Jun 11, 2020
when you use skittles for a kink analogy with @rexquondcm and ruin them forever
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when you use skittles for a kink analogy with @rexquondcm and ruin them forever
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when they’d gotten word that the king of camelot wanted to visit, marke had made it clear that isolde was not to be in attendance. after all, there were many who claimed that cornwall’s irish queen was a witch, though her healing arts came from knowledge of plants, not magic. but she was happy for the time away from the castle. her stores were running low, and so she was in the forest when the entorage came by. she likely looked like little more than a peasant woman in a simple dress, mud coating her hem and hands. ‘ your majesty, i fear you’re on your way to cornwall, and will find it full of honeyed words and empty promises. ‘
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@rexquondcm: [ flower ] for your muse to offer my muse their favourite flower . / for margaery
“Careful, your grace,” Margaery’s eyes lighten as she accepts the flower, eyes creasing around the corners in amusement as she gently lifts the delicate stem toward her nose, careful not to catch the petals against her flesh and make herself sneeze. “My grandmother is most fond of this courtyard.” She warns, teasing the young king before her. A hundred questions bubble at the tip of her tongue, begging the lady to ask them, but everything must come in it’s true course. “But perhaps I might spare you her ire,” She murmurs, softer as her eyes take in the rich colors of the ranunculus flower in her hand. The tightly wrapped rings remind her of the stone walls surrounding the keep, as the color boasts of sunrise. “As you’ve not gifted me a rose.” She concludes, eyes betraying the seriousness of her tone.
@rexquondcm | plotted starter !
when she’d first arrived in camelot she hadn’t known what to expect. she had hoped for shelter and SAFETY, despite preparing herself for the opposite, but what she hadn’t expected to find was h a p p i n e s s. a smile graced her lips with ease as she waited patiently in the castle halls for king arthur to emerge from his council chambers. according to the servants, he’d been locked away in there all morn with meetings; she almost didn’t expect him to come nor would she fault him for it. any good king would prioritize his DUTY to his people over taking a turn about the gardens with a guest, despite it becoming almost a daily habit at this point, as expected as the sun rising and setting.
but then the doors opened and he appeared ! sansa’s smile brightened. she ignored how her heart skipped a beat. instead she approached. the closer she drew the more she noticed how FATIGUED he appeared. the proper words immediately came to her. ❝ you needn’t accompany me to the g a r d e n s if you have other, more pressing matters to attend to, your grace. ❞ even if that matter is him getting proper REST. even if she would miss his presence. but she mustn’t be selfish or ungrateful; king arthur had already done more for her than many back in westeros.
meme from: @rexquondcm Spots to kiss + 29 👀 (a kiss on the inside of the wrist)
SHE SHOULD NOT BE THIS BREATHLESS, but there is something about the way Arthur picks up her wrist to simply kiss the inside of it that has her... feeling a certain type of way. Lines have started to blur on negotiated time to spend with him in order for him to fall fast for her, and the time in which she seeks him out on her own. She is lying to him. (Is she?) She should stop this. (Would she?) Except Echo Galaeus is nothing short of touch-starved, lips parting with the softness of his lips as they sit beside one another on the park bench.
“....you do that again, Pendragon, and I might just fall in love with you.”
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@rexquondcm said ❛❛ I just want to see you smile again. ❜❜
his hand gently cupped her cheek, and sansa leaned into the touch, her eyes never leaving his. sorrow h a u n t e d her. it sought to steal not only her smile but all traces of JOY. she was ashamed to admit that there had been a few times when it had come close to succeeding; when the world had felt so dark that anything GOOD surviving felt impossible. how weak she’d felt then, dragged into darkness and left to bleed out, only she never did. even when it seemed that all the light in her veins had been drained away a new light sparked. oftentimes small and terribly fragile, but somehow ALIVE.
it burned brighter than ever here. BECAUSE OF HIM. everything in the world had become sun-kissed since he’d entered her life. the sorrow didn’t vanish, however; it was a mighty foe and knew how to linger and when best to strike. looking into arthur’s eyes, the ache previously suffocating her heart lessened. lips even began curling upwards. ❝ as long as you’re in my life, i shall have plenty of reasons to smile. ❞ one of those smiles DAWNED for him alone.
soft caring sentences | accepting !
@rexquondcm said: “ i’m trying to get better. ” / @ Kay
‘ you’re doing fine, wart. ‘ the response was so automatic, he barely thought about it. that was his job. their father had taught kay to use a sword, and it was his job to pass that knowledge to arthur. gently, he hit the tip of arthur’s practice sword with his own. ‘ and you are getting better. just give yourself time. ‘
[ @rexquondcm ] sent ❛ why did you save me ? ❜
where in hell’s asshole did that pesky angel send her to now ? sword belonging to the man she’d saved . . . ( from giant spiders ? ) plunged into the dirt , romeo took a moment , a second , to observe the surroundings around her . take a look at the man ! the armor , the red adorning it like some sort of honor . medieval ? ❛ honestly ? i have questions & that thing was in my way . ❜ she panted , tired from the single fight with the heavy sword . i need to start working out more . she missed her guns already . ❛ first one , where am i ? ❜