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Escape to the Woods

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"You wanted privacy." Ed shot back, gathering up more firewood. He already had plenty, but he didn't want to be making this trek out into the forest at three in the morning when Oberyn ultimately complained that he was cold. "Can't get more private than the middle of fucking nowhere, Oberyn."

The hand upon his back did, however, bring a smile to his face. For all his complaining, he was looking forward to spending this time with his partner. "Oh, damn right you will." He smirked over at Oberyn. "Is that why you offered to help? To watch me pick up sticks?" He shook his head, amused. "Funny idea of help, that."

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Diplomatic Intimacy

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Edward couldn’t help but watch the sweep of that finger over Oberyn’s lip, despite knowing that was probably entirely what the other man had intended with the movement. He licked his own lips, meeting the prince’s gaze unashamedly. “I do not believe in sin.” He murmured, idly tracing one finger around the rim of his wine goblet. “My only god is the sea, and the sea does not care who shares your bed.”

He smiled easily. “I have to say, if half the rumours are true about you then consider me rather impressed. I can admire a man who takes what he desires without care for how other people see him. I know there are rumours about me, too. I hear them. Let them talk, I say. They all come crawling to me begging for my ships eventually.”

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All In The Connection

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"I do appreciate skill, I cannot deny it." Edward grinned, shifting slightly for better comfort as Oberyn sprawled atop him. "And with everyone raving about said Dornish prince, I just had to have a taste myself…" He pressed a kiss to the prince's forehead, breathing in the scent of him for a moment. "It just so happened that it was a certain Martell whose name I carried on my skin. That might have given me a little bit of a nudge in your direction, at least."

He stretched out one arm, the flickering glow of the candlelight illuminating the name etched upon his skin. He draped it across the smooth, flat planes of Oberyn's back, his hand stroking lightly down his spine. "Though, I am sure you and I would have found our way to each other eventually."

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An Eye For An Eye

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The anger had long ago burned out - oh there was rage left behind of course, a rage that would continue without fuel for years to come, but it was the kind of bitter fury that would simmer in the background until another opportunity arose for it to burn whole cities to the ground. Dimly he was aware of shouts all around him, of the echoes of the bloody battle that had waged above starting to thin out now that it was over. 

But it all meant nothing to him. Not now that he had found the sole reason he had set the torch to King’s Landing, the reason he had pulled together the army that could claim a victory like no other in their lifetime. The man looked a shell of his former self, filthy and haggard and defeated, but it was still him. He stepped up to the bars, keys jangling in his hand as he unlocked the cage door. The sound of the bolt being drawn back was like cannon fire in the otherwise silence of the dungeon. 

He knelt, taking care to draw the man’s hand between his own in as gentle and familiar a touch as he could manage. It was a softness not normally characteristic of his nature, but it was one that was needed. “If you say they’ll write songs about me for this, I’ll leave you here, you bastard.”

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🔥 : flirt with my muse. (from Oberyn ;D)

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“You know, a man hears many things about you, Prince Oberyn.” Edward watched the other man over the rim of his goblet, enjoying the way the firelight flickered over the exposed ‘v’ of skin on display where the prince’s robes hung open. “Now, whilst I am certainly not one to hold much stock in rumour and gossip, I cannot help but be a little curious, naturally, as to how much truth lies amongst them. After all, such rumours often carry a grain of truth, else they would be dismissed before they even began.”

Taking a sip of the Dornish wine - which he considered rather a polite act on his part, given his usual tastes were for something far different - he let his words settle between them before he spoke again. He set the goblet down slowly, and then carefully lifted his gaze to meet Oberyn’s once more. There was a shift in his expression, however, a slight alteration to his body language. All deliberate, of course. Providing Oberyn wasn’t a fool, he should recognise an open invitation when it was presented to him. “So tell me, Prince… are you as sinful as the whispers would have it believed?”

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🔥 / help my muse get firewood and build a fire . (Oberyn)

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“Whose bloody idea was this?” Edward barked, his breath misting in the air in front of him as he picked his way carefully through the trees. Movement and the sound of twigs snapping nearby signalled the presence of his companion, and he turned just in time to glare at Oberyn in the light of the torch he carried. “Let’s get away, he said. Some time alone, he said.”

He kicked at the leaf litter on the ground at his feet, shifting the growing stack of firewood in his arms as he bent to retrieve another fallen branch. “Build me a fire, Edward.” He went on, adding a slight accent to his voice in a fairly decent mimic of the Dornish. “Warm my bed, Edward.” Still grumbling, he turned away from Oberyn, rolling his eyes. “I’ll bloody warm your bed, Martell.”

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“If I knew sex could be this amazing, I would have searched the name a long time ago.” (Oberyn ;D )

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There was no denying the snort of laughter that erupted from Ed’s chest as he sat up, reaching for the glass of wine on the bedside table. He took a mouthful, swirling it around before swallowing, and managed not to grimace too much as he did so. Wine wasn’t particularly his thing, but it was at least the Dornish kind, which had a marginally better taste than most. “How do you know that’s the connection, and not just my skill?” He shot back with a smirk.

Turning back to Oberyn, he let his eyes skim down the long, lithe form in the bed beside him, appreciating every line of his body whilst it was so blatantly on display to him. “There’s a reason they line up at my door, Martell, and my ships have nothing to do with it.” Idly, he reached over with one hand to trace the name gracing the underside of Oberyn’s wrist, fingertips following the lines of the letters that spelled out Edward Thatch.