It is known.

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           She did not crumble, did not weep. But she did not recoil from his reaction either. Some part of her always expected Vasjol to not understand her true meaning. Gently her fingers ran down his cheek, her eyes following their trail, "My dear, Vasjol, how brave you must be…to not be fearful of love." She spoke softly.

      Finally, her eyes met his, “To allow yourself to love freely for so long, I’ve forgotten how to do so.” She explained, her fingers stopping at his chin. “If I am not enough for you, you may go. Find someone not so old and broken or perhaps catch up to the company.” She told him, note spiteful but with sadness. She truly did not want him to go, not from her home or bed.

       She leaned forward again, pressing her lips firmly to his for a lingering moment before pulling back to move off his lap.

[evethiz]

❝ I have been rejected and unloved for the entirety of my life. Why would I fear something that I never had? ❞ He shook his head, finding himself angry that she would even imply that he might leave.

❝ Seven fucking hells--how many times must I tell you that I am not leaving? ❞ Even the kiss did not calm him. He wanted to grab her. To shove her against the bed and kiss and bite her neck. To claim her as his.

But that he didn't.

Instead, he let her move away, falling silent as he stared at the wall blankly. 

Finally, he sighed, as if he'd given up. ❝ What do you want me to do? ❞

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  Ellaria had not expected his lips to find hers so suddenly, for him to return her kiss so fiercely. She had not been kissed by a man in such a matter for some time. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and drew back only enough to look up at him. "It does, in truth it scares me." She told him softly, her hand reaching up to gently grip his tunic. 

"I care for you, I love you. I wish to protect as you are very dear to me." She told him, rubbing his tunic with her thumb. She did not wish to hurt him, only to be truthful. He had managed to work his way into her heart, although possibly not as deep as she was in his. 

[evethiz]

Scares her? 

His blood ran cold. She did not feel the same way--not like he did--and it hurt. It hurt more than any physical wound that was ever inflicted upon him. ❝ I apologize. ❞

He looked away, arms loosening around her as if to put distance between them. ❝ ...I do not know what to say. Or do. ❞ Was all this a mistake? Should he have gone with the company...? They needed him--they had wanted him to go--but Ellaria. His sweet Lady of Hellholt. Even if she did not feel as he did, he still loved her.

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  Ellaria bit her lip and looked across the room, leaning back against the pillows once more, "I’m afraid I mistook your kindness for indifference." Ellaria admitted. She looked to him once more, "I loved him dearly, wholey, to the point I nearly died with him. I hoped to never allow myself to even care for another as I did him" 

She paused for a moment, keeping her eyes on him. She had desired Vasjol often. When he would walk about in nothing but his trousers. When he would wrap his arm about her as they slept. Even when he did nothing more than make her child smile she desired him.  Yet, she had told herself not to. She told herself he saw her nothing more than a friend, a lady. She had denied herself.

She leaned over and kissed his cheek, her hand moving to his other cheek to bring him closer. She had done so many times before, but this time she allowed herself to kiss him as she had Oberyn. Her lips lingered on his cheek, it was no mere peck. She never kissed Oberyn lightly or quickly. "Yet, our life was full of passion, and I dare say, even in another life, he would not see me go without." She told him lightly and pressed her lips to the corner of his own.

[evethiz]

❝ I am never indifferent toward you, moon of my life. ❞  When he kissed his cheek, drawing him closer with her other hand, he was unable to resist. Vazjol pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her next kiss was all the more passionate and he returned it in full, their lips only parting when they were forced to draw breath. 

❝ I love you. I love you more than anything--more than battle--and that should say much about my love for you. ❞ A man like him was meant for war, meant to kill. Yet when he was with her, Vazjol did not mind the lack of bloodshed. He felt content--like this was where he belonged.

[motherviper-archive]

  Ellaria sat up, pulling the bed sheet to lay over her knees as she looked over to him again, "My desire to fuck you or not is not the issue!" Ellaria snapped and then paused, realizing how harsh her tone was, "Well, it is an issue…why have you not made your desire known?" She questioned, "Not properly. I am propositioned often, and before my hand maidens told me of their opinions of you I believed them merely japes."

"You are dear to me, Vasjol, as none other. For very long I thought you saw nothing more of me than comfort and your khaleesi." She explained, "I’m afraid I do not know how to read minds. Words are helpful."

[evethiz]

He visibly flinched when she  yelled at him. As much as he tried, he felt as if nothing he said was right. ❝ I have told you I loved you--is that not what I think it means? I want you--all of you. Let it be known. ❞

But he doubted himself--he could not possibly be a khal. Or Lord. Nothing would make him what he was supposed to have been. ❝ Of course I want you--more than anything--but that is your choice to make and not mine. You were grieving for so long--I did not want to push myself onto you. You loved him. ❞

[motherviper-archive]

  Ellaria took a deep breath at his kiss before shifting to move just out of his reach. She looked down at him, "How do you speak in such a way?" She questioned. It always baffled her, when he would speak of loving her. When he would mention his desires. Yet, he did nothing. He kissed, he touched, but made no actual advances. 

For many moons she thought him immune to her. She had met men who fell before her, even the prince himself said he felt himself enchanted. Yet, she believed in Vasjol she had met a man who did not desire her in such a manner, yet he spoke of it. "And why would you speak in such a manner of me? I am an old woman, and there are many young maids who wish for your cock."

