in isolation

bastards are born of passion. and so loss is keenly felt. paramour -- no more. she is in isolation.-}{ never alone }{-

[envenomxd]

<< nymehros >>

    there is concern traced lightly on      features some might call EXOTIC.     she is delicate and graceful in her     movements, yet it is the gentleness     of her touch that marks her. she is called many things.    { bastard -- } c o n s o r t , ( SAND )      ---- yet the only  one she cares to hear is the one that  would fall from his lips.                             " NEVER have I wished for you to be less -- ( ruled )                                by your passions. Yet now I can not but wish that                                those fervent passions kept you at my side. "

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     he felt his weight lifted as a friendly arm helped him up.      a glance to the side confirmed his suspicions ;; it was      ellaria sand who had found the strength to carry his      poorly responding body and his hand squeezed hers      softly as he tried to match her pace, head resting      heavily against his chest.

               following what appeared to be an endless walk,                consciousness barely intact, he found himself                seated on a large bed, his paramour in the                process of ridding his of his armor. he gazed up,                eyes meeting hers  A P O L O G E T I C A L L Y.                it was obvious in her very motions that she was                furious ;; she had been scared, perhaps even still was.

he attempted to help, lazily unlacing his forearm’s protection, but the pain was too great and the effort too presumptuous. he glanced down at his shoulder, now stripped from its armor, only the silk layer remained, he could feel the blood slowly dripping from the injury located on his left pectoral,  &&  there was an acute need to dull the pain, so he looked at his lover.

                    ’ wine ?? ’ was demanded feebly.

[envenomxd]

the sound that left her lips upon his  wince was heartbreaking, as if the  wounds were her own pain. as if it were her own blood, as if the spear  had pierced her own skin. the hand that reached for the goblet full of sweet rich wine shook as she held it to his lips.   arms  strong  as  she s u p p o r t e d him as was her very           [ R I G H T ---- ]                            " if that i but did not love you --                            f o o l you pretend to be. do you                           so l o a t h e this life you wish to                           be  D E A D ??? "  yet it was not ANGER that filled sweet tones, it was pain - it was agony -- it  was {                   F  E A  R               } could he not grasp that he was held so dear within the hearts of his women. not only she who now held him, but the love of his daughters - the love of his p r i n c e?

[egordeladze]

I know I’ve posted some of these before, but here are all the pictures of my Ellaria Sand cosplay from LFCC ~

photos by Ida and Jon Fisher

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Ellaria Sand Sketch by ProKriK

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[ envenomxd ]

            "I’m glad you are home … even with the circumstances."

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    and she was as a woman l o s t,   s h a t t e r e d as the gravity that had   held her together was gone. he was    dead. yet for the daughter he loved    a smile flickered across features.    a gentleness that reflected to broken.                   " i am as well.                this place --------                          it is [ of ] H I M ... "

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[envenomxd]

hAPPY SQUEALS

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                    the prince shook his head swiftly to repel dizzy spells clouding                     a  B L U R R E D  vision. aching limbs refusing to obey his weak                     commands, he laid there, on the tiltyard’s ground, his horse’s                     hooves sending a storm of dust at his face and he coughed,                     the motion awakening a sharp pain in his left shoulder, where,                     he remembered, ser arthur dayne’s lance had hit its unprotected                     target. blood staining the tunic underneath his armor.                        —————not so far away from the heart.

     his wits about him again, oberyn pushed himself to the      side,   ignoring the discomfort in his muscles, shoulder      and  chest  before  he  struggled  back  on  his  feet.

[envenomxd]

   the scream that had left her lips the   second he toppled was shattering. few  challenged her as she raced to his side.  eyes shooting daggers towards the knight  who had felled him. while dayne was a  mighty house, she cared little for any who  offered harm to her prince. venom laced   her tones as she brushed aside his offered  help. oberyn was hers to care for.                             and so she helped him to his feet, guiding his arm                       around her shoulder, her arm looped lightly around                        his waist. she was surprisingly strong as she supported                       him, a fleeting glance to the wound that now stained                       his tunic. she would be damned if he entered another                       tournament within a year. she had had quite enough                        near scares.          " once you are well,         i will not speak to you         for a week. i can not ,          i will not lose you. do         not scare me. i am          only a woman --. "

[mmesutozill]

Oberyn & Ellaria - Requested by anonymous

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Morning sex with soft touches under the sheets and slow, hot kisses peppering jaw lines and lazy thrusts covered by whispered “I love you“‘s and small gasps

[envenomxd]

lover

              ” Yes my prince?                          must we truly think on                          such things when we                           might —- “       Trailing off she let        actions do the —-       communicating.

