randoms unedited snippets #1 fandom: asoiaf / game of thrones fic: no masters or kings
Everyone has desires, be they painted on our faces like rouge or concealed underneath multifaceted lies. Most commonly desired was wealth, fame, and respect. It was human nature to crave more than what was presented to you at birth; starved men hungered for greater things than scraps of bread, only a feast would grant them satisfaction.
She knew that men could feast for days and still swallow their desires whole. There would never be enough to fill the emptiness that gnawed on them as a dog would to a bone.
She shifted her head, watching crimson silk flutter in the wind, her fingers clamped tight around metal that threatened to draw blood. She sighed heavily and tried to relax, golden fabric shifting from her shoulders and exposing brown skin that glowed in gentle candlelight.
In truth, it was all too easy these days to see what people wanted, be it from their lives or from her. Most were simpleminded in their wants, they either wanted to kill someone, fuck someone or have undisputed power over someone else. It all became dull after so long, so very predictable.
