#renlytheking

equal parts terrified and satisfied i’m sure. We should plan this.

jfc. jfc. did not know i wanted.

to be honest it was between Pod or Renly and I flipped a coin when i made this account to decide.

Send me “&” for my muse’s reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

he’s nothing more than a spy, they know this, the boy king’s men know this and so when the world upturns and the lannisters sink their teeth in he finds himself in a precarious position. none of them know he’s gifted, none of them know of his twin, his sister, and the terrors she could create in the dark places not even their beloved seven could protect them from.

he has come in the wake of his sister thwarting the red woman’s plans, come to seek safety in the house baratheon. but the king’s men sought fit to capture him, to beat the truth from his lungs. so he stands now, tied in place with shallow breath rattling free.

copper is heady on his breath.

steps draw near.

a gloved hand smooths across his flesh, touch a soft kiss along the worst of the tragedies written across his body. blue eyes blaze with ill-tempered rage and foreign words slip out rushed and hot upon his tongue.

pietro meets renly’s gaze in the shadows of the tent.

“Leave us,” the king orders, fingers smoothing crimson across split lip. the man observes him, the caged creature, the man whose flesh is written in pain and foreign rune. the animal stills beneath the touch, head lowering into warm palm.

pietro watches him through a curtain of silver hair.

“What would my Lord ask of me?”

rasping breathless words stilled with a slow smile.

“Your name.”

oh how he LAUGHS.