ellievsbear
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
★
official daine visual archive
bliss lane
Kiana Khansmith
occasionally subtle
Mike Driver
blake kathryn
almost home
Jimmy Eat World
PR's Tumblrdome
macklin celebrini has autism
Game of Thrones Daily
d e v o n
cherry valley forever
tumblr dot com
Cosimo Galluzzi
untitled
KIROKAZE
seen from Colombia
seen from Nicaragua
seen from Venezuela
seen from United States
seen from Hungary
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from Nepal
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Italy
seen from Türkiye
seen from Japan
seen from Poland
seen from Netherlands
seen from Canada
@hershiningknight-blog
“If it was a sin for you to chose me … then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it.”
◘new independent Jamie Fraser seeking partners ◘semi-selective, multi-verse, oc and crossover friendly i│ii│iii
“If it was a sin for you to chose me … then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it.”
◘new independent Jamie Fraser seeking partners ◘semi-selective, multi-verse, oc and crossover friendly i│ii│iii
“If it was a sin for you to chose me … then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it.”
◘new independent Jamie Fraser seeking partners ◘semi-selective, multi-verse, oc and crossover friendly i│ii│iii
It's been a million years since I was last on here . . . Basically I don't think I will come back and will probably archive this blog? I've made a new roleplay blog which I'll post the promo for in a sec, so if anyone is still around and wants to write with me again, please follow! Miss you all and hope some of you will come and join me there!
Dany stood up on her toes, pushing their mouths closer together, pressing herself further into his arms. She wanted to be closer to him, she wanted to shed the layers of clothes, stop being two people and start being one. Want burned hot in her veins, she wanted him, so badly she ached for him. He stole the breath right from her lungs, and she didn’t want it back. I love you, do you know that? She wanted to tell him, she would, just when she could pull her lips from his.
And maybe when it doesn’t seem crazy that you’re in love with him you just kissed.
But she had known him for months. She had spent almost every night, every weekend with him for so long she could barely remember a time they didn’t spend their spare (and work) time together. Was it really surprising that she was in love with him? She knew him. She knew his favorite food. She knew his favorite color. She knew his sister, his brother, his father. She knew him. And he knew her. Why should it surprise anyone that she loved him?
Just the sound of his groan was enough to make her knees weak. Oh god. She wanted to hear more of it. She wanted to make him moan. She was already half way to begging him to fuck her right there on the couch. On the table. On the floor. She didn’t care so long as she got to hear him moan her name.
She smiled at him, her breath matching his in short pants. “Well when you put it that way it sounds so simple.” She said, as they walked back towards the couch, and he pulled her down into his lap. Their lips were hungry against each other’s again. Her hunger matching his, it was need she needed him.
Dany straddled his waist, her hands slipping up under his shirt. His skin was warm, drawn tight over a finely muscled body. She groaned, just from touching him. You’re a goddamn work of art. Her hands traced over his skin as she kissed him, her tongue pressing against the seam of his lips. Fingers traced over his body, until she got frustrated with the shirt.
She pulled away again, gripping the edge of his shirt ready to pull it off of him before she paused. Panting she looked at him, and smiled leaning forward her forehead pressed against his. “Stop me if I’m moving too fast for you.” she muttered. “I don’t want to push you too far too fast. We don’t have to do anything more than you’re comfortable with.”
It truly was that simple. At least with him, it always would be. He never wanted her to stop kissing him, to stop touching him, holding him. He wanted her wrapped around him like this forever until he forgot where he ended and she began.
A moan escaped from his lips as her fingers touched the bare skin of his stomach. He could see now why she had been so free with her moans when his hands had been on her skin. It felt exquisite. His muscles rippled under the strokes of her fingers, pulling tight as her fingers traced, her skin burning into his. And he didn't ever want her to stop.
In fact, he only wanted more.
The more her fingers wandered, exploring the flesh beneath his shirt, the more he wanted to feel more skin against his. His fingers ached to trace her skin as she was doing to his and his body longed to know just how she felt pressed against him. He was quite sure there was nothing in the world that would compare to that.
Another moan left him then as he could feel his body responding to her touch, to her kiss, to the way she was straddling his waist. Blood rushed to his groin, his cock begining to harden beneath her and even now, he was sure she would feel it beneath the thin material of his shorts.
God, do I need you.
