#moltemcnti

[scndor]

@moltemcnti​ gets a random starter just bc ily

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖. a little too broad, really, but if you squint you might mistake him for it. half commanding a presence of fear and protection and half taking comfort in her company. the stiff-postured standing he is used to; the pleasure in doing so - he is not. at a glance he is just doing his job as queensguard. look too long and you’ll realize   (   in how he stands a little too close. in how tentatively his eyes follow her. like an unholy sort of devotion   )   it’s a little more.

a little more, you’d think  —  but a lot more you’d realize when the door shuts and their company dwindles to two. his posture doesn’t relax entirely here. sandor still carries with him a hesitance, long learned. hesitance, but little doubt. he saunters over to her desk a few seconds after the last of her council leaves. leans a hip against the sturdy wood frame of her desk only a few inches from where she sits. he finishes off the wine he still held in his flagon before placing it down on a clean spot on the desk with a little too much force. always he has had a clumsy heaviness about him. the wine doesn’t help either. he continues to sit in silence, basking in it a little as he thinks she might be too. some of her days were exhausting and he pitied her for it. his job feels a bit easier those days. 

in a physical exhale, sandor’s body relaxes even more. he looks down at sansa, face well-lit by candelight. gods, did it do her justice. all day staring at the back of her head or her profile and sandor realizes how he has missed seeing the rest of her. to even miss a part of her feels silly with how seldom they part. but more and more he becomes accustomed to these kinds of thoughts. and more and more these feelings grow on him, grow in him. rooted like a tree and now it’s lifting out of the dirt. the air smells so sweet.

a hand raises to brush back copper hair. lands on her cheek with a minimal measure of hesitance. the corners of his lips turn up in a slight smile.

❝  thought they’d never leave.  ❞  

[alyafae-a]

[ @moltemcnti​ :   ? &. clint ]

“ watch your left! ”    but he already shoots the arrow, not even caring to wait until the other has the chance to react.    “ this is fun, isn’t it? ”    truthfully, his definition of fun has always been rather ... special. a few more arrows are shot before he catches a break, turning to look at his partner.    “ we should do this more often. ”

[storiedtrickster]

@moltemcnti​ asked:  ❛  i’m crazy for you.  ❜ / from sylvie ---- but you can absolutely ignore since we've never plotted or anything! just wanted to send you some love.

Four words. Four simple words.

Words that have greens fixated on the other heavily, staring as though she had spoken of his own DEATH. The truth that spilled from Sylvie’s lips was just as dangerous as any weapon that could be held to a throat. It’s sharp, bruising to the very flutter of Loki’s heart. Was it so hard to think that possibly she held the same adoration for him as he did for her? The games played in Loki’s life were always telling, never once playing fair for his side in the hopes that someone might care for him in the same. Young men and women that he had shared soft kisses with that laughed over him in the same breath.

Sylvie never once seemed to be the kind that would PLAY with a heart. Or did she?

“You’re speaking nonsense, aren’t you? You’re just playing games when you won’t focus on the real threat we’re facing.”

[likenineyearsold]

@moltemcnti​ sent 13 for spotify wrapped for yelena

paradise by george ezra

“I know you’ve heard it from those other boys.” Kate started, taking a step toward Yelena. “But this time it’s real, it’s something that I feel.”

[likenineyearsold]

@moltemcnti​ for yelena

The door slammed and Kate had to do everything in her power to not kill Clint. He’d essentially walked in, dropped off the other woman, and then left. “He’s not the best with, you know, manners.” The only thing Kate knew about Yelena was that her name was Yelena. “Umm, do you want some coffee? Or tea? Wait...” Kate checked the cabinets quickly to confirm she still had the random tea sampler her mother had gotten for her. “Yeah, tea? Or...umm I think we have some soda or water.”