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[viseryslost]

@kinginthcsouth​     /     MODERN VERSE.

vis had spotted the extremely attractive man from across the sleazy club, and was waiting for a gap in his entourage - or bodyguards? - to be able to slip in and offer himself. his father was well known, a serial killer, and vis had to try his best to blend in when it was right in order to survive; and stand out when it suited him. the things he had to do to survive were second nature now, and he wouldn’t know how to live any other way. 

an opening, finally. 

vis took his chance and slipped through the men that surrounded the dark-haired stranger. “hey baby, you look like the type of guy to want a pretty boy to have in their company. what’s say we come to a little arrangement? your entourage can even have in if they want. best part is the only payment i require is drink and a roof over my head for the night; drugs are a bonus if you got ‘em though.” he smirked at the attractive stranger before capturing his lower lip between his teeth. 

everything he was saying, doing, it was second nature since his foster home; the only way he knew how to survive and the only way his foster father had provided a roof over his head. their and in use until he ran, with nothing to his name but the money from selling the last of his possessions. that went on the drug habit his foster father had left him with.

“at least entertain me for a few moments, baby. my name’s vis. tell me your wildest fantasies. i’ll see what i can make come true.” 

[rcsegildedarchive]

@kinginthcsouth​ (from here)

It was happening again.

Things he didn’t wish to remember, things he thought he was already over kept plaguing his much-needed rest …

Sitting on the edge of the bed in the middle of the night, he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize his wife was also awake until he felt her hand in his raven locks.

“My darling girl, did I wake you up ? Come on, go back to sleep …” He smiled tiredly, not wanting her to be alarmed.

His hair was near as long as her own--though not so blessed with her own natural curl and softness--and damp near his temples. She says nothing of it, not wanting to spook him even further. There was a definite wall between them now that he knew she was awake. It was always there, save for when he slept and she could see his face without pretense. 

“I do not sleep so soundly in these tents as I did in my own chambers,” Margaery murmurs. “If you did not wake me, some other noise would have don so.” She withdrew her hand, though only long to reach for a brush near her side of the bed. “My handmaidens used to brush my hair every evening before bed. It was soothing. May I?

[coerulus]

@kinginthcsouth​

The sounds of merriment grew fainter as Brienne hurried away from the feast, men’s laughter and shouting drifting by on the breeze. It was not so intolerable here, away from the hot press of bodies and everyone celebrating. She was ill at ease in such situations at the best of times, but tonight she couldn’t bear to pretend to be happy any longer. She’d done her duty, standing in silence at the wedding ceremony, supporting her king. Now she wanted nothing more than to retire to her pavilion, strip off her finery, and crawl into bed. The drinking was like to continue til morning, but no one would notice that she was missing. 

Despite her best efforts tears had begun to spill down her face before she could reach the safety of her pavilion. There was no one here, at least. They were all feasting. She’d never allow herself to cry in front of the men here. Brienne sniffed and blinked hard, lengthening her stride. She tried to regain her composure, but there was no stopping her tears now. Her sobs were quiet, at least. She had a hand to her mouth to muffle the sound further, just in case someone else was out here among the empty tents. Every time she wanted to stop thinking of Renly he resurfaced in her mind and she got the feeling that her stomach and chest were full of lead. 

[agirlingrey]

NEW RULE.  From this day forth, that old Thanks Obama! meme is no longer valid. I propose that we all start using Thanks Renly! And we should also tag @kinginthcsouth EVERY SINGLE TIME we do so. Who’s with me?

[mxnofhonour]

Behind The Scenes II Jaime and Renly

@kinginthcsouth

Jaime sat behind the wheel of his car in the parking lot, a firm scowl on his face as he glowered towards the studio. He'd worked on the show for five years now and the role had gained him recognition all over Westeros. With several prestigious awards for his acting under his belt, he knew he had found his niche in the world of crime drama.

That was, until, the casting list for the new season was announced. Jaime's character, Alex, would be given a new investigative partner, someone Alex had known since theyd trained and was good friends with. And that role was to be played by the one man in the world Jaime could safely say he despised.

