#oftarth

perhaps.... it will be when you least expect it! Hope this helps!

Brienne, in full battle armor: It’s the nicest thing I own.

In the light of day, she moved with an ease of grace, speaking softly to Margaery, speaking softly of how she could find ways of pleasing Renly. After all, the alliance of House Tyrell and Baratheon needed to be stabilised by a child in Margaery’s belly, just as one had been needed in Carlotta’s to cement the bonds of House Tully and Tyrell many moons earlier.

Now she was the woman counselling and mentoring a young Queen amidst a war of Kings as her aquamarine blue eyes looked at Margaery as she spoke her last before the two parted, Carlotta continued to walk amongst the men, even as her green gown slowly became muddied, she didn’t mind terribly.

         They lie casually sprawled across the bed big enough for three, Cici’s legs crossed  over  Valerie’s lap as she leans  into the cozy corner the  mattress  has been pushed into, plush with pillows and warm with a luxe throw blanket pulled up over her shoulders  ( rendering her pretty silk nightgown all but useless;  still, it feels good to be wrapped in such beautiful fabric ). These peaceful, quiet mo- ments are rare these days, between Cici’s newfound political business to attend to, occasional meetings with Luce, and the ever-present pressure of putting to- gether  a new collection. When they do come along, they are savored, and  Cici cannot  keep from smiling at the steady rhythm of her girlfriend’s breathing,  the feel of her toned legs under Cici’s own.

Check yourself before you Shrek yourself || The Shrekening