🔙 // push my muse against a wall .
AGGRESSION // SEXUAL TENSION . ; 🔙 // push my muse against a wall . ; alordnamedsnow
HE HID HIS EMOTIONS POORLY, she thinks. and yet, jon snow is a mystery man to her and as a priestess who claims to know it all, it puzzle her. of course he was angry with her arriving when he had forbid her to come back. his body presses hers against a wall, out of rage, out of lust, she can’t exactly pickpoint his emotion. but the priestess shows a defying stare, amber eyes look back at him with a challenge.
as she keeps her body close and face leans over to his, neck exposed, daring, tempting, much like herself. “you truly know nothing, jon snow.” and her hands finds a spot on his jaw, fingers tracing the line there under the scruffy beard and melisandre whispers against his mouth. “or perhaps you do. you just don’t dare to act on those instincts of yours.”