#rigamortes

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@rigamortes​   i believe i have behaved most monstrously, as of late. / accepting

𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭, a sadness in her gaze. she never liked hearing him speak of himself in such terms as MONSTER or MUTANT or otherwise seemingly internalizing the jeers and taunts of ignorant townsfolk. it was difficult not to, she knew that from experience. the blonde tucks her hair behind her ear and reaches out to place a gentle hand on his bicep, peering up at him with a gentle smiling rising to rest upon her lips. geralt had been nothing less than a loyal friend to her for many years, nothing he could say or do would have her regarding him as any less than honorable. 

“oh geralt, don’t be silly. you aren’t what people say you are, rest assured. and nothing you could say or do would make me think otherwise.”

[starfrckled-a]

@rigamortes​  sent  :  [  comfort  ] , for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day

𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼 𝙸𝚂 𝚄𝙽𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳.  and the same goes for the quiet  (   but steady   )  tone he used in announcing he wasn't going to leave.  yet,  despite how much Tywin thinks about gritting his teeth out and sending him away,  the words don't come out of his throat.  he has been silent for quite some time now,  the only sound coming from him being the wine pouring into his glass as he refills it  ——  again,  for what he believes to be the third time.  he usually makes a point of not going further than three glasses,  to keep his head level,  but tonight the wind brings back familiar voices,  along with the sound of the waves,  down the cliffs of Casterly Rock.  long gone ones,  but still deeply beloved.  it has been years now,  decades,  yet the day of Joanna's death never fails to leave a sour taste in his mouth.  and while Kevan has not mentioned it,  not even once,  since coming into the room,  it still hangs between them,  suspended,  thickening the air.  if Tywin were a different person,  if he didn't keep his heart well hidden behind his ribcage,  even when it comes to his own blood,  perhaps they would have talked about it,  walked the path of reminiscence..  be it as it is,  well,  the matter lays untouched.  and yet,  Tywin allowed him to stay longer than usual,  well into the night,  to the point it is now truly closer to morning than anything else,  silently grateful.

«  I am not going to slip and break my skull open,  you can go back to your own room.  »    his voice doesn’t falter,  even now,  ringing in the air in the usual harsh way.  what he means,  however,  is that at least one of them should get some sleep tonight.

[rhaelluna-a]

❛ I KNOW YOU have heard stories of the day you were born , my dragon . ❜ The Queen sighed , eyes quickly turning from his own ; perhaps to shield his heart or her own integrity . That much has been lost , her son’s innocence being long gone , perhaps during the tragedy . ❛ Never from me , I know . There were some good . . . and a lot of bad associated with that night . ❜ Eyes raising to the ceiling for a brief instance , before eyelids cover her sight , leaving her to relieve the horror and hearing the screams as if in the with them . ❛ We have lost everything , yet . . . I have gained the greatest gift of my life , ❜ as she had done countless times before , Rhaella had put on a brave face for her curious son , hands extending to grasp his own , ❛ you , my love . That is all that matters . You . ❜ Leaning down , the mother pressed multiple adoring kissed to Rhaegar’s calloused hands . 

@rigamortes​ / starter for rhaegar !

[peripatetc]

“Got a light?” Words were loud against the songs of croaking toads and jittering insects in the humid swamps. It’d give anyone a good FRIGHT if they had not noticed the man hunched over on a stump beforehand. Blending in perfectly covered in mud and blood and the veil of darkness. He looked as though he’d been to HELL and BACK. Giles shook a little box in hand--- what used to rattled now sloshed about inside. Waste of a good dime too. But the cigarette that hung loosely between his lips stayed dry enough for a few puffs. Or so the hunter hoped. “Goddamn matches soaked an’ ruined.”       @rigamortes​ ft. arthur !!

[aclashofmuses-a]

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours! ( always accepting !! ) II @rigamortes

hi!  these are just a few off the top of my head, but if you’re interested in any other combinations, feel free to shoot them at me too!

arianne: oberyn catelyn: ned, brandon daario: jorah sansa: sandor, ned, jon ygritte: jon

[hystericals]

@rigamortes​ asked ❛  chaos followed in your wake.  ❜ / accepting

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨. the minds of men are fickle, her mother had always told her this, and she had no idea just how fickle until a few days ago. generally speaking WITCHCRAFT or the associations of it were not permitted within the seven kingdoms, but ophelia was hungry and tired and wanted a place to lie if only for a few hours. she had innocently offered a bit of fortune telling, a harmless practice, but now two men lay dead in their graves and she was on her way to who knows where with a man in service to the king. 

“men are fickle-minded, my mother always said so. now i know it is true.”

[hystericals]

@rigamortes​ asked SPOTS TO KISS + # / accepting /  17. a kiss on the underside of the jaw.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, just lulled Ophelia on the cusp of sleep. Her legs and toes stretch beneath the furs and quilts that covered the two. The blonde sucks in a slow, deep breath as her eyes slowly flutter open, attempting to blink the remnants of sleep from her eyes. The early morning light is just starting to crest on the horizon, bathing the room in a sleepy haze. The world outside is starting to come to life as well, life in the North does not stop for a bit of snow and cold. The young woman gaze up to the warmth she is curled up against, Jon Snow. 

She presses her nose against the juncture of his shoulder and neck, just above his collarbone gently before leaning upwards to press a soft kiss against the bone on the underside of his jaw. Ophelia watches him a moment, waiting for his eyes to open. She knows eventually a knock will disturb this moment of peace, she knows that she should let Jon sleep as much as he can, sleep is not something he often gets as of late, but she is a selfish creature who wants nothing more than a few moment alone, wrapped in one another’s embrace.