to be brave

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𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 , his throat feels grainy all the same. like swallowing too much of himself. and it goes down in its struggle. only comes back up in the acidic drip of his own words. full send and full return. no in-between. ever the impasse they both stand at.

theon does good work in hiding the disgust he feels boiling inside of him. hell , he’s already put himself so much farther out than he ever would have imagined. coming to her room like this. displaying himself upon her always-clean sheets. immaculately folded , pressed , and wrinkled by the weight of his body. the rigid depressions of his own body onto the graceful shapes of her own. all too real and meaningful. the earth creating them and the earth making them clash. like versus like , all in synonyms. rising from and rising to. far more poetic than he has the eyes or ears for. but conflict — that he knows.

❝   call it intuition.   ❞   he gleams. settles himself in even further into her bed.   ❝   but since you’re sticking to the bit…   ❞   he smirks ,   ❝   sansa tarly , it’s got a nice ring to it , you know.   ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 is enough to melt the frost of his own. like spring , and soft. the south when it’s the sun upon his cheeks. fire when it saves you.

he understands the words unsaid. the notion that fills the space between them. words that want to be said and yet can’t. and he wouldn’t expect her to. couldn’t expect her too. her presence is enough. cregan leans down to meet her gaze. pulls her sinking cloak back up around her shoulders , the very cloak he had gifted her upon her arrival. gifted knowing that nothing in her wardrobe had knowledge enough of winter’s snow. prepared as soon as word had reached him of her arrival. 

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 as soon as he enters the room. corners of his lips stretching far across his face before his hands even touch the door , all anticipation for his children on the present holiday ( and yet not void of it on any other day ).

immediately , he crouches down. arms outstretched for his offspring to tumble into. he gathers them all within his arms’ span. his entire world , all within two pale , outstretched arms. pulls them close , cheek resting against the top of jaehaera’s head.