#prettyversed

[asongoftasandfire]

@prettyversed replied to your post “Just out here casually butchering goats”

"M'lord, please--"

“Just out here connecting with nature... hunting... lots of blood...”

[bigdealeightseven-a]

@prettyversed || Continued from [x]

If there was one thing that Finn wanted in this world, it was to make sure that Pia was happy. He never wanted to give her a reason to be unhappy, and never wanted her to be unhappy with him. Ever since they first met he was able to tell that she wasn’t truly happy, and he didn’t want her life to continue to lack happiness. Seeing her happy made him happy more than anything. There was no amount of dragons in the world that could bring that happiness.

A grin formed upon his lips and he nodded gently to her question. “Yes it is,” He reaffirmed. He could see that playfulness in her eyes, and he knew he started something that he would be glad to finish. Her playfulness would soon be mirrored within his violet eyes. His grin widened at her suggestion, which made him look her over slowly before answering.

“I think that would be an excellent idea.”

[ragsandrocks-blog]

@prettyversed from here [x]

     She was a shy thing, Falia thought to herself. And she didn’t look fine. As he had when the Ironborn had sacked the Shield Islands, Euron had allowed his men to take what they wanted in terms of spoils, and apparently one of them had found the other girl worth bringing on board. But she was no highborn lady receiving a dose of deserved humility. And unlike Falia, she did not seem to have elected to be here, though Falia couldn’t help but beam at being addressed as a lady.

      Keeping her hands busy, she toyed with the beaten gold chain about her neck. It was only then that she noticed the girl didn’t cover her mouth for shyness but because her teeth were broken. “Did my--Euron’s men do that to you?”

[cloakruined]

@prettyversed from X

His good hand wrapped, gently, around the wrist she had guarding her face and tugged at it to pull it away from her mouth. Jaime had seen worse sights then this, then her, and he would not flinch away from her teeth ever. He’d get a maester to see to her, doubtful she could be totally healed but maybe something to help with pain, truly he didn’t know but he was willing to try.

“If anyone raises a hand to you again, come to me. Not any of the other guards. Just me.” 

There was enough suffering in this war and if he could help just one person maybe that would set something in his soul right. 

[bigdealeightseven-a]

Pia and Finn are fuckin freaks XD

[bigdealeightseven-a]

@prettyversed​ || Continued from [x]

Lord Solo had been reading a raven that had come from him earlier that morning, then grew bored of it. It wasn’t anything pressing and didn’t fully require his attention at the moment so he put the letter aside and turned to Pia, who had been sitting nearby. A grin played on his lips for a short while before got and went over to her. He moved to stand behind her and he brought his hands to her shoulders, rubbing them softly as he looked down at her. It had been a few hours since the last time he had touched her, and he didn’t want to think that he had gotten bored of her so he thought he would go and pay her a little attention.

He was gentle as he took a handful of her hair, but there was very little force when he tugged on her hair, playful yet sensual gesture. He grinned when she spoke to him. “Mm, I always want something.” He replied, playful mischief in his tone. With Pia around, Finn had a companion that he could talk to and do much more with. When he wanted conversation, she was there; when he wanted his cock sucked or a welcoming cunt to fill, she was there. Pia satisfied him when needed, and he enjoyed satisfying her.

“But the question is...” His purple eyes looked into hers once she looked up into his eyes. “Do you want something?” He asked. He brought a hand against the side of her neck, giving it a soft caress before ghosting it downward into the neckline of her dress, palming one of her breasts and giving it a squeeze.

[asongoftasandfire]

@prettyversed

"Hey baby... happy mother's day. I got you somethin'." Gregor slid back into bed. It was something they needed anyway, but the most impressive part was the fact that he had assembled the crib from the ikea box it came in without having an attack of rage and smashing it.

[russetwolf]

@prettyversed  ||  continued from here

A real proper king. Pia could remember the last time she’d seen a king, when she was but a girl and the great tourney at Harrenhal had taken place. But she’d never caught his attention, nor any of the many grand men and knights who fought that day.

As she had gotten older, she’d captured the attention of so many men, though. She hadn’t minded it so much, had let them have their way with her. Had laughed at their jokes and given them compliments as well. That had all changed after the Mountain had finished with her.

Wide eyes looked up at the man, the king, and she wondered what he saw. She wasn’t pretty anymore, she was disgusting, pitiful, with her nose still swollen, her lips split, her teeth broken. A hand covered her mouth before she dared to speak.

               “I-it… it’s nothin’, m’lord. Got taught a lesson is all.”

Robb thought he felt his own heart breaking a little in sympathy for that girl as her hand came up, obviously trying to hide herself from his gaze. A part of him wanted to give her that, to not make her feel any more put on the spot or even more uncomfortable and to simply retreat. But to another part of him that didn’t feel right.

There were so many horrors they had found here in Harrenhal, so many sights that had left him speechless. So a girl that had obviously been badly beaten shouldn’t affect him any more than all the dead littering the ground did. And yet -

Whoever had done this to her, whatever the reason, Robb hoped they’d rot in the deepest of the seven hells for this. And he found himself slowly raising his hand to not spook her and attempt to guide hers away from her face again, ready to withdraw it should she flinch back.

“No lesson should look like this.”