His kisses only grew more frantic in response to her touch, communicating how much he wanted her, how much he needed her. His lips could do no more than egg her on for he never wanted her to stop.
His heart was pounding an unsteady rhythm, breath coming in shallow pants by the time she had pulled away. The intensity of their kisses, of the desire roaring through his veins had stolen his ability to control either.
"Please don't stop." His voice was half a groan as his hands covered hers on the edge of his shirt, urging her to pull it from him. All he wanted now was her pressed as tight against him as she could, nothing between them, not even air. So of course he wasn't going to object. And he was sure he never would.
"Don't stop," he echoed again, "I need you."
A small happy, joyous laugh bubbled up from her throat as he smiled. He looked so happy. She was so happy. He kissed me, he kissed me, she could sing. Her hand brushed against his cheek, as she smiled back at him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile so brightly. Is that just because of me? Do I make him that happy? Well she could definitely kiss him as much as he wanted to get him to smile like that.
It wasn’t a chore.
Her fingers wandered from his cheek to brush into his blonde hair. She could imagine her fingers grabbing that same hair for an anchor as he fucked her until she was screaming. A soft flush spread across her cheeks as the thought flickered through her mind. You just kissed and you’re already thinking about fucking him. Of course she had been thinking about fucking him for a lot longer than just today. How many nights had she been in her bed thinking about him? Too many to count.
Tonight had been the first night she had suspected that he had even wanted her. Tonight she had first dared to hope that he wanted her. It was also the first night she had worried that he didn’t want her. That all seemed so silly now.
God I am so happy. She just wanted to kiss him again, and again. She could spend the rest of her life kissing him and only him and she would be the happiest girl in the world.
If she could spend the rest of her life kissing him, what was the point in waiting. Her lips were on his again, and he was pulling her closer. She moaned against his lips as their bodies fit together. I fit right against him. She thought. Like I was made to kiss him, to push my body against his, into his. His hand was brushing against her back, and she moaned again, he hadn’t even really done anything and she was already moaning against his lips.
Dany’s hand tightened in his hair as she backed him towards the couch, she wanted to slip onto his lap. She wanted to push her hands under his shirt. She wanted to kiss every inch of his body. “Jaime,” she whispered, her lips moving away from his. Her lips brushed against his jaw, pressing little kisses along towards his ear. “I don’t ever want to stop kissing you.”
Fingers clung to her skin, holding her tightly to him. She fit there so perfectly that it was hard to believe that she wasn't made just for this, just for him. And now that he had her in his arms, he didn't want to ever let her go. He didn't ever want to stop kissing her, to stop touching her. She was everything he had been needing for so long and now that he had given into that desire, he wondered why he had waited so long to just kiss her.
Fear.
Fear that he would lose her too.
But in reality, she incited quite the opposite in him. Where before he had wallowed in misery and self-loathing, he was now happier than he could have dreamed. All with a kiss. But that kiss had healed him of the last of the pain that her presence had not chased away already. He now wished he could have kicked himself into action sooner and then he could have had this sooner, had her sooner.
How did i anage to deny myself of her?
Her moans, even from the relatively chaste touch and from his kiss alone, only fueled the fire slowly building to inferno inside him. It was the most beautiful noise he had ever heard and truly he would do anything to hear it all the time.
And then came the images, so vivid as they had been for so long, of her writhing under him as he fucked her, moaning his name. But even in those fantasies that he had played out so many times, her moans weren't half as lovely as the real thing. The thought alone had him groaning in time with her, craving her, needing her.
By the time she pulled away, he was panting, the kiss and his need consuming him entirely. "Then don't," he muttered. His legs carried him back at her insistence, giving over all the power to her. Anything she wanted, he would give her. That, he knew, would be true from now on.
The backs of his knees eventually hit the sofa and he sank down into it. Needy hands grasped at her, pulling her down into his lap. He simply couldn't bare to be parted from her now, needed her as close as she possibly could be.
And then his lips were on hers again, hungry and full of fire. It was like he needed her more than he needed air, and right now it certainly felt that way.
