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[ofasshci-deactivated20160219]

❛ If you continue insulting & challenging the claim of the rightful King, then I’m afraid that day may come sooner than you may think. ❜

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“Oh, my apologies - I didn’t realize that I was insulting and challenging Renly.”

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“You’re really good at this…”

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        “As I would hope to be when I’ve practiced for years.”

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Sentence Meme sentences

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Are you even listening to yourself?”

“Are you sure they won’t find out?”

“Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?”

“Be mine.”

“Do I know you?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you remember this?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Don’t go.”

“Don’t let me die”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Explain yourself.”

“For you, I would _____”

“Give it back.”

“Give me another chance.”

“Have you ever even done this before?”

“How drunk are you right now?”

“I already regret this.”

“I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“I could kill you!”

“I dare you.” or “I dare you to _____.”

“I didn’t do it.”“

"I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you.”

“I have to go.”

“I just want to cuddle.”

“I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you.”

“I miss you so very much.”

“I missed you.”

“I need a drink.”

“I need a hug.”

“I never really loved you.”

“I owe you.”

“I think I broke it.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you. ”

“I think I’m forgetting something.”

“I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you.”

“I want to be yours.”

“I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying.”

“I’m going to be sick.”

“I’m not speaking to you anymore.”

“I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”

“I’ve never heard that one before.”

“If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?”

“It was me”

“It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes.”

“Just go.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Just let me die.”

“Just relax.”

“Just what did we do last night?”

“Kiss me you idiot.”

“Kiss me.”

“Make me.”

“Marry me?”

“My Parents don’t know”

“My parents know.”“

"Never again.”

“Nh, don’t be so rough!”

“No, that can’t be my baby.”

“No! You can’t die on me now!”

“Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!”

“Put. The. Weapon. Down.”

“Shut up and listen.”

“Take responsibility.”

“That isn’t mine.”

“That looked easier on TV.”

“That sounds painful.”

“That was a bad plan.”

“That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard.”

“They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar.”

“This stays between us.”

“Truth hurts, don’t it?”

“Want to hear a secret?”

“We need to talk.”

“We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected.”

“What are we doing here?”

“What are you afraid of?”

“What are you touching?”

“What are you?”

“What do you need?”

“What happened to you?”

“What have I done this time?”

“What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What were you thinking?”

“Where are my clothes?”

“Where did you find this?”

“Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?”

“Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?”

“Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am.”

“You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!”

“You coward.”

“You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!”

“You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!”

“You mean everything to me.”

“You owe me.”

“You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!”

“You’re all out of ____.”

“You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me.”

“You’re pregnant and It’s mine”

“You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.”“

"You’re under arrest.”

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jaqenxfacelessxman:

“A MAN is not a God. But a man serves one, and Gods can be cruel when they feel insulted.”

       “Why are you speaking like that? And I         haven’t insulted any God, only you. So         are you one of those... sparrows? What         are you, exactly?”

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“Is that so?” He watched the other, a smile playing on his lips. “Do you plan to try and…pry them from me, my lord?”

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“We both know I could... my mouth is talented enough any day,” he murmured with a smirk, turning to face the other man.

[wildlyexpensive]

He grinned a little at that, half a touch smug. “Two, then. But it’s not as though you have any darker secrets than I…”

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“Oh - you’d be surprised what secrets we must keep in court...” he turned, walking to the other side of the room, his fingertips running over a table. “I’m only kidding - nothing is kept secret in the court. Your secrets are much more... alluring.”

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“I have faith in you, brother. I always will.”

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    “The same from me to you, Willas.       You know that.”

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       this was just what robb needed                   whatever it ‘was.’ he wasn’t completely        drunk, but he had enough ale to let his worries briefly slip in the very back of his mind.         now his thoughts surrounded the BEAUTIFUL knight in front of him who hadn’t seemed         as arrogant as some said he was.     but if he was in fact arrogant, it wasn’t as if robb        would even notice. or care, for that matter.

       to have his head seemingly leveled out and away from the war that waited for him         again the next day, right along with the news of theon and his home was nearly a        blessing in it’s own. he would definitely thank the gods for this. 

       and the fact that loras had not brought up his home being seized by his very own        ally had even furthered the proof that this was the type of person he preferred to         have in his company.   SMIRKING still, robb set his cup that he previously clutched        on the nearest table before returning to loras, inches away from him.

         ❝  do that. your opinion and your standards are quite important to me now.  ❞

       truthfully, when it came to attraction, robb wasn’t the most subtle when hiding it. he        was always quite obvious in his eyes and in theon’s too, who often called him out on        his crushes before robb ever even admitted to them back when they were all happy        in winterfell. 

         ❝ swearing yourself to someone requires bravery in itself. picking up the sword           requires it, and from what i’ve seen, i’d say you’re better than just good.   ❞

       purposely, he chose to ignore the death aspect of being sworn to someone, as he        typically tried not to think about how many men he was responsible for, the thousands        and thousands of fates he held in his hands.

       quickly focusing on the more desirous matters at hand, robb let his hand drop from        the other’s cheek, but only so that he could take a big sip of loras’ wine. hopefully        that would help with the taste. after setting that cup away as well,     a gentle but         strong hand rested on loras’ lower back to bring the two of them chest to chest, &         with a leaned tilt of his head, he was finally able to feel the curves of loras’ lips on his.

