#sertully

like venom it spreads, bitter-tasting guilt filling up and drying out the captain’s mouth. the way his teeth grit and his nostrils flare indicating more than words ever could.  there  is  no  telling  who  keeps  the  other  standing:  two  sets  of  hands  pulling  desperately  at  fabrics  and  skin,  vulnerability,  a  magnetic  force  towing  them  together.  vengeance  dwells  deep  beneath  an  exterior  of  flushed,  jaded  skin,  feeding  off  suffering.  he  holds  onto  edmure  for  fear  of  letting  it  control  him  and  having  impulse  override  his  senses.  there  is  nothing  he  can  do,  not  now,  for  he  does  not  have  the  power  to  breathe  life  back  into  decaying  corpses,  he  can  only  add  to  their  number.  coarse  thumbs  traces  across  either  of  the  younger’s  cheeks,  regret  staining  his  voice,  ‘  they  won’t  be  back,  no matter  how  long  we  spend  weeping  for  their  fate,  they  won’t  be  back.  all  we  can  do  is  make  sure  that  they  are  never  forgotten. ’   

we’re  re-writing  canon,  folks

he was in the crypt hiding because he didn’t want his hair combed for her crowning ceremony but he’s there

sansa coming @ rickon with a brush got him all:

IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIP AESTHETICS, FT. JAMES FLINT & EDMURE TULLY

                  ❛   YOU’RE        NOT        MARRIED        YET          .              you        could        find        yourself        pleased        with        your        new        wife          .   ❜                  jest        to        ease        the        tension        of        the        situation          .              annoyance        still        crept        through        veins        at        nephew’s        request        that        his        brother        wed        in        his        place          .                     ❛  i’m        flattered        you        still        decide        to        𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖓𝖉        𝖒𝖞        𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖗          ,          but        it        is        hardly        necessary          .              i’m        not        a        child        anymore          .  ❜

     NOW THAT THE NEW KING WAS DECIDED, the people who had been in the meeting were beginning to disperse, though some lingered to speak to the others. rellaria was desperate to get into the city to see what it looked like, curious as to the amount of damage done by the former dragon queen. after giving a quick whisper to her prince of dorne, the woman began to move towards the exit of the dragon pit. but feet stumble upon themselves when another cross her path, forcing the young woman to attempt to stop herself.

     “ oh, pardon me. i should be more careful. ”

        a heavy burden rested upon porcelain shoulders. as her brother’s HEIR she had inherited not only throne but the people who relied upon it. the north she knew for it was the land that had nurtured her and filled her very veins, but despite her lady mother hailing from the riverlands the only time she had set foot in it had been on her journey to king’s landing. yet now she RULED over it. the war might be over but the hardships it had produced were not. now all sansa desired was to do what was b e s t for her people; sometimes that meant deferring to those with better experience. the fact that he was family made it all the easier.          ❝  uncle, you know the RIVERLANDS better than i. where do you suggest we send our resources first? ❞