#scribde

YOU’VE ALWAYS ADMIRED HIM,   HIS COURAGE AND STRENGTH.   IT’S DIFFERENT,   AND PURER THAN WHAT YOU YOURSELF POSSESS.   just like the snows that’s settled around winterfell,   lull has settled in her chest.   she likes it here.   spent so much time in essos that you’d forgotten you were of the north.   but her being there did not come without its challenges;   especially with him.   the conversation was one they’ve avoided for some time now,   dreading the outcome or perhaps neither wanted to burst the bubble in which they’d lived.     ❛❛   well,   you should,   jon   ...   they all chose you.   certain––  expectations come with it.   ❜❜     gloved hands folded in front of her,   and shoulders sink at the realization of it all.   it had to come to an end.     ❛❛   it’s okay.   we’ll be okay.   ❜❜

mistress of grief,   the tantalizing grip of destruction that so easily entangled with lithe limbs stretched out beneath lace and silk.   a mirror image of quiet devouring;   to split your mouth halfway open is to be devoured,    ricocheting betwixt chaos and carnage.    here,   she lays in ruin,    her body is not her own,   don’t you see?   the bite of her slickened tongue which sharpens itself in wait of victim,    the cut of her emeralds when gaze lifts and narrows.   she is imagery she’s painted herself.    her artist’s touch,   she molds herself to be what she thinks others will cherish.   desperation flourishing in her to carve addiction out of others;    adore me,   fear me,   obsess over me.    the subtlety of amused smirk twitches at the sides of her lips,    a canted head conveying vague sense of piqued interest at @scribde​’s proclamation.      ‟  he was nice?  ”     her scoff echoes forth,   arms crossed over her chest;    and as she grins,    something wicked this way comes.    sarcasm placates intonation,    teasing jest blooming from the centre of her chest.    ‟   the poor bastard had it coming then.   you know,   i would’ve thought you’d say something along the lines of    . . .     i stole his heart.    get it?  ”

actually you are the sexy one sorry i don't make the rules 💔

LONG HAVE YOU WONDERED THESE PLANES,   IN SEARCH FOR SOMETHING,   MEANING,   ANYTHING.   she hadn’t believed it at first,   there’s no such thing as curses,   nor magic.   it was what her parents had told her long ago,   back when the times seemed much simpler.   BACK WHEN YOU WERE JUST A GIRL THAT WANTED TO EXPLORE ANYTHING SOUTH OF DEEPWOOD MOTTE.   ...   she’d never thought she’d find herself so far away,   and yet so close to home at the same time.     ❛❛   you’re right.   there are some things i have not told you,   ❜❜     a truth she’d dreaded to face for a long time,   and the reality of it all seemed to come crashing down over her in this very moment.   how do you tell someone that the nature of your existence is supernatural?   even when that someone was him.   sell-swords usually did not fare well that far up north,   nor women at the wall,   but jon had been the reason she’d stayed.     ❛❛   i think,   perhaps,   i’d hoped i didn’t have to face it.   ❜❜     bianca admitted,   glance stayed fixed upon crackling blaze in the fireplace.   there’s a reason you can speak foreign tongues,   and strike down even some of the strongest fighters in a world that perceive women as weak.     ❛❛   or maybe i simply did not want to ruin  ...   whatever this is.   ❜❜

THE  MOMENT  HE  SEES  HER  ,  HE  SURGES  FORWARD  ,  rushing  to  catch  her  .  there’s  no  hesitation  when  he  sees  the  blood  or  hears  the  painful  ,  scrambled  noises  she  makes  in  her  OBVIOUS  DESPERATION  .  sebastian  supports  her  with  his  body  ,  crouching  so  she  can  reach  ,  and  makes  quick  work  of  their  short  journey  to  a  chair  .  at  once  ,  wordless  ,  he’s  darting  for  first  aid  ,  rummaging  around  in  cabinets  and  closets  as  calloused  hands  pry  towels  ,  boxes  ,  gauze  from  upper  shelves  and  hidden  spaces  .  ❝  i’ll  take  care  of  it  ,  ❞  he  says  finally  ,  jogging  back  over  and  kneeling  beside  erin  in  the  chair  .  NO  OBJECTIONS  —  he  pushes  her  jacket  to  the  side  and  exposes  the  wound  in  her  arm  .  ❝  — —  christ  .  ❞  under  his  breath  ,  as  quiet  as  he  can  .  sebastian  has  done  all  kinds  of  repair  work  on  himself  (  considering  he’s  an  agent  of  secrecy  ,  the  hospital’s  never  a  good  place  to  go  )  ,  but  on  someone  else  ?  sebastian  feels  erin’s  forehead  with  the  back  of  his  hand  ,  checking  for  a  fever  ,  an  intensity  to  her  pain  or  sickness  .  ❝  just  stay  with  me  ,  ❞  he  insists  in  a  calm  tone  ,  flashing  her  a  soft  smile  .  ❝  lean  back  in  that  chair  and  take  a  few  deep  breaths  .  i’ll  have  you  right  as  rain  in  no  time  .  one  step  at  a  time  ,  yeah  ?  LET  ME  CLEAN  IT  UP  .  why  don’t  you  tell  me  —  tell  me  how  it  happened  .  fill  me  in  .  get  yourself  talking  and  stay  awake  for  me  ,  erin  .  it  shouldn’t  be  that  bad  ;  it  doesn’t  look  life-threatening  ,  but  cleaning  it  might  be  a  bitch  .  ❞

every  fraction  of  the  moment  is  committed  and  written  upon  her  memory,    the  press  of  his  lips,    the  taste  of  his  kiss,    and  there's  something  so  real  in  the  act  that  it  pits  a  notch  of  nerves  in  her  stomach.    it's  only  then  she  eases  back  to  stare  up  at  the  stranger,    the  forest  was  brightening,    light  beginning  to  wash  out  the  sky  and  drip  through  the  trees,    a  sign  to  mark  the  end  was  close.    soon  she  would  wake  alone,    even  more  confused  about  the  recurring  vision.    until  then  she'd  enjoy  just  one  more  kiss.

got  this  last  night  before  i  went  to  bed  and  it  made  me  smile  so  big  ♡  thank  you  so  much  for  this  !!  please  know  the  feeling  is  very  mutual  and  you’re  a  joy  to  have  on  the  dash  and  in  this  community  !!  ☺️

KORE?! what the HELL!!!! you just want to make me cry all the time don't you?! like truly that is your goal isn't it come on you can be honest with me now.... but listen i love you so much thank you for being so so so kind and thoughtful enough to come and leave me this sweet sweet message ugh i love you so much?! and coming from you?! is everything to me like the way i literally drool over your writing it's just unfair???? i adore you so much 🤍