#decortico

[withthedog]

@decortico

Jeyne was sore in places she didn’t know could get sore. The sheets of Ramsay’s bed stuck to her, clinging to the thin film of sweat and gods know what else that covered her body. She felt frozen in place as her husband lay next to her, seemly unfettered- even relaxed- after the events of the marital bed. 

It had only been a few days since her wedding, but she had gotten used to quietly slipping out of the bed to sleep on the floor. She didn’t have to be told to, she wanted to be away from him, as much as she could be, being his wife, and she didn’t want her quiet sobbing to shake the bed and wake him. 

Today she was emboldened, and instead she rolled over to look at him. He wasn’t looking at her, but his cold, ice blue eyes still frightened her. She scooted closer to him on the bed, and, shaking in fear, but still wanting to try, she slid one arm over his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. She couldn’t help but tremble, fearing what he would do or say.

[ofbladcs-blog]

“ i’ll always have your back. ”

FIVE WORD STARTERS.

  THE THOUGHT WAS ONE HE SHOULD HAVE TAKEN COMFORT IN. he wanted to take comfort in it, really & truly – he wanted to trust his brother’s word & his intentions … but it was difficult for domeric to find trustin his heart for any.still, the thought was a PLEASANT one. the idea that ramsay might have some sliver of loyalty in his veins.

                 “ — & I’ll have yours, brother. “

[winterhelledarchive]

decortico ❤ starter

“ You’re not that one who... ” A nervous gulp and the baker’s boy rubbed sweaty palms against grimy trousers. “ Who took over Winterhell, are you? ”

[ofbladcs-blog]

@decortico || CONT.

The anger at his brother’s words were apparent if just for a split second, he’d gotten quite practiced in hiding his emotions.    “…I apologize,” He says behind clenched teeth.    “I only just got a little     worked up.”

           “ worked up?”

he repeats the phrase slowly, pale eyes resting on the other. his cool tone had split into something   stronger,     angrier only moments before ... after taking a moment to collect himself, he spoke again.

    “ do you understand that there are consequences for the things you do? messes that we have to clean up. things we have to make it look like you didn’t do so that no one    CALLS FOR YOUR HEAD. “

[starkmatriarch]

@decortico

What a pretty SLASH that opened his pale skin up, not deep enough muscle underneath. The only thing that had been broken open was the skin that he pressed together with slippery fingers covered in blood. It dripped off his fingers and down his sides.           Drip.             Drip.                Drip. He would need help with this. The man that had slashed him open had died a more violent way, but Ramsay would admit he had gotten a good strike in. If not taken care of properly, he’d die. He’d live in spite of the man.    “My Lady,” His voice not as loud as it would have been if not for the lose of blood.      “I need help.”

Catelyn glanced at the wound and knew that she should give aid, for while the wound may not be fatal in the depth of it’s blow, the cut was enough that he would bleed a great amount which would lead to a greater risk of infection. He might die from this if it remains unseen, Catelyn thought. Life was so delicate, and a single slash could end the bastard’s life in a slow manner that would see his last moments filled with pain. 

Yet, she did not move. Though she did not know him by sight, she had heard the name called, the name the man had spoken, the man now lay slain beside him. A name which had called Catelyn through the woods and the undergrowth. 

“So, many might say, did the man who now lies dead beside you”

[thuglifemickm-archive]

In the Ghetto (Closed) for Decortico

Mickey was always careful on the streets. He’d lived on Wallace his whole fucking life and he had gotten jumped more times than he could count. That night for some reason he felt more anxious than usual. Cold wind sent chills across him and he clasped his butterfly knife into his hand. Luckily, he wasn’t carrying anything valuable but it didn’t stop his heart from speeding as he saw the shadow of a figure appear across from him. He clutched the knife closer, ready to slash at a moment’s notice.