#miotas

𝙰𝙽  𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴  𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃  𝙾𝙵  𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙴  𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚂  @miotas​ || Jaime and Sera !! 𝟷𝟺)  𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗.

          Sera doesn’t trust Jaime Lannister. He is a man of deception, playing the part he’s assigned before striking from behind the moment another opportunity arises that better benefits him. She’s seen it before, seen how men like him can turn without batting an eye. To keep him close could be dangerous. Though,  𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛...

          Tongue washes over her bottom lip, head tilting casually to the side as she watches him. She knows his loyalty isn’t set in stone. After all, he’s sent there to kill her. How easy it was to devour him whole only to spit him out and claim him as her own personal guard. Sera wants to know what he’s thinking, what’s running through his mind at this very moment. Is he contemplating a way to escape? A way to complete the task he was originally sent out to perform?   𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳?   She knows a complexity hides behind his armor. He is more than meets the eye. 

❝ You’ve proven yourself quite useful to me. ❞ Perhaps he deserves some praise for his efforts, be they true or just a means to an end. She stands, making her way towards him and reaching out to rest a hand against his cheek tenderly. ❝ Perhaps, there is something I may do for you? ❞

          She looks up at him with half-lidded eyes, touch teasing along the side of his face, down along his jawline until she touches the curve of his neck with the tips of her fingers. Can Sera be lenient with him? Vulnerability isn’t something the woman cares to admit she endures. After all, the last time she allowed herself to be vulnerable with another, they nearly ended her. He is no different. She knows this. And yet...

sexual tension prompts.

[ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips. @piraticalwit​ / @miotas​​

          Their agreement would be historical, legendary, Archer thinks. After all, it isn’t often a gang of outlaws has a benefactor. His brilliant plans and ideas have already taken them to new heights and the vampire can tell Dutch has no qualms with their partnership anymore. Of course, the beginning of their arrangement did not seem to thrill the man. Archer proved to be of interest and worldly. It didn’t take long for him to sway the other. After all, Archer had that charm and his influence exceeded every expectation.

          Now, they share a drink. A whiskey in one hand, crimson liquid in his own, Archer grins and raises his glass. ❝ To good fortune. ❞ He brings glass to lips, savoring the viscosity and painting his lips red. Tongue runs along his top teeth, hooking on a canine as once red eyes ( now grey ) stare at Dutch. 

❝ Somethin’ on yer mind, partner? ❞ He can tell when the other is thinking, practically see the gears turning behind those devious eyes. Where is gaze lies holds all the answers Archer needs. ❝ Curiosity is the demise of many a great men. You lookin’ t’ risk that? ❞ He has questions, the vampire can tell. He’s not opposed of indulging them... to an extent. After all, he knows a power hungry individual when he sees one. Whatever he has currently... it will never be enough. That is  d a n g e r o u s.

         “Smile a bit, brother. You just might start getting mistaken for the elder sibling with all those wrinkles that are gonna be sprouting across your face. Frown lines are contagious you know.”

“   you  have  to  keep  this  to  yourself,   apollo.   ”     desperate   words   rush   out   on   a   gasp   of   air,     mind   racing   with   the   gossip   that   would   flood   the   ship   if   anyone   else   found   out.     “   if  i  hear  one  word  indicating  you  let  it  slip  that  i’m  sleeping  with  roslin,    i’ll  beat  your  ass.   ”     it’s   not   a   threat,     it’s   a   promise.