[evethiz]

❝ Who gives a fuck? Beauty disappears. It is what is inside oneself that makes one important to the other. If looks is the only thing that matters, the relationship is shallow. ❞ He frowned. ❝ And you are beautiful--in every way. ❞

Odd how she of all people was not able to see it. ❝ A woman is not just some piece of meat for men to barter for. If a man can not see that, he is not worth any woman's time. If you do not want sex from me, it does not bother me. I love you all the same. It is not a factor. ❞

[motherviper-archive]

          “They say you are a kind lover.” She told him with a light laugh and looked over to him once more. She moved her hand into his hair, gently running her fingers through his curls, "Soft, but passionate." She told him with a nod, still smiling, "Do you not miss them? You have been at war for some time, I would think you would wish to spend your nights with them."

[evethiz]

❝ A half truth. I give them pleasure, they do not return the favor. I do not want them to. I only want you. ❞ He smiled, leaned in so he could kiss her neck. ❝ Call it practice. ❞

[motherviper-archive]

            “You have not been here to ask. She was wondering when you would return. I believe she favors you.” Ellaria told him with a smile as she laid back. She let go of his hand and moved to run her hand along the back of his arm from his shoulder, "They are not used to being pleased such as you have given them. You spoil them." She laughed lightly.

[evethiz]

❝ Me? Why is that? ❞ He gave her a bland stare as he laid down next to her, lower lip sticking out almost as if he were pouting.  ❝ T'is not my fault that their men are so bloody awful at pleasuring them. Favor me or not, I have all ready given my heart to you. No other. ❞

[motherviper-archive]

             ”Yes, I know…it is why I commanded it.” Ellaria told him slyly. It wasn’t often she took advantage of her new lady-ship, this had been a very important circumstance. A sense of desperation had taken over her. "Besides, you will much rather be here, would you not?" She smiled softly, "Kella has been asking of you." She added with a look. Kella was one of the younger handmaidens of the house, still hopeful to find a husband. Although, Vasjol was a favorite among most of her handmaidens.

[evethiz]

❝ I would rather you be happy. ❞ He longed for battle, yet he cared for her far more than his own ability to shed blood. He paused, frowning at the mention of Kella--granted, the phrase completely escaped him. ❝ Is she has been having questions of me then why does she not simply ask them? ❞

[motherviper-archive]

            “It was a selfish request, I suppose.” Ellaria noted, leaning back against the pillows behind her. She kept a hold of his hand lightly, her other hand picking at the bed sheet on her lap, "I did not want to risk your life. I have no doubt in your kill as a solider, but I had no doubt in my owns and yet he died in front of my eyes." Ellaria explained, "I would not allow myself to go through that sort of pain again and now that I am in the position to control it, I did." She told him, finally looking back over to him.

[evethiz]

❝ You will not lose me. ❞ He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before sitting down next to her. Still wearing a silk tunic and breeches, it was surely a step up from his habit of only wearing shirts. ❝ I am yours to command--in the end, I cannot deny you. You know this, don't you ? ❞

[motherviper-archive]

  "And I thought you didn’t enjoy it." Ellaria smiled, "I have been allowing you space, I thought you mad at me since I did not allow you to leave with the last company." Ellaria sat up, her long black hair falling in curls over her shoulder, "Come, if you wish to share my bed you may." She smiled, holding her hand out to him.

[evethiz]

❝ I enjoy it. My cock can deal with its disappointment. ❞ He paused, taking hold of her hand gently. ❝ Not mad at you--insulted, yes, because I first did not understand the nature of your command. I love you. I could never hold resentment toward you. ❞ 

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  "I am a qunari. I have never heard of the Dothraki people before."

[evethiz]

❝ And then we are both experiencing a new thing, Qunari woman. ❞

[motherviper-archive]

  "Why do you think me unhappy?"

[evethiz]

❝ You usually want me for this cuddling business--none of that for weeks. ❞

[evethiz]

❝ I stayed. You are still not happy? ❞

[dragonstallion]

  "This is going to be a very long journey, isn’t it?" Rhaego sighed and shook his head, taking a few steps before stopping and looking to him, "How many Dothraki must ride together for it to be a khalasar?"

[evethiz]

❝ It always is. ❞ Vazjol shrugged, eyes blank as he threw himself into a chair and waved for a mug of ale. ❝ Fuck if I know. Am an exile myself--been an exile for too many years to remember. ❞

[dragonstallion]

  "The mother of dragons can do it, why can’t I? Besides I have no khalasar, what point is there in me rotting my days in this city that mocks me? I will not ask for you to join me again."

[evethiz]

❝ Was a joke--do you make habits of taking everything offensively? Or are you just on your lady blood week?  ❞

[evethiz]

❝ The hell are you heading to Westeros for? A Khaleesi's cunt not good enough for you?  ❞

[evethiz]

"I told you I did not want you to go back out there. There are hundreds of men who can fight in this war, it is not your war. I told you not to go again. I told you not to leave me again! I am the lady of this house and I command that you do not go back! You will stay this time." He was lucky she did not slap him. She had felt the urge to do so since the morning she found his bed empty.

❝ Me fati! Jini vee--Jini vee! ❞  And in that moment he was all fire and rage. A tempest that even a viper would not so easily quell. ❝ This is my fucking war as much as it is any other man's. There are boys that can barely parry a blow without falling on their ass and you expect me to stay? ❞

To tell the son of a Khal that he was not to fight--it was an insult of the highest degree. ❝ And what will you do if I defy you, Khaleesi? Take me prisoner? Exile me? You have not seen what I have seen, woman. And if your Gods have an ounce of kindness left in them, you never will have need to. ❞

He had never been this angry in her presence. The murderous glint in his eyes was not a thing to be trifled with, especially when all he wanted was to make the grass stain red with blood.