❝You will not rob me of my birthright.❞
Semi-Independent Arianne Martell of the a Song of Ice and Fire series { Home | ASK | Rules | Verses | Wiki | Group }
i. part of win or die ii. prefers book canon iii. semi selective iv. semi private vi. banner by queenxcersei
‘ Wait… since when do you have a doorbell? ‘
"I rest my case. You don't use my doorbell, I don't use yours."
hershiningknight liked this post for a starter
‘ You know, the doorbell’s there for a reason, what’s the point if you won’t use it at all? ’
"I don't recall you ever using the doorbell at mine."
"No, that’s okay I bet college Jaime has done nothing that would shock college Dany.” she said with a laugh. But college had been a while ago. As had Daario. “And even if you managed to some how be worse than me in college, you were still probably a saint compared to my college boyfriend.” she said. Daario. He was such a classic bad boy, that one every girl had to date to get a better grasp of what they wanted in a partner. She had learned though, and by god had it hurt. Experience is one hell of a teacher. "Maybe the reason your father hasn’t complained to me about college Jaime is because he knows I took a whole year at Tisch school of the arts before I transferred to Harvard and thought maybe I’d be too sympathetic a ear to college Jaime." she joked.
"I bet you would have baby-sat for her whenever she wanted anyways, so if she let that be part of the bargain she’s a sucker." she said, a grin curling her lips as she looked up at him. "But a whole crate of wine probably wound up making it worth her while." she said. Dany rolled her lips in on themselves and now she was picturing him fucking her in this very kitchen. Well that backfired on you didn’t it? "I guess anywhere would be better than a futon." she said. Her fingers brushed along the edge of the countertop. "Kitchen, bathroom, office." she said. And you could definitely fuck me in each and every one of those rooms. She almost sighed wistfully but bit the inside of her cheek to keep it from happening.
Her hand played with her glass as she waited for him to rummage through the cupboards. You wanted it too much. You wanted him to want you. And you let yourself hope. Such a silly girl. She took a sip of her water as if it were an effort to push away the way her heart had fallen. And then he turned back around and she was confused all over again. Does he love me?
Does he love me not?
And then his hands were on her cheeks and she could feel her heart lift off the floor. Does he love me? She could scarcely hear him with the way her heart thundered in her chest. Her hands lifted to his chest as his tongue wet his lips. His tongue wet his lips, doesn’t he know what the fuck that does to me? She wanted his mouth on hers. She wanted to run her tongue over his lips. She wanted to feel his body pressed against hers. Dany twisted the fabric of his shirt in her hands, tightening her hold on him and then his lips were on hers.
It was everything a first kiss was supposed to be.
Soft and sweet, and his hands were so gentle against her cheeks. She had only one complaint that it was far too brief. When he pulled back she sighed happily. “I’ve been wanting you to do that for so long.” she muttered. She stood on her toes and leaned in again, her nose brushed against his. Her hands let go of his shirt and slipped along his body. Her arms went about his neck as her hands fisted in his hair.
Her body pressed in against his. This kiss was not gentle and sweet. This kiss was fire and passion and hunger. Oh of course there was very real affection there, underneath it all. Very real love, but her lips were those of a girl starved. And he was the only thing that would sate her hunger.
Brightened by her confession that she too had been wanting to kiss him for so long, his lips broke into the biggest of grins. The happiness he felt at knowing she liked him too was plain to see with one look at that face. He couldn't quite remember ever feeling like this, even when he had been at his happiest before. It was both refreshing and slightly unnerving all at once to know that she held quite as much power over him.
And we have but kissed once.
But there was anticipation written there too. Anticipation for what this meant for them, for where this would lead. And desire, oh was there desire. That, he was sure, would never falter. It was always there, burning away whenever she was close, and tonight it had bubbled over.
Unsurprisingly, he couldn't regret that he had acted before his brain had caught up. Throwing caution to the wind had been exactly what he needed to kick him out of the misery he had imposed on himself since he had walked out of that door. He had been scared of being hurt again, haing felt the sting of a lost love too any times, the last having been the worst yet, but even now he knew that she wasn't like the others. She wouldn't break him the way they all had.
She was it.
And he had known that for such a long time yet had been unable to admit it.
He did't have time to say anything before her lips were back on is, and to be frank, he forgot so quickly any notion of speaking. There were much better things for his lips to be doing.
Heart thundering in his chest, his hands slipped from her cheeks to circle her waist, tugging her against him. Her kiss burned and the same passion and need was poured into the way his lips moved with hers, the way his fingers dug into the bare skin of her back. The heat of her kiss seemed to radiate through his whole body, stoking the desire until it became utter need.
