Apr 17, 2019
❝ well now, this could be the last of all the rides we take. ❞
▌✧*:･ﾟlyric starters | @eversoblack the kids from yesterday / my chemical romance
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❝ well now, this could be the last of all the rides we take. ❞
▌✧*:･ﾟlyric starters | @eversoblack the kids from yesterday / my chemical romance
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snow begets steam on a dragon’s hide --- more than just the HEAT of it, it’s like the north refused to touch her. rejection of a targaryen entrenched in the holy earth of a godswood.
“lord bolton,” dark tipped teeth. resentment as present as enchantment. ever was theirs a dance on the edge of a blade; both are leaders bred of different stock. she’s a dragon and he’s a leech, man flayed on blood in one way or another.
they faced ugliness in their own ways.
@eversoblack / starter call.
viserys targaryen had frequented this particular bar ever since he got out of hospital. they had tried to keep him for longer, make him attend therapy and drug interventions, but he wasn’t interested and discharged himself. he had had a shitty life so far, so with no where to go he often ended up in clubs and bars getting strangers to buy him drinks. it had been a good day so far, or about as good for viserys as it could get. he had earnt himself some gear and a little extra cash on the side, so he took a seat at the bar, and ordered himself a drink from his favourite bartender. “tequila, and a DOUBLE rum and coke. not the shit kind either, don’t water that crap down.” he spoke, his eyes narrowing at the other as he handed over the money, track marks clear under the luminous light and the shirt sleeve he hadn’t rolled down yet. “am i early or is this place dead tonight ? i was hoping to see some of your regulars.” he spoke, clearly irritated that he would not be getting bought drinks tonight, which also meant he would find it difficult to find somewhere to sleep. “you know what ? keep ‘em coming.” it would be easier to sleep on a cold hard floor with some warm liquor in him. “how’s life for you, ramsay ?” he remembered the man vaguely, but it had been when they were kids. they were briefly in the same foster home, though he heard at some point he had run away. viserys should have run away, but by the time he realised that would be the best idea it was too late. “you got a job, which means you got a permanent address. cant’ be too fucking bad.” // @eversoblack
@eversoblack // cont’d.
he did try, even if he should know better --- he should know that Ramsay, of all people, would see it even if he was to cover it up with a thick raincoat. ‘ nothing, ‘ he answers with, then, attempting to sound as CASUAL as possible while still not unsticking his gaze from the lines of the book. but it’s obviously too late, because, not even two seconds later, his boyfriend is sitting right besides him and, of course, right by the injured side. and there’s only two options left, now... either he shoves his face into the New Theory of Numerology even further, or he owns up to it && tries to think of a passable excuse.
the latter will be a feat in itself, because Jon is almost as bad at lying as he is at flying, but --- the moment the Slytherin jumps from the seat as though he has springs under his feet, decision is made for him. NO WAY he can let Ramsay know, or else one tragedy or the other will ensue. getting up himself, then, he coils both hands around Ramsay’s one holding his wand, putting on what he wills to be a soothing smile.
‘ he didn’t do anything! it’s--- it was not him, it was no one... i---i walked into the door, you know how CLUMSY i am without my glasses! ...yeah, i lost them again. don’t laugh. ‘
@eversoblack | continued from x
Never did she believed she would side with the enemy. But it seemed shared dislike for a certain person or House brought some closer together. At first, the Boltons gave everything to the Whitehills, took everything away from them -- from Talia. But Talia had promised she would do anything she could for her family. If it meant marrying the monster that killed her brother for the vengeance she wished, she would do so. Talia was not a stupid girl, not in the slightest. She knew how intelligent Ramsay was, how sick and twisted his mind was. But Talia would do what was needed and then find a way out. Perhaps spending time with such a clever mind could help her plan such an escape. She wanted Ramsay dead, hated him with every inch of her being, but could not deny how clever he was. No one could.
“Yes, my Lord. I am yours, my Ironwood is yours,” she repeated. She had learned to say what he wished to hear. It worked most of the time. “The Whitehills will be defeated.”
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*gets over here*
“Does little Theon know you’re here?”
in this house we love and support @eversoblack and his puppy kinks.
even if we don’t understand them.
@eversoblack 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.
“ i believe i’ve a RIGHT to suspicion, given the circumstances. it’s not very often that a captor should take a prisoner’s wishes into account — more often than not there is some foul twist that makes it altogether unpleasant. ” not to mention it was the BOLTONS who currently held the southern lord in their grasp. some days ago he’d managed to convince ramsay from flaying his finger, but there was no telling how long that request should last.