#intcrwoven

[honorandarms-blog]

@intcrwoven

Robin wasn’t due home for another hour. She wasn’t sure how she was going to wait that long. Under any other circumstance, she’d take the edge off with a nice glass of red wine. But, well, she couldn’t really do that now. She’d taken four pregnancy tests, as well as got a blood test from the hospital. She had to be 100% sure. They hadn’t even been sure the cure would work. Neither one of them wanted to get their hopes up too high, just in case. While Regina loved Henry dearly, and she’d adopted Roland, there was just something about carrying her own child - their own child. So, they were going to take things one step at a time. That was roughly three months ago. Apparently, they hadn’t needed much time at all.

Since wine was out of the question, she decided to take a long, hot bath. WIth bubbles. Hopefully it would help relax and calm her nerves. About forty-five minutes later she was dressed in her robe, with a scantily clad piece underneath. She had a feeling there would be some celebrating tonight. Lounging around in her robe wasn’t something that was uncommon, so she knew Robin wouldn’t think anything of it. 

Then she hears the front door open. She can feel her heart hammering in her chest, and she descends the stairs to greet him. Her arms wind around his middle, as she pulls him in for a deep kiss, humming against his lips. God, it’s so hard to not just blurt it out. But, it would ruin the element of surprise, despite how giddy she felt. They were going to have a baby. Their own baby. She could hardly wait for him to figure it out. “Come here. I have something I need you to see.” She takes his hand, pulling him into the kitchen. It’s dimly lit, with the exception of the oven light being on. Inside is a plate, with a small roll inside. Bun in the oven. She wanted him to guess. She’d actually seen a video of it online, and thought it was adorable. She hoped he’d get it.

“What do you see here?”

[horrorempathya]

who  are  you  to  judge? (  only  you  to  trust.  )

>  showing off rp partners tbh  \  @intcrwoven.  \  accepting.

[mindthemuse]

@intcrwoven

Garrus: I can vouch for this.

“... I believe you can only confirm from 2185 and on, Vakarian.” 

[synodicdeicide-a-blog]

——— @intcrwoven // REMUS;

        THE CRISP FALL AIR HITS TONKS’ SKIN.   It smells of fallen leaves and yellowed grass,    of death.    She pulls the front door closed behind her as she steps out behind Remus.   ❝   I’m not sure why they expect us to find out  ANYTHING,   especially with such a low profile location.   ❞   It’s a bit frustrating,   actually,   how useless everything they’re doing feels right now.    There’s more they can all be doing———   she’s sure of it———   but no one knows where to start.     NOT WITH SOMETHING LIKE THIS.     ❝  Do they really think we’re just going to stumble upon a nest of  Deatheaters ??    Seems unlikely,   if you ask me.   ❞     Though she’s not really sure what they’re other options are right now.    She has to keep reminding herself that every little bit helps.   Even if it’s just ruling things out. 

[motherlytm-a]

@intcrwoven liked ( for remus )

          ❛ how far is she ? ❜  she questions him out of the blue.  she hasn’t heard a thing about the two of them expecting, but she’s a mother of seven.  she’s pretty certain she can tell by now.  and tonks looked as though she was positively glowing.

[infinitexechoes]

the beginning of the end //

    ➥ @intcrwoven !! JORAH MORMONT &&  ♛:: DAENERYS TARGARYEN

          SHE COULD HEAR THEM JUST OUTSIDE the tent she shared with Khal Drogo. They were yet scheming --- planning, despite feigned concerned --- and she knew it would not be long before the BATON OF POWER CHANGED HANDS. The Dothraki only follow the strong; one of the many lessons drilled into her head by the man she had come to call her closest companion. He was a father figure in some ways while a best friend in many others. Despite the age gap, he had proven himself to be one of the few, if not the only one she could trust.

          Were Viserys still alive this day, he would probably call her a fool. Ser Jorah was born and bred in the West, working under the very men who wished them dead at one time. Even now, Dany had to wonder if those same people hunted her still. All had been quiet since the wine incident near Vaes Dothrak while a very pregnant khaleesi had thought no more of it until now. At the time, nothing seemed to matter except welcoming her son into this world. She felt safe alongside all those who followed Khal Drogo, but even the mighty Khal Drogo was no match for an infection. One scratch was all it took to make Khal Drogo slump his shoulders. The pride of the most savage Dothraki hoard in all the Grasslands had fallen from his horse putting to motion a chain of events that had Daenerys pinching her skin raw.

          This was not good, and by nightfall, she would likely be at the mercy of men. How many times had her Khal defended her from the dothrakhqoyi? How many times had she and her soft heart put a strain upon the Khal and his most trusted men? Qotho had made it known openly that he had little patience for the white haired bitch. At one time, all of Qotho's raving would have been seen as just talk. It would no longer be such once she revealed the body slowly decaying in her tent.

          Her panicked thoughts would soon cease as heavy footsteps approached from behind. Rakharo stood just inside the tent alongside Ser Jorah. Both men looked about, surveying the scene and while neither uttered a word, she could tell they too understood the situation.

                                   "  Rakharo, tikh yer---  "

                                   "  Anha tiholat fin tat.  "

          She watched as the only one of Drogo's bloodriders who did not hate her, slipped away to speak with Irri. In the meantime, she turned her attention to Jorah, who had not yet spoken but ever rarely did unless permission was granted.

          "  Ser Jorah...  " There's a pause as bile stings the back of her throat, but she pushes it back down. She had to be strong and while the idea of having murdered her husband was not sitting well in her stomach, none of that mattered right now. Not the dirt and blood smeared upon pale legs or the grind in her cheeks. All that mattered was testing that hunch she had and hopefully convincing the others to stand by her. Without them, she would have NOTHING and would be right back where she and Viserys began.

          "  I had to kill him.  "

[mindthemuse]

‘ i’m not angry with you, just disappointed. ’ (From Hannibal.)

* soft family things

Without a single word, she simply stares at him, picks up the Checker's milkshake and take a long and noisy sip from the straw.

"'Kay."

[lastxdragon]

“ this job is going to kill me. ”

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

“You were the one who volunteered to take a team into the Red Keep, Daario,” Daenerys chuckled as she lay at his side, careful not to disturb his bandages. While the Red Keep and King’s Landing were being cleared of wildfire caches and Lannister loyalists, he was healing and resting in her private tent.