And oh this felt better than his wildest dreams.
She was warm and soft and perfect in his arms though her lips were hard with the hungry way she kissed him, a beautiful contradiction. And he was quite sure he would never want to do anything but kiss her for the rest of eternity.
p s a ;; well I haven't been on here for ages for reasons but I'm online for a short while just now. basically uni has started for me again and it's super hectic and full on and I don't have the time to eat hot food on weekdays let alone come on tumblr. that means that I'm going to have to take a hiatus from here until I have the time again. I'm putting everything on hold (unless you would rather drop your thing with me) until I get back. sorry to anyone who is waiting on replies but my education and mental well being come first.
She caught the smirk on his lips, of course he had understood what she was saying there, how could he miss it. Jaime was the one man in the entire realm who cared about her pleasure, or her wants. Sometimes she felt like he was the only one who cared about her at all. Dany stood on her toes, and brushed a kiss along that smirk. And then another, she claimed his lips for her own. I wish I could just stay like this with you forever. I wish we never had to part, ever. Her hands slid along his chest as she pulled back from him. “Well it would be a pity if I had to spend part of the day in the woods with Ser Arthur, rather than you.” she teased. “Especially given how I’ve missed you so, and well - if Ser Arthur came along I would actually have to hunt or hawk - I can’t do with him what I plan to do with you.” she murmured. Her nose brushed along the underside of his jaw, if he truly wanted to spend time with his sister she would let him. Daenerys could deny him nothing, but it would hurt if he had chosen Cersei over her. Especially after tonight.
The young princess would give anything to be his wife. To be his in the eyes of gods and man. It was the only thing she wanted, and there was nothing in the life she had now - the life she would have that would change it. It only took one look at her mother’s life to know that being Queen meant little and less in the shadow of love. We should run away together. As mother should have done with Ser Bonifer. We should run away together. She didn’t suggest it out loud, didn’t dare speak it, what if he didn’t agree? Surely he would think it was far too dangerous and tell her no. Oh, but she longed for it. To say she was his and truly be his. They could marry in some small little sept somewhere and she could be his wife and not Aegon’s.
His lips were soft against hers, and Dany simply kissed him. It was all she could do at the moment anyways. She couldn’t change their fate, if she could - she would have done so by now. Her slender fingers reached for his tangling their hands together for a brief moment. “If I could I would be your wife.” she whispered. “I want to be your wife. I want it more than anything.” she whispered. “And no matter what the future holds, I am yours. That is not a lie. My heart is always yours. Always, Jaime.” she promised him. Gods above I would give anything to be free to marry him. Just grant me this, and I need no heaven when I die.
Dany was just as desperate as he was, her lips hungry against his. One hand wound it’s way into his golden hair as she clung to him, whimpering softly against his lips. A plea, though for what she could not say. She wanted him. She always wanted him, but now was worse than ever. She needed him. Needed to show him how she was his. His and only his. A moan slipped past her lips only to be muffled against his before her lips broke from his. They went to his neck next, kissing the tender skin of his neck. Oh, she had learned long ago what that did to him. How sensitive the skin there was. Oh how she loved she could use it to her advantage now.
Read More
“Well I should hope you couldn’t,” he growled, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a light nibble. “That’s only for me. You’re mine.” And he refused to think otherwise. For now she was his. For now it was only he who was ever in her bed. And it was now in which he would live, not this perceived future that he knew hung over them for it barely needed worried of until it was upon them since there was truly nothing they could do about her betrothal to her nephew. So, his lips covered hers, kissing away the sharpness of his nibble and promising of the pleasure that they both knew was to come.
Then marry me, he wanted to say. So much so that it was on the tip of his tongue, ready to spill at the lightest prompting. But he knew that was a phrase he could never say, not with meaning at least. He was tied to his vows until his death and she was a princess and one already betrothed one who would become queen and birth future kings. There was no escaping the reality of their situation, not truly. They could have these stolen nights but no more.
“I know.” The whispered statement was all he would say, his lips opting to show her exactly how much he wanted the same. For them to be able to marry and to live just as they wanted, to not have to hide their love or muffle their moans in each other’s skin. But he could not talk of it for he knew it would never be, and to speak of it would remind him too much of this. And now, now he only wished to focus on her.
