from the earth to the unknown shore (AKotSK, Dunk/Lyonel, Explicit), ch. 7
Eggsposition (Egg does Exposition), Horse Girl Dunk | Duncan the Tall (A Song of Ice and Fire), Spooky Storm's End, Oops! All Antlers!, Gothic Horror Elements, Folk Horror Elements, Mild Body Horror, Quasi-plausible Baratheon Lore, Quasi-plausible Westerosi Histories, Original Character(s), Lyonel Baratheon's Slutty Gold Earring, Meditations on Knighthood, Animal Death, Canon-typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Bodily Fluids, Mysterious Gothic Illness, Dreams, Masturbation, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
“Ser Duncan.”
“Milord?”
“Milord. Oh, fuck off with that, you giant cunt. I’m going to go catch you your supper. You like supper, if I recall.” Lyonel’s earring sways, catching the weak morning light as he tries to fling his hair out of his face with a toss of his head.
Dunk thinks of harness bells, and pretty, temperamental thoroughbreds. All at once, he finds himself smiling, agonizing folded right away into very nearly nothing even if he remains a bit shy. “I do, aye.”
“You better not be running off, with both your horses all saddled up like that, Ser.”
“No, no. I’m only giving them a bit of exercise.” Dunk pats Chestnut’s neck affectionately.
“Well. Don’t go too far. You’ll get blown off the cliffs, even at your size.” Not shoved off the curtain wall, at least.
"I'll keep that in mind, Lyonel."
A feast, a tale, and consummate eyefucking.
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