Joffrey: Why are we laying in the courtyard?
Tommen: You tripped and hit your head during training. You were unconscious. I laid down here next to you so Mother would think we were just chilling.

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Joffrey: Why are we laying in the courtyard?
Tommen: You tripped and hit your head during training. You were unconscious. I laid down here next to you so Mother would think we were just chilling.
*sips wine* i'm watchin' u
surprising, i thought you only had eyes for your brother.
u re hot
ohOHO | @chosenviolence
“i know. i’m so fucking hot, your grace. want a taste?”
“Move me, like you’ve nothing left to prove and nothing to lose.”
SENTENCE MEME ⟶ HOZIER / WASTELAND, BABY! || @chosenviolence
Jaime did not need to be told twice what to do as he stared into those eyes, a mirror of his, filled with green fire. It was always fire with her. Move me, she had ordered him and so he intended to do. He had nothing to lose, absolutely nothing, whenever he was with her. There was naught in this world that mattered to him but her. It was always her. His sister. His lover.
He clawed at her gown, one he had never seen on her before that night, pulling her closer to him pressing their bodies together as it had been so many times before. Jaime had waited for too bloody long, to the point where he had almost believed she had forgotten about him. It had filled him with jealousy and rage, and ache most of all. His good hand ran all over her curves as the knight dipped his face on the crook of her neck, claiming her flesh with yearning kisses. Her words were like a sweet song echoing in the back of his mind. He called her name as a whisper that brushed against her skin, his breathing was more elaborate than he had imagined it would as he spoke.
*pets his face*
*leans into her hand*
If Brightroar were to stand up on her hind legs, she would be of a height with him. Should she choose to do so, they could press their foreheads together and look into each other’s eyes. She grows much faster than Tommen, and yet she still prefers to lounge in his lap rather than lie somewhere on her own.
( Truth be spoken, little prince indulges his companion, plays devoted servant to her whims )
❝ Mother, when will Brightroar get a mane ? ❞
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@chosenviolence: i'm cuter
debatable, your grace.
let me hug you !
I don’t know if this is for me or Tomm, but we’re both happy to be hugged !