That did not mean, however, that his reckless side did not yearn still for more. Perhaps if he had been less needy for her, less focussed on getting her naked and writhing beneath him, then this side of him would have won out. But his need was easily fuelled by her lips on his neck, intoxicating him, slowly undoing him until he couldn’t possibly think of anything but how she felt pressed against him.
Growing in poverty and being sent to the same arena that had killed your older brothers, the last of your family, didn’t leave Daenerys feeling happy about anything. She had remembered thinking that dying might be a relief when she was getting ready to go into the arena. There had been many nights since she wished she had died in there. She hadn’t had a life before the arena, she didn’t have one afterwards.
"You’ve been to district three more than a handful of times haven’t you?" she asked, "Your victory tour, the victory tours of your tributes. You should know by well the population is just naturally cheerful.” she said. Nothing was a bigger lie after all. District three was one of the poorest districts, thanks to the way they had helped in the uprising over half a century ago. The people were poor, and beaten down, nothing like capitols one or two.
"Ah well, sixteen then." she said. She took a sip of her drink and raised an eyebrow. Both just children huh? "Well then it was the victor from district two that killed my older brother," leaving me starving and alone. "So let’s consider it a blood feud anyways. I can talk to sponsors, but I can’t officially close any deals. Are you willing to let her die because you don’t like getting help Lannister?” she asked. “Yes, they’re both children, and frankly maybe she’d be better off dead - but only one child can come out of the arena. That’s the rule. Believe it or not, but people in the capitol like me.” Well, many wealthy men wanted to sleep with her, but whatever the reason was it was easy enough to talk away their money.
"I just wonder what it’s like in other districts." she said, "The ones where you think it’s such an honor you volunteer by the dozens. I’m just curious if training your whole life to slaughter children makes it easier to handle. Judging by the circles under your eyes I’d say not." she said. "Anyways, I’ve talked to Xaro Xhoan Daxos, he is willing to give a nice chunk of money - if you don’t want me to introduce you though." She shrugged her delicate shoulders. "I can’t seal any deals, I can’t force you to work with me. Turning the help down is your choice and yours alone."
“True.” And with that, a mocking smirk curled his lips. “Yet somehow you exceed even them in your cheeriness.” The comment was dry and uncaring for he wanted not to hear her drivel on how her life was so much more difficult than everyone else’s. Perhaps his life had began a little easier, yet both had ended up in nearly the same place – damaged by the games and each year forced to relive the horror of the arena through sending their own tributes in to die. But somehow she was better than he because apparently only she was able to feel guilt over those she had to kill to survive. In truth, little girl, you’re no different from me: we both killed so our hearts were still beating at the end of it.
It was to his tribute that his emerald gaze shifted as she continued to babble about...well whatever it was she seemed to think he needs know which he was certain he need not. And although he wanted nothing more than to ensure that child came out alive, he so wanted not to have to bow to her help; she would be awful about it, of that he was sure. Besides, there was more than enough victors of district one to ensure the survival of the girl and his sister, for one, had grown rather adept at coaxing money from sponsors (though Jaime was quite sure that he didn’t want to know how).
Could he truly afford to let his pride get in the way this time?
“You wonder what it’s like yet you dismiss and judge before truly seeking an answer.” A brow raised, though his eyes remained fixed on the girl in the arena, carefully mulling over his options though his face was devoid of such thoughtfulness. His jaw tightened a little, but other than that, he showed no sign of being bothered by her words. He’d heard them all before and knew there was little point in trying to prove he was anything other than that which people like her deemed him to be.
A huff of air before he turned back to her, emeralds hard. I don’t want to have to take your help but I can’t let that girl die either. “Fine. Introduce me.”
"We should have." She agreed, "doesn’t matter now we aren’t taking holidays without one another ever again." I can’t do it again, I missed you too much. She had missed Jaime on every vacation her family had taken, for as long as she could remember but it was so much worse now. She needed him now. And no amount if distractions kept her mind off of him to make that need any less. Dany needed him now as it were, her hips pressing into his, she needed to feel him inside of her. “All of them then. All of them and then some, I’m sure we can figure out more to do as we go.” She muttered. “Against the wall, I’ve always wanted you to fuck me against the wall.” she whispered, arching her neck as her hips pressed into his. “Think you can let me out of bed for that?” she whispered. “Don’t let me out of bed the rest of the summer. Honestly I don’t think they’ll notice I’m gone at home.” Or they shouldn’t. One dinner or two a week should keep her mom happy enough. And Jaime could even come over for the dinner. It’s not like they hadn’t practically lived with each other before this anyways. We were always attached at the hip.
