“oh , wait . i just realised i don’t care .”
𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄, she beguiles the world all in her intrepid wonder ; all are hostage to a lioness’ claws , pinned beneath the jade of those eyes — the crest of her crown . WHAT A PRICE SHE MUST HAVE PAID FOR DRESS LIKE BATTLE ARMOR , SCALED IN THE RINGLETS OF HER WRATH : kinbled red , dragonsmoke black , valeryian steel silver . are those her colors now ? has she been drenched , dyed the affects of this world ?
kraken grins with all his teeth , a pointed , serrated beak from which he had spoke : laughter gurgles from chest , a rotten thing like the broken inside of a fallen log . creaking , but moist , wet in the breath of the sound .
❝ oh , my queen , ❞ smiling blue eye crooks alike his teeth , a glittering thing : it seems almost happy , charming to behold , BUT WHAT FOOL WOULD SEE SUCH SUCH EYE AND THINK IT DOTING ? happy , yes — but hateful , for what coiled strike lies there as he eyes his queen , HIS QUEEN , and reaches to take goblet from her fingers to his own . ❝ i would never be so bold . ❞
care ? for him ? for when did lioness dare care for what lay beneath the water’s edge ?
( YET SHE SHOULD . GNASHING TEETH LINED ALONG A RAZOR MAW , FAR TOO MANY LIMBS TO COUNT ; SO MUCH LARGER , SO LITTLE TO SHOW FOR THE SURFACE . HOW DROWNED WOULD DRAG HER DEEP INTO THE DEPTHS , WITH BUT A GASP FOR AIR . )
❝ ... you’d be surprised , you know . ❞ murmured ‘twixt plum lips , as he raises stolen drink to taste . it goes down all the same ; to decay further in frothing lungs . ❝ the silence is better a listener than most . ❞
game of thrones / a golden crown , @cirsei .









