#sndwulf

 The twins Jon & Vorian, -- Rickard sword of the eve.-- Lyanna the beauty of the north --- Arthur the clever -- Elia the fair  -- Arya the shewolf.

VORIAN SAND.                          This is brave, this is bruise, this is who I mean to be.                                                          THIS IS ME.   @sndwulf​

you misspelled forever

you both are hopeless

“i tried to STOP lady stoneheart.” edric choked out, his voice hoarse and his throat red raw, bruises already forming from where she had attempted to hang him. it hurt for him to talk, and that was clearly visible on his features. “she needs to be stopped, vorian. but i don’t know how. you kill her, and thoros brings her back. perhaps we need to convince him to give her gift of life to SOMEONE ELSE.”

“i, uh, okay. but i have to ask why, because you have certainly piqued my interest, vorian.” edric paused for a moment, his brow raised at the male before turning away, as he was asked. “what’s going on ? oh gods, you have a man in here don’t you ? in MY chambers ? what have i told you ? i don’t care what you do just not in MY BED !” 

“in my opinion, sweet cousin, you can love whoever you like. woman, man, i don’t care. but others might. it could get you into trouble, and tales could spread. gods know we’ve heard many stories about the knight of flowers and his escapades. you just need to be careful, if it is a man you plan to have in your bed.” edric warned vorian, his hand coming down on the others shoulder in a reassuring pat. “it will all be okay. i will help you keep your secret.”

does the same in modern verse and now Vorian probably smells of nicotine and strong liquor and the perfume of the last girl Jon slept with