"Oh is that so? So are you saying that staring adoringly into my face would be too much for you or…" she teased before wiggling her hips as his hand caressed her bottom, moaning softly. His fingers are so close. Just a little slip. She was too excited, she needed him too badly, she didn’t know how she could get away with teasing him. It had taken every ounce of will power not to reach her hand into his pants while they were at the tree. “You can bite if you want to, just promise it won’t be too hard.” she muttered. “
She let out a little squeak as he tossed her onto the bed. Her heart didn’t even have a chance to settle from her moment of weightlessness before his lips were on hers. She moaned against his lips kissing him back just as needy, hungry, and desperate as he was. She broke her lips from his only so their shirts could hit the floor, and she groaned as the expanse of his chest came into view. "I missed you so fucking much." she groaned against his lips, pushing herself onto her elbows her lips devoured his skin. Kissing his neck and his collar bone before her lips hit his again. She leaned back against his mattress her hands already working to free him from his pants.
They could take their time next time.
“No, we’re not,” he agreed easily. Neither of them could do that again, it had been far too much. They had just proven how thoroughly they couldn’t be apart from each other. Well, let’s hope she gets her transfer so you don’t have to be without her again. And being without her all this time certainly meant that they had a lot of making up for lost time to do. So gladly, he would keep her in bed all summer; gladly would he keep her in bed for the rest of their lives. “Against the wall?” A low groan was followed by his hips pushing desperately into hers. “Gladly,” he whispered huskily before his lips dropped to nibble at her throat. “I’ll gladly fuck you wherever you want me to.” It was hardly a chore now was it...
“I’ll have plenty of time to stare adoringly into your face when you’re in my bed.” He teased right back before giving her bottom a soft smack. “This, however, I might not be able to stare it this again for several hours.” Her moans were not helping his need any, however, so it very well might have been better to have just let her walk. At least he would have been less worked up by the time he had flung her onto the bed. “I thought biting was your thing,” he teased, “you know, because you can’t keep quiet.” Not that he minded at all, in fact, quite the opposite. Both the marks she left on him and the fact that she got so lost in him that she couldn’t keep from expressing her pleasure definitely made him needier for her.
“And I missed you so fucking much.” His reply too was a groan but he could not help the smirk that joined it. The fact that she was swearing told him all he needed to know about how desperate she was for him, about how she had missed him just as much as he had missed her. Their shirts were on the floor before he could truly comprehend and he used the moment where she leaned onto her elbows to slip his hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. Though, her lips against his skin, against his neck in particular, were making it infinitely hard to concentrate on anything but groaning in delight. Their first time making love in a month should probably have been slow and loving, a true reconnection after so long apart, yet he knew this would be anything but. Both of them were too frantic for this to be slow. Yet I cannot bring myself to care.
They were a mess of hands and limbs as he tore her bra from her and both tried to rid the other of their pants. No, there is certainly no room for waiting here.
hershiningknight
"You know what I’ve always wondered." Dany started as she brushed a hand along the lance.
There was to be a tourney held in honor of her birthday. People from the kingdoms were coming far and wide, all save for her brother and his wife. Too risky to travel while she was pregnant they had said.
For half a heart beat she almost offered to to give him her favor. He wouldn’t want it though. She told herself almost as quickly as the idea popped into her head. “What is it that makes a good jouster? Is it strength or being a good rider?”
It had been a bit...easier of late to be in her presence. There was less hatred and malaise in his mind whenever she pushed her presence upon him yet things were still far from okay. It was simply easier to tolerate her, to talk to her, but he knew still that he could never truly care for her. His sister would only ever be the one to have his heart.
But at least perhaps they could be friends?
She had proven her ability with battle tactics after that incident with the band of outlaws and since then, they had done little but talk of things related to battle. Today, apparently, since a tourney was to begin tomorrow for her name day, it was the turn of playing at battle. Yet, he was only too happy to oblige her.
