#giltpearl

[wolfsouled-a-blog]

Robb Stark in “Uni AU” -- - Character sheet 1/?

Planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.

[fantasticauror-blog]

❛   i wouldn’t recommend such a thing, my queen. these woods are unsafe, and far too exposed. we’d be better off finding a better location to spend the night, i do believe there is a tavern nearby a couple of hours’ ride from here. at least the four walls of an inn will provide a more adequate shelter.  ❜

@giltpearl   ･ﾟ✶——   sc.

[fantasticauror-blog]

the queen calls for you, they inform him, and as the obedient servant this lord is, he obliges. naught but practical matters crosses his mind, for he’d never dream of indulging in thoughts beyond such line. perhaps she’d received a raven from the north, and sought his council. perhaps it was another region entirely that should capture they concern now  –––  at any rate, the last thing he expected was what was to ensue once he crossed that threshold. 

solemnly he stands, always a bit taller in the presence of the queen. he isn’t hesitant to step further in, never having been one for much ceremony when matters of state were at stake ; always effective in fulfilling his job. the absence of other people in the room does not strike him as terribly odd, there were few that could be trusted within the red keep, it was not uncommon for her to choose disclosing matters only to his ears. again, he could never have known the true reason for such circumstances. 

her choice of words is a bit odd, earning a subtle frown upon his brow. nevertheless, he provides her with a nod of encouragement  ;  do go on.  the touch of porcelain fingers to his neck is what catches him absolutely off guard, and yet he doesn’t move, but keeps his gaze upon the queen.  heart races against its cage, very much on its own accord   –––  the reason he’d never thought of the monarch as a woman. she’d left him no choice but to let his mind wander to that dangerous place where desire resided, his eyes lingering upon her lips as she talked of needing him, the sentiment only echoing within his own self. 

he does not dare to move before she does, but oh how sweet it is when the softness of her lips brushes against his own. inebriated by her, he lets his hands do what they long and – against better judgement – wrap around her waist and pull her ever closer. had she not pulled away, the quiet voice of reason may never have been heard by him ; and it barely was, as he remains so close that his lips brushed against her own when he spoke. reason’s last, weak attempt to speak.   ❛   this may be unwise, your majesty.   ❜

@giltpearl    continued from ( x ) 

[wolfsouled-a-blog]

@giltpearl

                                                 ❛     'ave  you  been  payin’  attention,  Myrcella?  If  we  march  on  the  keep  -- -  that  includes  ye’r  family.     ❜

[cerynitiis]

giltpearl replied to your photoset: * OOC.  i know i forgot munday again but my robe...

YOU LOOK WONDERFUL <3

THANK U u scandinavian princess

[fantasticauror-blog]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— are you trying to sext me?

(   text to  :  MYRCELLA   )    no, i’m genuinely asking you what you’re going to be wearing tonight. (   text to  :  MYRCELLA   )    i’m sure you would know if i was sexting you. 

TEXT MESSAGES MEME    ･ﾟ✶——    accepting.