#oc: erith

[wysterea]

Bloody! And they’re all still screaming in your head, and their lips dead, calling you- Bloody! And they’re calling you- Bloody. Bloody.

I haven't done a piece of Erith in a hot minute and sometimes a piece of music just strikes you!

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Why do I always feel like someone's watching me?

[001herald]

10 photos taken moments before disaster

[attanos]

First Line Meme

Tagged by: @queennymeria & @chuckhansen ages ago for a wip thing also 💞

Tagging: @clanlasombra @ulisaypo @fillianore @corasharper @yennefre if y’all want!

(i haven’t written anything in forever so have these very old things i completely forgot about)

1.

Angel doesn’t bother to bite back her smirk at House’s annoyed huff, just stretches out the long line of her body, makes sure to really dig the dirty heels of her boots into the cushions of his favourite velvet couch.

“I’m glad to see you haven’t changed in our time apart. You remain as uncivilised as ever.” 

“Careful, baby. You keep talking dirty to me like that and I’m gonna forget all about our business and skip right to the fun stuff.” 

If the computer projection could have rolled its eyes, it would have. 

“I believe you and I have very different definitions of ‘fun stuff’.”

“I dunno,” Angel drawls, and stretches her arms across the back of the couch, thin shirt pulling tight over her tits, “think my idea of fun stuff is pretty universal.”

2.

Messon regarded her arm with a disturbing amount of interest. "Tell me, how did this beautiful piece of machinery come to belong to you."

"A parting gift from an old friend, Chancellor."

He let out a low grumble of laughter, "they severed your arm at the elbow and you still call them a friend?"

Vel considered Messon's overly pleased smile and weighed her words carefully. She did not need this man to have too vested an interest in her during her stay. "They severed it just below my shoulder, actually. There was nothing to be recovered so they took the whole arm and gave me this instead. The circuitry feeds directly into my spine." She paused and offered a bland smile. "I call them a friend because they gave me such a wonderful gift. I look forward to returning the favour."

Messon's laughter was full of pure delight. "I am beginning to understand why our beloved Supreme Leader favours you so. You are a force to be reckoned with."

"Chancellor." Vel said, dipping into an imitation of a bow.

"I think you'll fit in quite well around here, Commander." He raised an elegant hand, gesturing lazily, and a man Vel had somehow failed to notice earlier slunk forth from the shadows. 

He was unremarkable in nearly every regard. A carbon copy of every other soldier that roamed the station. His sandy brown hair was cut tight to follow regs. His uniform was crisp and entirely black, except for the small, red parallel lines that graced the left side of his chest, marking his rank. 

The man started straight ahead, seemingly looking at nothing, but every line of his body radiated tension. As though he was only ever a split second away from pulling his service weapon from its place at his hip. 

"Lieutenant Raeth will help you settle in and answer any enquiries you may have. This station and I are at your service, Commander Ren." 

[buggy-d-hoe]

Oh God, Gracy creates another one

Erith

The earliest memory Erith can recall is the day she was presented to Milah as her handmaid. Growing up at Casterly Rock and eventually King's Landing, Erith has always felt out of place in House Lannister. However, this all changes when a stranger reveals the truth of her lineage, opening the path she was destined to walk the minute she was born. Thus begins an intricate game of betrayal and forbidden love as retribution is cast upon one of the Great Houses of Westeros.

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aftermath of babysitting a feral raccoon

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