May 3, 2019
my thoughts before i go to sleep.
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my thoughts before i go to sleep.
dedicated to @fiercebark
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he’s imposing enough that she nearly stops in her tracks. there is no shortage of strong men in dorne, but this seems a different sort of man altogether, and arlis squints before she can help it. the chill breeze moves then, stirs his hair, and the wrinkles of burned flesh marring his brow instantly give him away. the hound, arlis thinks and the muscles in her jaw tense, a clegane. she next thinks of oberyn and of doran and fingers curl into fists inside of her gloves as she quickly turns, lips pressed into a fine line. (it hasn’t receded yet, that grief, that anger. dorne does not easily forget.) but anger is dangerous when it becomes blinding, ellaria sand is testament to that, and she smooths out her thick braid with a quick, cool inhale. no need to stare so.
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“Why are you here?” the question is blunt, she knows he prefers it that way. After all she had left him for dead, yet here he was. It was part of the reason she’d reminded him that she’d robbed him first, a reminder that she’d basically left him to die. It had been the best choice she could have made at that point, after all she wouldn’t have made it to Braavos, she wouldn’t have learned everything she knew now.
❛ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐈𝐆, 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍. ❜ a soft & warm kiss was placed across the golden-haired boy's forehead. queen cersei lannister gathers her own gown and rises upward. tendrils of her hair surround the boy's face. emerald green eyes pet the appearance of her own son, joffrey. ❛ dream big ... ❜ a whisper dedicated to her ears only.
❛ you defeated my brother during the hand's tourney. ❜ the lioness lifts her head upward, trying to face the hound. ❛ quite ... impressive. is he mad ? ❜ she doesn’t care. the sound of her voice like a calming song. full lips move with visible delicacy. each syllable crawls across her tongue carefully. she's trying to present herself as 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. nothing about the hand's tourney is impressive, though. not for the queen, at least. oh, and ser jaime isn't sad as well. her neck is still red after his burning kisses.
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how funny it was that they would end up here again. comically stupid, really. traveling alongside one another. how the fates must laugh. years had passed since their journey together. since his mission to pawn her off to whatever family member might pay the highest ransom. since she’d robbed him and left him for dead. but he hadn’t died. and neither had she in all that time ( though she had come close ). but they had changed. even saved each other. however, she couldn’t say that this would deter her from giving him the hardest time possible. even now.
❛ if you take any longer, i’m leaving without you. ❜ a hand reaches up to stroke the nose of her horse as she shoots him a wild glare from across the dirt trodden road.
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her face burns hot with embarrassment. a thousand ?? foolish clegane. there is not ONE man brave enough to vie for the hand of a W I T C H. she should know. her father continues to scour endlessly through the sons of noblemen to find one who does not cower before or mock the old ways with no luck. not that she would want to marry any one of them, either. her head is too full of stories about true love to settle for anything less. she wrinkles her nose in disgust at the alcohol on his breath. “ is that what you call the drunken words of hate you’re spewing ?? why do you drink if it only makes you more miserable ?? “ she huffs. “ all i beg of you is to consider seriously what i have said. call it a favor for an old friend. “
WHEN THE ENTIRE CARAVAN ARRIVED, he was one of the first who caught her eye- a man bigger than most with scarring upon his face. it took little time for her to figure out who he was and, the moment it clicked in the child’s head, she wanted nothing more than to speak to him. she grew on stories of the mountain and the hound. who would pass up a chance to meet someone like that? quiet she is as she approaches, hands behind her back. “ people always said you fight for someone - like the lannisters. who is it you fight for now? ”
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