“ what is CUNLILFUNGUS && why do some call it THE LORDS KISS? ” the auburn haired girl inquires, not a trace of IRONY on her tongue. “ no one has told me, yet! ”
"I could show you, if you'd like. I promise I'm quite good."
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“ what is CUNLILFUNGUS && why do some call it THE LORDS KISS? ” the auburn haired girl inquires, not a trace of IRONY on her tongue. “ no one has told me, yet! ”
"I could show you, if you'd like. I promise I'm quite good."
She melts into his grip letting herself folly into a girlish smile, “My king,” she breaths his name, “my Theon.” He had been at sea for what felt like years, her bed was cold without him, her days long and dull; oh yes she had missed him.
“With all my heart, never leave me for so long again.”
She gives him a warmer welcome than he had expected. Their bickering-- whether playful or serious-- had been at the forefront of his mind whenever he thought of her while at sea. It was...pleasing to see her react as she did. Few, if any, had seemed to love him as Lana now did. It felt good to be wanted for more than just his body. Not that he was going to admit to that.
“Your Theon?” It proves impossible for him to keep his amusement to himself, a low chuckle escaping past his lips. “And here I thought it was you who belonged to me.” his hands slide up, resting just above her belly. He took a moment to breathe in her scent, pulling her just a little closerto him.
“How do you propose to lure me back quicker?”
S T A R T E R C A L L
It's been way way waaaaay too long since I've been here. Lots of reasons, not least of which was just not wanting to write anymore for a while. BUT I MISS THEON, AND I MISS HIS INTERACTIONS. So here's a small random starter call to get shit going.
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A pair of strong arms wrap around the small frame of the Queen, his own taller frame leaning on her from behind. His lips brush against the shell of her ear, the side of his head pressed against the back of Lana's as he whispers in a tone that is far too smug for one who just stumbled in after spending months away from his lady wife.
“Did you miss me?”
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The news of Bran’s run in with some wildlings in the woods had spread fast throughout Winterfell, and Jorjayna had been surprised to find that a tension lay between Theon and Robb after their rescue mission had succeeded. She had tried to ask Robb what happened, but had merely been told that Theon had been stupid, apparently. She had thought no more about it, until she had found Theon in the training yard with his bow and arrow later that day.
“Theon,” she called softly as she approached him. “I heard about what happened today. I wanted to say thank you for helping my brothers,” she said with a soft smile.
Robb had already clearly decided that Theon was overreacting-- it had merely been the truth, hadn't it? His foolish actions must have earned him the treatment he got. Something the Greyjoy felt the people of Winterfell seemed to be agreeing on. He kept to himself after that, preferring to avoid the judgmental stares and whispers he was sure would be thrown his way. Again.
Try as he might, he couldn't help but scoff, glancing back over his shoulder. Her presence seemed to tense his posture (Hands curling tightly around bow and arrow while shoulders shifted and rose as if threatened and ready to fight.) yet his expression softened and replied ina matching tone.
“It was nothing.” you're welcome.
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Even if our threads get dropped, the relationship built between our muses doesn't go away
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* gives you a s w e e t smile *
whatever this is, whatever she wants, he knows it can’t be good. It never is.
". . .My lady?"
And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be kind.
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“You'll always be my brother, won't you?”
Gloved hands tugged at the edges of his cloak, pulling the garment tighter around himself. His breath misted the air, making Theon feel like the cold took away each and every word he spoke. He could not bring himself to look at Robb, seated beside the newly crowned King in the North. They were not meant for war, he decided. A thought that the Greyjoy would never admit to out loud. No, if asked, he was all for this. . .
“All I'm saying is-- I would hate for things to change between us.”
" Please, don't make a FOOL of yourself at this feast, I beg of you." ;; memeless ask because ily
Ohye of little faith.
She worried too much about these things, always fearing that Theon wouldmess things up one way or the other. Part of him felt insulted, andanother part felt amused. He had better sense than to make a fool outof himself at a feast as important as this. Even with wine flowingand men boasting about things normally considered too crude to bediscussed at the table-- he knew who and what he was and what wasexpected of him. She should know that. Yet here she was,worrying (no doubt because his behavior would reflect on her as muchas it did him) that he would be the man she knew in private.
“Doyou think so lowly of me, my lady?”
This thirsty bitch...
once upon a time —— i thought i could be someone. someone brave. someone { pure } . —- now i’m all grown up — & all i am is tainted. b l o o d s t a i n e d .
( i wish i could go back. )
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i. Winterfell. At Winterfell it was Theon who helped her from her litter. She recalled his face, how handsome she thought he was, not so much as Robb, who had helped her sister; but still fair enough that she wanted to kiss him. She got her wish, after her feet swept against the ground the ward was on his knees and kissing the back of her hand, she would always remember the feel of his lips against her skin; even if he WHISPERED ugly behind her back.
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