#asilverprince

Words thickened & lips  by wine the golden figure rolls to theside of the one of faded gold. She's always thought the goldto be a warmer tone of silver and now her intoxicated mindthinks this to be the smartest thing she's ever thought. Shepushes herself to the arms of her lover, tired from the day'sevents. It is hard, to be responsible, to rule. It isn't easy tolisten, sit on the throne and decide for everyone. It is takingit's toll on him.                       But she knows how to ease him. She climbs on top of him                       and pushes her tongue into his mouth. A tickle against his                       jaw with her dainty fingers is all she needs to gain that                       access. She loves him with a burning passion, she is                       his just as much as he is hers. And she wouldn't have it                      any other way. He was her purple-eyed dragon and she                      was his emerald lioness.

you're hot and all but get out

You asked for angst bro. I brought the angst.

Loras turned to find Rhaegar standing there in the halls of the Keep with guards streaming past. Not a single one of them paying the two any heed. Loras felt his prince’s lips meet his and his arms were clinging to his armor for dear life. He knew that he was riding out to meet Robert at the Trident. But even though Rhaegar’s lips seemed to tell him that it would be all right. A small part of him felt like this would be the last time he would ever feel his embrace or share a kiss with the prince again. And then Rhaegar was gone, riding off out of the city to meet the foe in the field. Loras watched him go until he was an ant on the horizon with the rest of his army.

We're twins...I can be as narcissistic as you are.

"I love you, my brother, my soul. I will never leave your side."

You love me~~~~~ 

Hahahahahaha I win.