a plotted starter for @foulrests
trouble had never been shy about finding her, about weaving its way into her life through one avenue or another. more often than not, the trouble came from her own doing – a consequence of her own actions, consequence of the brash, reckless behavior that she was known for. perhaps a better mannered lady would not have taken his words as an invitation, would not have considered them part slight – part question, a subtlety of whether she would take the bait. alysanne had never known when to back down from a challenge, even one that . . . was not so readily spoken, one that had come from so high up the ranks of royalty. but royal blood mattered little to her; royalty mattered for politics, for family names. neither of which alysanne would ever find herself bringing to the table.
it had begun simply enough. an unanswered letter, an indignation to check in on the blackwoods of raventree hall by the dragonlord of harrenhal, a supsicious look held in a color of purple aly couldn't find the right name for. pretty would merely have to suffice. but when benji had grown tired of playing little lord, stifled and too hot – she'd not condemned him to staying, had keenly motioned for the maester to take him to the kitchens for a snack whilst she herself had taken daemon to tour the grounds. that was how they had found themselves here, alysanne with her back braced against a sturdy wooden fence, watching with keen archer's eyes as he'd made commentary about this and that. willing to allow him to continue blowing smoke from his lips until she'd heard what'd sounded like reason enough to prove him wrong. to prove otherwise. an offhanded comment about how she must only know how to handle a bow and arrow.
black curls billow down into her face in the half second it takes her to cross the distance between them and sweep his legs out from underneath him, sending him flat to his back – with aly quick to press him further to the ground, knees settled to either side of him in the dirt, a dagger pulled from within her boots to press to his neck. “ i can manage a blade well enough too. ”
she is not the easiest person to understand. something helaena knows without being told, without having to bear witness to the abject horror of the faces of those at court who do not even begin to attempt to consider the depths of which her mind reaches. to them she is merely yet another strange girl, yet another targaryen whose coin had tipped to madness. perhaps she was, but it had not been of her own volition – the dragon dreams had not been something she'd asked for, nor something she'd wanted. to be so haunted was not within the wantings of any girl. but there are moments of respite, moments of ease in the cloudiness she finds worthwhile. this afternoon is one of them, her head less full than it's felt in months, helaena is uncharacteristically chipper, a wide, beaming smile as she spins down the hall, arms laden with sweets from the kitchens, intent on spoiling her maids with the desserts she's procured.
until @cataschism catches her wrist, and guides her back gently to the wall instead, desserts spilled onto the floor and sidestepped as wide amethyst colored eyes fall onto his features.
“ aeg – ” no ability to answer, her lips caught just as soon as they'd begun to form his name by his descending and pressing swift. in an instant, the sweets are long forgotten on the floor, her hands busied as they curl into the collar of his doublet and then into his hair. it is not until he has kissed the very breath from her lungs and left her gasping for it that she manages to remember herself, her forehead rested against his as kiss - swollen lips rest mere centimeters away, and pull into a gentle smile. “ good afternoon to you too. ”
usfw prompts , less cringy edition ; still accepting if u wanna tango.
@turpitudae said : [ MOUTH ] sender puts their fingers into receivers mouth, for liv.
she doesn't know how to be quiet, a fact that's been reiterated half a million times – in the ring, on the live mics, spoken words coming out of her mouth merely don't know the meaning of the word soft. it's a volume setting she doesn't have, nothing underneath a solid six out of ten, and it's a lesson he's all but learned now. one that insists he has little choice but to give her something else to think about as his teeth work over the sensitive skin of her neck.
one large finger pressed to her lips, and then two, before they're pushed inside and settled onto her tongue – it's almost a subconscious behavior for her to wrap her lips around them more securely, for her tongue to flicker up around them, and for wide blue eyes to beam expectantly, waiting for the praise she longs for.
*** added muses / changes !!
changes.
floris baratheon is now portrayed by poppy drayton.
helaena targaryen will now . . . sometimes . . . be portrayed by thea sofie loch naess. argue w/ a wall idc.
additions.
myranda royce , portrayed by charithra chandran.
desmera redwyne , portrayed by nicola coughlan.
alysanne blackwood , portrayed by marina moschen.
tyshara lannister , portrayed by michelle randolph.
you may dress an ironborn in silk && velvets . teach him how to read && write && give him books . instruct him in chivalry && courtesy && the mysteries of the faith .
──── but when you look into his eyes , the sea will still be there . cold && grey && cruel .
⋙ AZMENKA . old valyrian meaning ' ironborn ' . an independent , highly selective , medium activity &&. private portrayal of Maron Greyjoy from grrm's ' a song of ice and fire ' . book - && headcanon - based . lovingly penned by hannah .
for the years she'd spent arguing with her siblings just to get one of them to allow her to use them for this very purpose, it was nice to not have to spend hours convincing someone that just because they were wearing a skirt didn't mean anything. that sansa had only needed to see the way it draped across a body that wasn't her own, that it held no other connotations. ty was an angel, of that she was certain. wide, beaming smile as her hands gently smooth out the skirt on his hips, observing the fabric before she leans closer to press a kiss to his cheek. “ thank you, i know it's not your normal style, but . . . i needed to see it on someone. ” deft fingers carefully pull a stray string from his shoulder, before her hand settles to rest upon it. “ i think you look great, very handsome. ”
ִ 🏆 ׄ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃˡˡ ⎯⎯ ᶠᵉᵃᵗ. ˢᵃⁿˢᵃ ˢᵗᵃʳᵏ. ִ ⌣
“ okay ..... - i was a little ‘ iffy ‘ on the whole long skirt thing , but honestly ? ⁱ ᵈⁱᵍ ⁱᵗ. “ a 360 turn around before i looked over at her , smile plastered on my face. when you’re a model , you were BOUND to be your fashion designer girlfriends guinea pig.
usfw prompts , less cringy edition ; accepting.
@br4wl said : [ GRIND ] sender grinds on receivers thigh , for cora and mox .
what was meant to be training for her in ring return had quickly devolved into something else entirely, the makeshift ring she'd begged him for in their garage now no longer in use for her to run the ropes – not when he'd pulled her into the corner and held her there as if both of their lives had depended on it, had pulled her up from her feet just a little to notch her smaller frame against his to give him the friction he'd wanted to grind himself against the bare skin of her thigh. a grumble at first, brushing stray hairs from her face, back of her hand wiping away sweat from her brow in the action as brown eyes focus on his face, pout of her bottom lip as she feels the swollen head of him through his shorts.
“you're not – taking me seriously.”
she says with a huff, trying to retain her level of professionalism, trying to not fall into the delicious trap he's set before her. but it's too easy curl her fingers into the thin fabric of his tank top, to keen up and press her lips against his – all greedy mouth, who needed to train further, anyways?
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who is the lamb & who is the knife ?
reverse meme call — like this post and i’ll comb through your meme tag and send a few your way <3
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idk what i’m doing w my hand but we sleepy today.