#hatesthefire

[cavetigrim]

"Some shit said you'd make a fine coat. They died for that"

@hatesthefire

The beast rolled lazily onto his back, regarding the human who shared his scars with an appraising air. 

“In these lands, orange and black make poor camouflage. They deserved to die for their folly.”   

[zcldrizes-a]

» hound.

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"Now that I’m pledged to you, you can ask me to kill whoever you want dead. I’ll make it happen. Just don’t treat me like a cunt and we’ll be okay."

A CRINGE WAS ENOUGH TO STAIN SURVEYING FEATURES, amethyst hues raking over the scarred physique before her. As much as she hated that word, she knew there was no changing his language, if nothing more. “And the Lannisters? If they are the top of my list?”

[heroicintention-a]

@hatesthefire continued from here

A smirk crossed the noble woman’s lips and she shook her head. “I suppose that is one way to put it, yes. Though I wish it could be killed, whatever’s out there. I’m quite tired of all of the pointless mess going on.”

[cruelxlittleshxt-blog]

@hatesthefire

“Spotting you in the looking glass for a moment made me think I had suddenly turned hideous. Alas, it was only you stepping into view like an unsightly sore.”

[ahellofalady-archive-blog]

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She hadn’t been in King’s Landing long. Her father,  Lord Draco of House Ferren, had recently died there.  Which was a primary reason she had left Fayette Hall.  Seiran wanted to conclude for herself if it had been natural death. Especially since it seemed he had  spoken ill of the new King Joffrey within days of his ascension to the throne.

[Her bastard brother had informed her, after her arrival, that he had criticized the decision of executing Lord Stark when he would have been willing to wear the Black].

Thus, barely Lady of her House, Seiran had made the journey to King’s Landing. She’d been socializing,and making nice with as many lords and ladies as possible. Which had turned out to be far more exhausting then she had expected. She had taken a goblet of wine and stepped away from the main mass of people at the banquet.

And found herself in company of the youngest son of the house, who had been standing menacingly in a corner. Seiran had mistaken him for a suit of armor until she glanced again, and then craned her neck to look up.

“You are...tall.” She declared, which while he may have been, she was short. Seiran turned, looking for a window sill to set her goblet on before she curtsied.

“Ah, I think I’ve seen you about since I arrived, and obviously your reputation precedes you. But what would you be called by? Name? Nick name? I heard somewhere you object to titles.”

[lotsofprincesses]

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“Why must you always be so unsympathetic to everything and everyone? Do you think I want this?”

[cerseilionesslannister]

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         Her wedding gown has long been off her body, ready for the dressmaker to sew in final alterations and replaced  by the simple crimson silk she wore to the  fitting,  yet Cersei still glides into her chamber as if her well-curved figure is  clad in the regal, almost ostentatious ballgown,  leaving the door open  be- hind  her  for Sandor to follow.  “The sleeves appear to hang from  the  bodice, anchored by a gilded thread, and their lace trails the ground nearly as long as the train of the skirt,” she says with a glimmering grin upon her lips.  “No sigils upon the gown itself, but I’ve had the jeweler craft me a necklace and brooch with  the  Lannister  lion upon them, crusted in rubies. Would you  like  to  see them?”  And  no,  Sandor  probably  doesn’t.   Yet who else does she have to speak to in the capitol?  Surely not her ladies-in-waiting, who would surely be thrilled in her company though she could not say the same; certainly  not  her twin, whom she avoids discussing her impending marriage with entirely.  That leaves her guard, her faithful Hound -- and he’ll see her jewels whether he likes or not.

[agirlofwinterfell]

"Come to kill me?"

“Would you like it if I had?” She stares up at him before shaking her head. “You’re off my list.. remember?” The Hound, in Winterfell, when Arya is thought dead? Of course he would assume her spirit had come to kill him. If only to tease Sansa and have her tell her off, Arya might have jested it.... then again.. “Although if you ask nicely, I mayhaps will.”