THE ECHOES OF ETERNITY.

indie asoiaf ocs, written by dany. selective & private; 18+ only. headcanon-, book-, wiki-, ck3 mod-, and show-based, generally in that order. blanket incest content warning. please don't follow first.

a study in: great house politics; cyclic vengeance; heirloom trauma; noble bastards; the mothers of noble bastards; house blackfyre apologism.

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westworld // @elegiasts

All he could really do in response was laugh incredulously.

"Of course I have thought of it. She and I would take our dragons and fly to the east. One of the Free Cities would be glad to have us, just as Pentos was glad to have Father and Laena." He shrugged. "And then her brothers would come after us on their dragons, and she would not fight them. So it would be them against me, and I would die for nothing. And that is if she would leave with me to begin with."

It was so much easier to dismiss aloud than in his heart. Aegon had no love for his wife, and he had two sons and a daughter by her already. Perhaps they would be lucky, and he would decide he preferred a different wife instead, or none at all. Perhaps she would borrow Jorah's courage long enough to leave for someone who treated her as she deserved. Perhaps a great many things could happen... were sweet Helaena not a queen-to-be, and were he more than just a prince's bastard.

- robb and wifey??

the stages of intimacy // @gachcuid

Every day, Daena lamented more that her mother had insisted on waiting until after the thrones of both the north and the south were secure to allow them to wed. She understood why - she would be a distraction, her mother said, at a time when the young king needed to remain as focused as possible on their shared intent. Mostly, Daena thought that instead she was the prize dangled before him to goad him on.

She had done her best not to find it humiliating - nor to be frustrated, and that was truly the difficult part.

When they had first met, Robb Stark had been intimidating - tall and grim, and the giant wolf at his side had terrified her despite her fascination with the beast. Since then, she had come to see a different side of him - the young man, not the king. A companion that she thought she could share her life with quite happily, who spent whatever time he could spare with her, even if it was only a few minutes in the evening to walk atop Riverrun's red walls, overlooking the river.

Tonight, a damp chill came off the water below, though Robb had assured her (to her dismay) that the North was far colder still - some years it snowed there even in summer. The cloak she wrapped tight around herself had been his gift, soft wool with even softer rabbit fur at the collar that tickled her throat. Even with that, she still kept Robb on the windward side, her arm linked with his to keep close. Perhaps it was the closeness that made her bold, or the sunset that had dyed the evening sky in a beautiful spill of orange and pink and purple. Either way, when they paused so he could point something out to her, she had stopped listening to what he was saying, her gaze fixed on his lips. Before she thought she had decided to do it, she was kissing him, up on tiptoes to reach, bracing her hands against his chest for balance.