"It's both," he offered, glancing up from the breastplate he was polishing in honour of the occasion. The golden Lion has to look golden after all, and quite frankly, he trusted not his new squire to do this well. "One must carry enough ability as a rider to allow almost no thought spared for control of the beast. But, without strength, one could not even hope to hold the lance, never mind place it where it need be."
He stood from his seat, placing the hunk of metal on the ground before he strolled towards her. "The lance may be far lighten than it looks, yet it still carries a hefty weight. Try and lift it."
Dany could remember a time when she would watch Jaime with pride in the training yard, or she would lie in bed with him and listen to his heart beat, and she would thought she couldn’t possibly love him any more than she did. Whenever she watched him with Jeyne, she fell more in love with him. She watched him hold her, kiss her, play with her, talk to her, watched how his face lit up when their daughter wanted him, or when he made her laugh, and she loved him more. “That is true, you can hold the both of us at once. Though Jeyne has already gotten so much bigger than when she was born.” Dany turned and pressed her lips to his palm, kissing it softly. “Nor would I leave you. Not for anything.”
"I suppose that is simply what having a child does. You love them so much you can’t imagine your life without them. It was the same when I fell in love with you, you know. One day I couldn’t imagine my life without you, and I couldn’t remember anything before you, and I knew there would never be anything after. Perhaps that is just what happens when you love something as much as we love each other, or we love her." she said simply. "It changes your life."
Dany smiled as his lips brushed her forehead. “Lioness?” she teased. “That’s daddy’s very subtle way of saying I am his.” she told Jeyne. “Because for most of mommy’s life she was a dragon, and a princess. Then the princess fell in love with the most handsome knight in the seven kingdoms, and he stole her away from her palace, and he made her his Lady Lannister. I think your father like me even better as a lioness, then he did when I was a dragon.”
She laughed lightly tucking her head to his shoulder. “And you think I don’t know how pretty I am?” she asked. “Most beautiful woman in the world, do you think you were the only one saying it?” she teased. “Men from all over the kingdoms would beg for my favor at tourneys, and then beg again to dance with me at feasts. We’ve been away from court for a year and it’s like he’s forgotten how he hated all those other men.” she joked as her fingers brushed her daughters golden hair. “I only ever gave you my favor though, and after feasts it was always you in my bed. It was always only you that I cared about calling me beautiful.” she brushed a kiss to his jaw, and then one to the top of her daughter’s head. “And they say the mother can be as fierce as the warrior to protect her children.” And Dany already knew it was true. “You will always be safe with us darling.”
“I have big arms,” he commented with a soft smile. “She can continue to grow as quickly as she has been and there will still be space enough for both of you.” If there was space enough in his heart for more than just the love he bore his wife, then there was certainly room in his arms too. Within his embrace, he could keep them safe, shield them from the worst of the world and keep them in his love. And there was nothing in this world more important than that, nothing more important than the little family they had managed to create. “I know you wouldn’t.” Oh and did he know. They had fought so hard to get here and overcome so much just so they could be together. It would be impossible for either of them to turn their backs on that.
“I suppose it is,” he agreed. Emerald gaze flickered between his wife and his daughter both, heart swelling with love for them both. Both had changed his life so dramatically and so drastically in only the best of ways, so he supposed it was only natural that he never wanted to contemplate life without them. They were his light, his life, his everything and he could never survive without that. “It does change your life. In the very best of ways.”
Jaime smiled at her teasing, in the easy manner in which they could speak with each other. In times like this it was so easy to forget that they were on the run, that any moment could spell danger for them. Jaime could be naught but glad of the distraction. “Well, you are my lioness. You promised that as we stood in that little sept in Braavos.” Perhaps there had been no golden lion upon her bride cloak, but both were doubtless imagining that the white scrap of fabric was truly golden decorated crimson. “And, that, my daughter, is probably the first and only time you’ll hear that story.” With that, he pressed yet another kiss to their daughter’s head only to be greeted by a delighted gurgle. So precious, little one.
His lips covered hers to silence her on her trip down memory lane. He wanted not to think of all those men who tried to have her because she was his and she had been for such a long time. It mattered not that he knew she was his and that he knew she craved no others’ attention but his, he still hated those men for trying. Yet, truly he could not blame them; she was the most beautiful woman in the world. “I don’t quite think hate is a strong enough word,” he reminded her when he pulled away. A soft kiss brushed against her lips for good measure before he settled back against the bed.
