#leechcd

“You wanted to see me, my lord?” Jeyne asked. She was not feeling well, she was in heat, very deeply in heat, yet Ramsay had completely ignored it. It had been two days and she was certain she was radiating pheromones, but her sweet lord husband hadn’t even seemed to notice. She wrung her hands, nervously twisting her fingers together. 

❝ My apologies, my lord, ❞ He swallows, perhaps a little stunned, but in actuality, he knows he shouldn’t be surprised. They were playing a dangerous game in usurping the North, and although they were maintaining control over the region, the question was for how long. ❝ What is it, then, you will have me do...? ❞ 

I WAS GONNA COMMENT WITH MORE LOVE BUT THEN REALIZED I’M ON ROOSE NOW FUCK

i am not in the habit of lying.

❝ You’re right, father. Lying is beneath you. ❞ He    took a small sip of wine before going on.

@leechcd @ascruelascunning

          it felt odd, very odd, to have another’s touch on him again. sense of the passing of time was all but undone for Jon, at this point, but, objectively speaking, it’d been weeks since last he’d been punched or kicked or just overall hit, yet a few deeper marks still remained --- bruises left to heal, the last stitches left to remove, and, of course, a near uncountable amount of scars scattered everywhere. to experience something so gentle, therefore, was both desperately welcome && thoroughly puzzling.

          being out of the dark, damp cell, as well as having his limbs free of shackles, was also a novelty; one he was still getting used to, as he was to again being allowed things as basic as eating a real meal or having a shower or sleeping without interruptions every hour. evidently, it did not come for free, especially when he’d been such a very tough nut to crack; one look at the glossy haze of his eyes would suffice to realize the young man’s veins were, currently, equal parts blood && tranquilizers. no way he’d ever be allowed time alone with Roose Bolton if they weren’t absolutely sure he posed no threat. head lazily lolling back at the gentle tug, he considered those words and offered the hint of a smile.

this is inappropriate behaviour.