             Fingers tangled in the             fabric of his tunic, hips             pressed against his as             lips distracted him from            any purpose but her own.

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      { ❄}        ; envenomxd regitmortua direwolfbastard ofwolfheart forneart

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                                              ❝ What are you doing?                                                                        Looks dangerous. ❞

[envenomxd]

            " Since when has the art of                  seduction become -- dangerous ?"

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     the grin on her lips was passed on to him,      reflecting the general state of  G R A C E      of the chambers. doran and duties already      long forgotten, she was the only remaining      concern in his mind ;; the solace she ceaselessly      brought stronger than ever when it was just the      two of them, no intruder, no additional desire to      satisfy. he could dedicate himself entirely to  H E R.

          the form above him was inspiring. although as           familiar as his own body, the sight never ceased           to amaze the prince. standing tall and lean above           him, she was no longer his princess, she was a                             G O D D E S S     &&     she was his.

                    her hands caressing his torso and lingering                     lower over his abdomen sent shivers down                     his spine, pleasure taking over any reasonable                     thought he might still have had and his own                     hands caressed the shapes of her hips and                     upper thigh ;; eyes locked in hers when he                     raised his head to meet her needy lips, hand                     cupping a breast with investigative curiosity,                     although the feeling was well-known and                     N E V E R  to be forgotten.

[envenomxd]

such were the sins she lead him to commit,  he was the light to the darkness of her past.  without him she had been lost as a ship upon  a motionless sea, unguided -- unknown -- and  u n s e e n. his attentions had proved to be the  guiding light that had kept her safe to shore. it  was he who had saved her. saved her from a   fate of being unknown, little more than a whore  she had survived each day.                         not knowing she was surviving until she met [ h i m ].                        since he had discovered her, she had been A L I V E.                         no longer existing, no longer surviving --- but thriving.                        it was said she was nothing more than a kept woman,                        yet the viper understood one could not tame a woman                        as wild as dorne itself. she was f r e e. yet instead of                         giving her chains he gave her silks. instead of cages                        he gave her a home. and she loved him for it.   such poetic thoughts were had while she slid down his body, skin against skin creating a fire all their own. a spark slowly forming deep within her that only he could quench. a thirst only he could begin to sate. and so she  took him. lips suddenly crashing into his. there was an exotic taste to him as teeth dug lightly into the curve of his lower lip  hips rolling into his as she arched back  away from the kiss. fingers at his shoulders as she drug him upwards retaining possession of his lips. 

                         some might call her a fool for loving a man                        so far above her, yet had he not raised her to his                        equal ? was a prince not as capable for love as the                        illegitimate daughter of a married man? a mother                         half dead at her birth, mourning for a man she could                        never have? passion was born into the girl who had                        grown into the woman she was now. fire was bred                         into bone. strength into the very core of her. she was                        D O R N I S H. she did not suffer defeats.nor was she                        patient. and so she took him. guiding him within her.    a faint cry from parted lips, half muffled against his, hips pressed forward until he was fully sheathed within her.  a contented sound escaping her as with agonizing slowness she rolled her hips against his, deepening the motion. perhaps she was not a princess of high blood to birth him royal heirs,  but she was a woman who might keep him occupied within  private chambers for many an endless day and hour. perhaps even without the chambers ----                        she certainly had no shame in their joined lusts.

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A Game of ‘What The Fuck Did You Just Say About Me?’

requested by t—t—f—n

[kiraahachi]

                             I υѕed тo lιve αloɴe вeғore I ĸɴew yoυ                                                             { I’ve ѕeeɴ yoυr ғlαɢ oɴ тнe мαrвle αrcн }                              Love ιѕ ɴoт α vιcтory мαrcн                                                            { Iт’ѕ α cold αɴd ιт’ѕ α вroĸeɴ }

                                                           ♛ H α l l e l υ j α н ♛

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                                      AND NOT A DAY SHALL PASS                                       that    i    won’t   miss    your    smile