× DEATHSWCRN ┊ Independent, fandom-agnostic fantasy/historical OCs, spending most of their time in BALDUR'S GATE, THE ELDER SCROLLS, NORSE SAGAS and DRAGON AGE. Written by HRAFN, 25+ (he/him, GMT). Mid-low activity, depending on other commitments.
FEATURES BREINA RIVLIN, a scorned warrior on a path of vengeance, TORE SKJEGGESTAD, terrifying demagogue and devoted dragon cultist, IACHESIS AELSINIAN, erstwhile inquisitor unlearning his zealotry and wrath, && HROTHMAR WRATH-WOLF, unliving monstrosity fighting with his guilt and shame.
Laeron turned to his new companion as he spoke. His cousin Jaelora had often said that the best of friends are often met on the road, and he was certain this was the case with Breina. Though they had not been traveling long, it was hard to deny that Laeron felt a kinship with her.
It was rare to find someone who did not mock Laeron for his love of knightly stories and rarer still to find someone who seemed to agree to readily. He was glad now that he had set off early, though he could have stayed in the company of Valarr and the rest of the royal company (much to the chagrin of his squire, who had hoped to convene with his friend Aegon upon the road).
Her companion was a Velaryon. There was simply no hiding it - dark skin, silver hair and bright, greenish-blue eyes, the picture of the oceans that beat against their ancestral home of Driftmark. Even if Ser Laeron had given a different name, she would have known. Given she was currently on the run - she didn't envy him, even if her freckles and demeanor were also extremely recognizable.
She had initially worried that the journey would be uncomfortable with someone of much higher status than her around - Gods know she didn't know how to act around a Targaryen - but found herself pleasantly surprised, none-the-less, to find Ser Laeron a much more down to earth type, and one who was more than happy to talk freely.
"Mmm... a few times, yeah, for the tourney," she said agreeably, stroking the mane of her steed and looking off at the horizon as she reminisced on the times her family headed out to watch the tourney and let their knights compete. "I don't think we ever met. But I loved to watch. Especially at the mêlée, gods, the rush of watchin' knights fight!"
She grinned towards her newfound knightly companion. "Is it as much fun as it looks?"
Breina had arrived at Ashford Meadow knowing that her life, as she longed to live it, would be over at the closing of ceremonies. So she intended to make the most of the time she had left in freedom.
She understood her father's impulses. Bastien wanted to protect her after the nine months she'd spent in the Iron Islands, and felt getting her married before the story could escape the walls of the Dancing Peaks would be protection enough. It felt hard even now to recall what had happened in those months - just because she was back to the mainland, didn't mean those months didn't happen, and that it didn't hurt to remember. It didn't mean she wasn't some pirate's legal concubine for the better part of a year. It didn't mean she hadn't been stripped of her maidenhead and much more of her dignity, besides. It didn't mean she hadn't spent months waking up afraid his seed had taken root inside her.
But it didn't mean her father's impulses pleased her, either. From one man I didn't choose to another, da? Is that it?
Perhaps that's why she was creeping so close to trouble with the Lady Rosalyne Reyne. And her newly betrothed, though Ros was the real apple of her eye at that point. She was quick-witted, and wild, and fun. She flirted with a force that even sometimes made Bree blush, and matched her drink for drink, story for story, in Lord Baratheon's tent. She made Bree forget, for a little while, what waited for her outside the meadow. Whilst here, she could drink in the feeling of freedom, and indulge in her desires without fear.
So yes, the moment they were somewhere cooler, darker, quieter, Breina kissed her. She took what she wanted, unapologetically, for perhaps the first and last time in her life. Ros was to be married to Cailan and Bree... Bree would go through the salt-wife thing all over again, even though her salt marriage was at least intellectually honest about her being little more than a vessel to provide a man with sex and squealing babes. She wanted, just for once, to take something she wanted.
Ros, darling, wonderful, amazing Ros, responded in kind to the kiss, to the insistent, wanting press of her tongue. She guided her hands under shift and petticoat and dress, and Breina rewarded her forwardness by dragging her nails against the soft inner flesh of Ros' thighs and growling against her throat.
"Been thinkin' about this all night too, huh?" she asked, her voice a low whisper, as she kneaded the inside of Ros' soft thigh like bread dough, working higher as her lips and teeth worked lower. When she reached Ros' collarbone, she took her other hand and started tugging at the top of her dress, intending to bury her face into Ros' tits.
Meanwhile, her fingertips finally found wet heat between Ros' legs, and teased the lips of Rosalyne's cunt lightly. "Ask nicely," she grinned cheekily, all teeth, barely missing her clit with each pass.
Bro, my unyielding loyalty towards you is totally normal and healthy, I swear. It's just that it's definitely my duty to rip out your enemies throats with my bare teeth. You are the love of my life and I am your most valuable tool. Each night, I fantasize about dying in your arms, covered in blood, and then I close my eyes one final time, satisfied because I can feel your fingers on my face as I take my last breath. Haha anyways
I'm going to write everything I owe this week and set my queue off to go on Saturday, because Sunday I'm flying out to California for 2 and a bit weeks for Wife Time. I'm not intending to take anything I can get some writing done on, so I'll be relatively confined to Discord and likely very spotty until my return flight. Hoping by the time I get back I'll have read all of ASOIAF and be more secure writing in it.
If you've followed in the past couple of weeks, I'll probably reach out on my return! Sorry I wasn't ignoring you, I was aware of this trip upcoming and didn't wanna start something and then fall off the map.
my brain didn't brain so unfortunately I didn't get any writing done, I'm so sorry 💜 I'm going to do what I can on mobile (or borrowing my wife's computer) but it may not be much
I'm going to write everything I owe this week and set my queue off to go on Saturday, because Sunday I'm flying out to California for 2 and a bit weeks for Wife Time. I'm not intending to take anything I can get some writing done on, so I'll be relatively confined to Discord and likely very spotty until my return flight. Hoping by the time I get back I'll have read all of ASOIAF and be more secure writing in it.
If you've followed in the past couple of weeks, I'll probably reach out on my return! Sorry I wasn't ignoring you, I was aware of this trip upcoming and didn't wanna start something and then fall off the map.
I'm going to write everything I owe this week and set my queue off to go on Saturday, because Sunday I'm flying out to California for 2 and a bit weeks for Wife Time. I'm not intending to take anything I can get some writing done on, so I'll be relatively confined to Discord and likely very spotty until my return flight. Hoping by the time I get back I'll have read all of ASOIAF and be more secure writing in it.
If you've followed in the past couple of weeks, I'll probably reach out on my return! Sorry I wasn't ignoring you, I was aware of this trip upcoming and didn't wanna start something and then fall off the map.
