𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 .ᐟ
@mccndriven, continuing our thread.
when he had become a knight, felyx had vowed to protect the people that needed it. who was he protecting, when he was thrust upon the battlefield ? he had watched horses be cut down mid-leap, men he had once known be slaughtered like cattle. the memories would never leave him and, sometimes, he wondered whether he truly wanted them gone at all. who was he without those blotches on his existence, the darkness that followed alongside him like a shadow ? when he awoke each morning, for a half - second before he remembered the past, there was a lightness … and then he was plunged back into the depths of recollection, the shit and the dirt and the blood that he had never been able to wipe clean. it was so unjust, that he had returned and so many good men had fallen. none had been afforded proper burials. none had the chance to say goodbye to their loved ones.
he craved her warmth like a stray reminded of touch for the first time in years. they curled effortlessly together without him thinking, two pieces of a puzzle interlocked. felyx sighed gently, realising his breath had calmed and slowed to a less frantic pace. most nights, when he was afflicted with the dark flickers of his past, he was enthralled by terror for hours. with kate the spiral had ceased, he had been freed from the stretch of pain.
he felt like a stunned animal, ensnared. the sensation in his chest was unlike anything he had ever known, and felyx’s heart thrummed gently behind the cage of his ribs. kate would have been able to hear it, the gentle drumming ; he wondered if she thought it was the aftermath of his dreams, or something more. when the lord spoke again, his voice was gravelly and deep. “dreams can be awful things. i have been caught for so long, so many years … and to know that you see horrors in your sleep too … ” it was beyond imagination, the idea that kate suffered even a fraction of what felyx did. it ached his heart. she deserved kindness, to be protected and coddled like a young bird within a nest — he hoped that lannisport could provide such a thing, a sanctuary to aid in healing her woes.
as they held each other, it was as though felyx was sinking into kate. it was not a dangerous sink, not like his boots slipping deeper and deeper into the mud, but it was slow … it was gentle. it was the gradual descent into sleep, the way a mind breaks away to dream. in that moment, it was as though they had known each other all along, as though the gods had pre - destined them to cross paths and meet. a sensation was blooming in his chest that was not fear, that was not pain — it replaced the images and memories flitting through his mind and enveloped him in something softer. “take me away … ” still his voice was broken, but felyx was beginning to surface, “take me somewhere good.”
to the garden. to a shared bed. to a place where they could exist together without fear, without threat, without danger. to a place where only pleasure and desire lurked, somewhere felyx had not visited for a long time — he could not remember when his last trip had been. for a moment the lord just watched her, lips parted, eyes alight, and then his hands started to roam. he lifted her hips as though they were nothing, settled her more comfortably and intentionally upon his lap, running his coarse fingertips — hands that had held the hilt of many a weapon, that had taken the lives of bad men — over awaiting curves. “you are beautiful,” he whispered, and for a moment the word just hang there ; it held so much, it said everything. “you are so beautiful.”
his head tilted. his lips parted. he kissed her, and allowed a soft and deep groan to fall from his lips. never before had he felt those desires towards anyone, not simply an innate need for relief but instead something deeper. with tenderness he pushed away the rest of her fabric, looked upon kate’s bare figure in the moonlight. “take me away,” he spoke again, “bring me somewhere good.”