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            His golden Tyrell eyes followed Robb’s every slight movement around             the tent, his wine clutched in his right hand, his left locked at the base             of his spine. He enjoyed the King’s company, very much so. Anyone in             their right mind would feel the same way. His voice was so soft, so kind             and so gentle, and yet, Loras had heard him lead an entire army with his             words - strong and powerful, no hint of the boy that was left behind in             the dust of Winterfell. It sent shivers down his spine, and he had to force             some of the blood in his body back to his brain, to the best of his ability.

            Loras chuckles as he hears Robb’s words, raising an eyebrow as the             other man finishes. A matching smirk rises on his cheeks, a few of his             golden curls falling into his eyes.

        “Now, Your Grace? Were my standards less important to you a mere day         ago? And... if you insist - a tent in middle of nowhere is not my idea of         being up to my standards. But I suppose it’ll have to do for now. That is,         until you can take me to see your home...”

             The young knight was never good at reading people - he’d always just              assumed that everyone liked him, unless they sneered at him, or called              him a sword-swallower, or otherwise expressed their distaste in one              way or another. Renly, though, he could read. He could tell when his              love was angry, or happy, or simply wanted a good fuck to get him              through the night. Robb was more difficult for him to read - it was              something about Northerners, Loras could never seem to understand              them. But the spark in Robb’s bright blue eyes was more than enough              for the Tyrell to understand that his desires were equal to the King’s.

        “I suppose I’m more than just good... with my hands and with my head. It          takes a certain mentality to be able to fight another... I’m sure you know.          And I’ve been trained by the side of a king. And, now, I fight for you with          passion... as a brave man should. As you do.”

             He was surprised when his cup is taken from his hand - he was too lost              in the king’s eyes, leaning into the touch - to realize the touch had left              his cheek in the first place. It took him a minute for his eyes to focus on              what was happening in front of him, to see Robb drink his wine and set              the cup aside. And then, Praise the Gods, Robb’s strong, large hand              was resting at the nape of his spine and his soft lips were against his              own. Loras’ eyes slipped shut as he relaxed into the kiss, his hands              reaching up to gently drape themselves over Robb’s shoulder. It was              an amazing feeling and all he wanted was more.

[ofasshci-deactivated20160219]

 ❛ I will choose to ignore that, for your sake. And I highly doubt that, Stannis is more of a ruler than Renly could have ever h o p e d to be.  ❜

           ❛ What will you do now, Loras. Continue fruitlessly            defending a dead usurper? ❜

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      “You are the one defending a usurper. King Renly         and Stannis both had some right to the throne -         the war won them that. But Renly is the king the         people wanted. So yes, I will continue defending         him, until the day I go to the Gods.”

[highgardenheir]

“That Renly loved you so well was no small thing, Loras. You have greatness in you, but such things take time to happen. This wasn’t the right world for you, you needed  a better one… But you will find a way. We’re Tyrells. Growing Strong, remember?”

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“I fear no one will love me the way Renly did, Willas. I fear I will love no one the way I did Renly. I know you’re right - anyone who has even a hint of brains would. But I... yes, Willas. Growing Strong. As if I could ever forget those words.”

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Olyvar laughed aloud at that. “I see, my lord. And may I inquire as to which exceptional few have made that list..?

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“You already know one of them,” Loras smirked, looking up at the other man.  “The rest are between me, them, and the Gods.”

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 “Take a lesson from a consummate pleaser of men, my lord. Most proud men enjoy proving others wrong above most else…”

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“Most proud men can suck my cock. It’s those few exceptional ones for whom I get on my knees, do you understand? Or am I being too... what’s the word...? Eloquent. That’s it.”

[highgardenheir]

“Loras… you’re a boy. I know you’ll think me rude for it, but it’s what you are. The tourney that crippled me… it forced me to grow into a man more quickly. I never got the chance to be properly foolish, and that doesn’t mean you’re wrong to be one… just that you might have been one for too long.”

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        “What should I do, Willas? I just... I don’t          know what to do any more. I feel... lost.          Like I don’t belong anywhere, do you          understand? And I suppose that’s why          I act like a fool... or... well, I am a fool.          I understand I need to grow, to become          more wise... to mature. But I am no heir          to one of the Great Houses of Westeros.          I’m... I’m just a boy. Trying to find his way          in this cruel, cruel world... looking only to          my brothers, my grandmother, my sister,          and the Gods to guide me. And, with all          of this, I feel I couldn’t be any more lost.”

[highgardenheir]

“Loras, I have been his son a full six years longer than you have, what I know is that he has always been able to do what he wants, simply because he’s the lord of the Reach and Warden of the South. Power can breed foolishness.”

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    “I know that just as well as any, brother. But...      I suppose I should not argue. You’re just as      well six years wiser than I. Six years more      experienced. And I suppose, to you, I’m      just as much a fool as he, aren’t I? I sleep      with any man who wants to sleep with me...      I’m a fool. I’m a sex-addicted fool, Willas.”

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     “I pity everyone you meet, Ser Loras.”

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      “It’s a struggle I face daily. The        Gods are testing me, I swear to it.”

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         “I pity you to have that            voice singing in your home.”

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        “It’s not only in my home, My Lord.         It’s everywhere we travel, as well.”

[wildlyexpensive]

“I believe he had been…over indulging in the Arbor Gold, my lord.”

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“Most likely, he wasn’t indulging at all. He thinks he’s the greatest singer to ever grace Westeros. I’ve tried telling him otherwise... but he refuses to listen to me... stubborn bastard.”