#elsaschrader

[allyriadayne]

“You once said to me that men like us can never be loved. But she loves me. She told me.”

[allyriadayne]

"The next family meeting, I'll make sure you're there." 

 "If I were family. But I'm not."

 "That could change."

[allyriadayne]

We have claws for a reason

happy birthday, marie!!

[paristexaz]

happy birthday mel!!! hope it's a great one

thaank you so much hun x

[roslintullyn-blog]

elsaschrader said: omfg this is the one. i mean, heart shaped food is one thing. but PIZZA

ikr??? and not just any pizza, is a true italian pizza straight from florence, italy *hearts in my eyes*

[allyriadayne]

fic: for hours

AO3

Jon is sleeping in his cradle, looking as peaceful as the red sands outside the windows. He is not a noisy baby, he doesn't cry or screams for attention every time she's not there; he is the best baby a mother could ask and Ashara is grateful. So much like his father, she thinks amused.

She recalls Allyria crying at every hour if you didn't feed her immediately, driving her mother to exhaustion more often than not. She also recalls Arthur slipping in the nursery and watching Allyria with attention, she would tease him and ask if he was counting to see if she had all her toes and fingers in order (Arthur would only roll her eyes at her and call her an idiot). 

He would laugh now, she mused. There was a certain newness about babies that make you look at them for hours, Ashara never understood the appeal of them but now she finds herself looking for every mole or touching the smooth line of his back. Jon is a quiet baby, he likes to being touched by his mother.

The sun is nearly up, no one is rushing anywhere or making any noise. Starfall's halls shine white with the sun but now they cast shadows as she pass them, touching them with the tip of her fingers as she were a child. Allyria's door is half open and her faint snores fill the room.

Ashara does this almost every morning before dawn, checking Jon and Allyria before going to sleep again; there's always a fear they won't be there when she wakes up, life has killed the two persons she loved the most ans she won't risk anyone else. Ned is last, as always. Their room is a bit far from the nursery but it was her parent's and she wants to grasp the last ghost of them.

The first thing she sees is his back, dark and bulky and bare because Ned hasn't really got used to Dorne's heat, not after expending all his life in the cold north. It's all better for her, she likes to touch him and drag her nails down his arm and see the little goosebumps appearing with that look in his eyes that made her toes curl so deliciously.

She tiptoes to the bed and sheds her slippers quietly while she crawls under the covers. Ned is impossible warm next to her, she closes her eyes.