follow you down your twisting alleywaysbloodofpykeMarch 17 2012, 01:35:28 UTC
Robb’s mouth was hard against his, and it took Theon a second to respond, to grip the back of Robb’s neck and kiss him back. And then Robb was dragging his nails across Theon’s scalp, biting at his mouth, driving his hips into Theon’s until they were like to be ground to dust. And Theon was gasping into it all, staggering under Robb’s touch, hands ghosting around his king like they weren’t quite sure what to do. This is different, he thought, the words almost faint against the feel of Robb’s teeth against his neck, his collarbone, his ear
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Red and terrible and redbleakwintersMarch 18 2012, 22:14:58 UTC
The Night's Watch does not interfere in the problems of the realm, he tells himself a hundred times over. He is the Lord Commander and Stannis might be the King, but he sits no Iron Throne and winter is coming. Jon Snow may know nothing, but he knows his vows and he knows his place.
It does not stop the red woman from ordering him to her chambers. Jon comes, and leaves Ghost waiting by the door. He cannot tell whether this is treason yet or not, whether he has killed the boy inside. Not when she reminds him so much of Ygritte, kissed by fire, lucky. So lucky she died with an arrow in her. The thought is bitter in his mouth, and once more Jon regrets not staying behind in that cave
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Re: Red and terrible and redmidnightblack07March 19 2012, 03:23:32 UTC
THIS IS GLORIOUS <3___<3
I love how Jon's stream of conscience always went back to Ygritte, and how the similarities between her and Melisandre (as well as the differances) did not go unmissed--beautifully done!! (y)
Renly had enough of dancing. Loras had been teasing him all night. The playful kisses placed artfully everywhere there was exposed skin, the music pulsating right through his being, driving their movements faster and more animalistic. It was late, and the club was full. The crowd around them pushing them closer together, as if they needed an excuse to meld their bodies together. He need him. All of him. And he needed him now. This wasn't the alcohol coursing through his veins that was driving this urge, this was his pure unadulterated lust for the man that was currently running his hands through his hair, gyrating his hips up against his own. Loras purred into his ear as his hands roamed from his shoulders, down to his hips, gently squeezing his ass. Renly moaned in response. No, he would not allow this to continue on the dance floor
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because it burns hotter and dies faster [robb x jeyne x theon]trystsMarch 17 2012, 02:22:51 UTC
Robb worried he’d break the arm of his chair, he gripped it so hard, knuckles as white as bleached bones. It could have only been a few minutes, since he’d sat down, but it felt like hours stretching into days. It was endless torture. His cock throbbed in his fisted free hand, but it didn’t release the tension. He didn’t want his hand.
Theon moved slowly against Jeyne, already buried to the hilt, and her whimpers of pleasure seemed to fill the room, make it heavy and think. Her blunt nails dug into the bunched skin at the small of his back, urging him deeper inside her. the rest here
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It does not stop the red woman from ordering him to her chambers. Jon comes, and leaves Ghost waiting by the door. He cannot tell whether this is treason yet or not, whether he has killed the boy inside. Not when she reminds him so much of Ygritte, kissed by fire, lucky. So lucky she died with an arrow in her. The thought is bitter in his mouth, and once more Jon regrets not staying behind in that cave ( ... )
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I love how Jon's stream of conscience always went back to Ygritte, and how the similarities between her and Melisandre (as well as the differances) did not go unmissed--beautifully done!! (y)
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Theon moved slowly against Jeyne, already buried to the hilt, and her whimpers of pleasure seemed to fill the room, make it heavy and think. Her blunt nails dug into the bunched skin at the small of his back, urging him deeper inside her.
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