#flamedreamt

it never dawned on him to explain , to reach back to the past he walked away from , or to spare a time of day to hear what dreadful words are tossed in the stormlands . he no longer exists only in whispers , or eyed with scrutiny when he breathes . the lord commander may no longer be a storm , but his legitimization may as well shame all the calamities that danced in his father's region . and in exchange , it made the vastness of westeros seem so small , for a few steps ahead , in the halls of highgarden is a lord who he did not wish to meet , and who he can no longer avoid . ❝ elias... ❞

"My  leige."  He  nods  his  head,  a  barely  concealed  smile  on  his  face.  Friends  were  hard  to  come  by,  with  the  weight  that  laid  across  his  shoulders.  It  was  hard  to  commit  any  time  to  something  that  did  not  directly  further  his  own  ambitions.  But  he  carved  out  time  for  them,  whether  a  letter  to  fly  across  the  Riverlands,  or  seeking  them  out  in  the  halls.  But  the  heir  to  Harrenhall  gave  at  least  a  semblance  of  peace,  the  kind  he  had  long  since  traded  for  responsibility.  Or,  more  likely,  someone  to  express  his  more  unsavoury  hobby  of  trading  secrets  and  gossip.  And  the  whispers  throughout  the  hall  had  been  extraordinarily  tantalising,  since  the  announcement.  "Your  presence  is,  as  always,  well  appreciated.  There  is  too  much  to  contain  in  a  letter,  as  you'll  soon  see."

         🎊  HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEXANDER HAMILTON !! 🎉

“no-one else is here. no-one else can see us.” the words are nearly whispered and natasha isn’t certain what she intends to do with them. he inspires something in her she can’t even understand. a stirring her very being. if he kissed her she would kiss him back feverishly. if he touched her she would melt in his hands. and that scares her to death. @flamedreamt liked for a starter

[sonny de la vega voice] u know u love me.

      ❝ will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes?  for the next ten minutes,  we can handle that.  we could watch the waves;  we could watch the sky,  or just sit and wait,  as the time ticks by,  and if we make it till then... can I ask you again for another ten?  and if you in turn agree,  to the next ten minutes;  and the next ten minutes, till the morning comes.  then just holding you,  might compel me to ask you for  MORE... there are so many lives I want to share with you,  i will never be complete until...   I DO. ❞