He had known Renly, a well-respected stage actor, for close to ten years now, ever since his twin sister had married Renly's older brother Robert. Jaime and Renly had never seen eye to eye, Renly always seeming far too up himself for Jaime's tastes. The man also had a tendency to mock Jaime's sister, something which, despite the tumultuous relationship between the siblings, in turn insulted Jaime too. Things had turned physical only one time, after Renly accused Jaime and Cersei of having intimate relations. Jaime walked away from the fight victorious and left Renly with a bruised jaw. Renly never made that accusation again.

The divorce four years ago had widened that rift and Jaime knew for certain he would happily do prison time for that pompous arsehole. But Jaime had his career to focus on without Renly's interference.

Until now.

Jaime had almost quit the show when he had read the name. However, the wage packet of two million gold dragons per episode kept him there. He would suffer Renly.

Today was the first table read and Jaime found his seat beside the actress who played his wife. And of course, Renly was allocated the seat beside him. No one outside of Jaime, Renly and Cersei knew the extent of their hatred, however. Thank the Gods Jaime was an excellent actor and apparently Renly had some talent too. They were able to laugh, to joke, to work together without any of their dislike boiling to the surface.

That night, however, as Jaime sat outside on his deck watching the sun set over Lannisport, he found himself dialling Renly's number.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He hissed the moment the man answered.

[awolfhashishonor]

@kinginthcsouth continued from X

The alliance with King Renly had been rocky but it had been working, it was times like this though that Robb almost missed being the only King around. 

“I wasn’t watching your back.” Robb tried not to roll his eyes, “Perhaps your Rainbow guard should have been.” The whole notion of a kingsguard, in Robb’s mind, was a southern fancy, and some how Renly managed to make the whole notion worse. 

“You’re of no use to me dead.” Robb said wiping the blood from his sword. Annoyed at the whole event. From the fact that someone had gotten this close to them who was supposed to be watching? To Renly’s jab, when a man saved another’s life he ought to be regretful.

[fightsbck]

‘i’m not like them.’ ( soft angst starter meme, for gendry )

‘    why ?   just ‘cause ye’ haven’t killed me yet ?    ’

it’s strange   -    how many times ‘ave the thought crosses his head?    a family.   that’s all anybody could ‘ver really wanted when you’re an orphan at flea bottom.   a place t’ come back home to,   someone fer’ ye’ to call “ma” and “da” and know that ye’ could trust ‘em.   trust and love,   maybe,   if they were kind ‘nough.   gendry had never even asked for much,   even.   never asked for more than just a cot,   most night.   

but he’d    -    he’d wanted that too,   sometimes.    wanted a smithy all t’ himself,    then a wife,   maybe.   few children he could love,   and he’s strong.   everyone says so.    he’s strong so he could protect ‘em.    but no.

he’s got his name like a target,   like a calling t’ be killed,   ‘cause o’ the very thing that he thought was safe.    ‘cause o’ his blood.    cause o’ his so-called “family”.    the baratheons ‘ave not only tried to murder him,   no,   but they’ve burnt away all hopes he’d ever pinned on a silly little dream that he fancied every time he tried to ruck himself to sleep.

just a few fancy words aren’t enough t’ convince him,   though the image staring back is startling.   he’d seen stannis,   yeah,   that old sod,   but he was grey around the temple,   and whatever’s left o’ his matte black hair had thinned ‘round his skull.    aside from his blue,  bright eyes and forlorn looks,    there wasn’t much t’ him that gendry thought had been similar t’ his own looks.   renly,   though.

was that why the lady knight had called him that when she first saw him ?   fuck.

‘    if ye’re worried i’m here t’ threaten yer’ throne or whatnot,    don’t bother.    don’t need that old,  creaky chair.   i can build one be’er.     ’

   from an old meme.

[cvrsedrose]

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐍 folllowed you !

      ❝ are you alright , my lord ? something looks to be troubling you . ❞ for the first time in ages , there’s genuine concern in her voice . hand going up to rest on his arm .  ❝ is all well with my sister ? ❞