#rcliicta

( @rcliicta pressed the ♡ for a thing )

[ o ]--- ' There's a difference between being killed, and being mauled and drained. That this thing is beyond the point of a carcass is not weird to you, at all?'

[ text, lara. ] : is this your way to show you miss me?

The amusement that bubbles in Artemis's belly has been easier to allow out. It had been three years since she had first met Oliver, and she could not be more grateful to the man.

❝ You can't say anything to any of them, ❞ she laughs with a shake of her head. She had just finished sending off her college application to the prestigious Ivy League, Stanford. A long shot, but hey, who knows? They begin to turn in the opposite direction.

❝ What would you even say? ❞ Artemis asks with a smirk, and deepens her voice to imitate him. ❝ 'Hello, this is Oliver Queen. Yes, that, Oliver Queen. I would like to strong-arm you into accepting my daughter's application.' ❞

The humour dies off instantly. And it's replaced with absolute horror and wide eyes, and her mouth is agape but unable to form words.

No way did she just say that.

❛ UGH. as if this day weren't already THE WORST ; now i've got more GHOSTS over here trying to teach me a " life lesson " or something. blah blah blah blah , give it a rest already. its already getting crowded up here and last thing i need is to start hallucinating YOU of all people , @rcliicta. ❜

cheeks flushed like that of a common whore bathed in the soft light of nearby fire, he had hardly touched her. knuckles brushing down the expanse of her neck, forcing her chin higher. she could practically hear the grin tugging at the lions’ lips, leaning ever closer invading her space with his own. improper, was the first thought that rushed to shifters mind. shoulders stiffening as nye attempted to hold the trembling ground she found her feet upon. “Ser Lannister.” breathless was the tone, his name spilling past her lips in a plea. “I do not believe this is wise.” still she had no effort to push or remove herself from the lions grasp. - nye to jamie ( kk love you bye )  ( @rcliicta​ )

Fingers that toyed and caressed the column of a   s m o o t h   pale neck continued their ministrations. Thumb PRESSING beneath the woman’s chin to force a tilt before it slid upward. Brushing against a lower lip. Pushing at the plush petal. Jaime’s eyes drinking in the sight before him. Wanting to simultaneously kiss at the flush on her cheeks and endeavour to make that DELICIOUS hue ebb lower. To watch her skin rosen. To follow the trail with his hands…his mouth. To taste it against his tongue.

The LION’S blue eyes were alight from within as he leaned lower. The delicate gold thread in the woman’s dress catching in the coruscating firelight. Flecks like fresh leaf glinting in the LANNISTER’S cobalt gaze, coaxing out the gilding in the irises.

Using his body to herd Nye back to cool stone he walked her against it. One hand still at her neck as another slid lower.  Skimming crimson silks and delicate gossamer of the bodice that   n a r r o w e d   at a feminine waist. Calloused fingers finding thick swathes of skirts, drawing them up. Walking the heavy drapes of fabric aside enough to slip a hand beneath. A TOUCH that had ended the life of a thousand men, gentle as it caressed against her warm, smooth thigh. Wanting nothing more than to EXPLORE. To slide into the warmth kept secret betwixt supple flesh. To savour it. Wondering how her taste would dance on the tongue. 

Jaime’s head bowed lower. Blonde hair tipping forward as his jaw, rough with an afternoon shadowing, b r u s h e d against Nye’s cheek. His mouth finding her ear. Timbre low. Unable to fully stow the BREATHY quality to his rumble as the Lion leaned his body into hers. 

  ‘ Wise actions are for Crones and Kings. And we are neither. ’