#disregardsorders

     THEY’RE COVERED IN BLOOD.    patches of skin and clothing caked in red.    not that any of it is theirs, both having just fought off over a dozen men together.    side by side, they’d defeated them all.    all trained, all dangerous, and all currently dead and dumped deep in the forest.    the ride home had been silent, their minds processing and compartmentalizing all they’d witnessed ( neither of them are strangers to such violence. they’ve both got blood on their hands. ) in the past few hours.    that silence continues when they return to mitch’s apartment, the only sounds to be heard being the slamming of a front door and malia’s boots squeaking against the floor.    wordlessly, she grabs the other’s hand and pulls him behind her, making her way towards the bathroom, only releasing her hold to turn on the shower.    steam quickly filling the room, flooding her senses with warmth. 

      rather than ask, she simply grabs mitch’s shirt and takes it off, undressing him entirely before her own clothes come off.    hand reaching for his once more to guide him into the shower.    the effect of the water is immediate; malia visibly relaxes, a sigh escaping as she lets the hot water soak her skin.    most of night has been spent watching images of their violent encounter flashing through her mind, constantly replaying on a loop behind her eyes.    but now?    her thoughts are quiet.    it’s a nice change of pace. 

        she notes how mitch’s eyes never leave her face.    when she stands beneath the water, when she grabs a bottle of shampoo and puts a dollop in her palm, when she massages that shampoo into his hair; his gaze never falters.    i look at you and i...i’m home.    the words evoke a smile.    actions pausing as she pulls him down for a kiss, deep and passionate and full of a deep rooted LOVE.    a love that only seems to grow every day she’s with him. 

𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄, 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 stares at the alight table with a furrowed brow. with lips pressed together in silent contemplation. who were her allies, who were against her siding with the greens. so many to keep track of, so many to watch out for if they should try to attack to bring this war to an end before it starts. war . . something rhaenyra didn't want. something she wore she wouldn't start & she hadn't---her half brother did when he chased her son down. when they stole her throne from her. but, would she pursue it at whatever cost ? the queen isn't sure. she's still being cautious. at the sound of approaching steps, head lifts to see mitch. rhaenyra sits upright, ❛ is everything alright, ser ? ❜

❝ you won't hurt me. ❞

RHAENYRA:

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ---

ASK MEMES.

light green eyes watch as a fresh face walks through the door. they have their usuals, fellow hunters who are looking for a hot meal & a good drink, while others tend to be humans with no idea of the supernatural world ; he did not fit the latter. Daisy finishes the drink for her current customer, an older hunter who's sporting a blooming bruise to his jaw before heading to the stranger's spot at the bar, grabbing a menu on the way.