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[wildwolfxstrangledwolf]

Harrenhall (Brandon and Helena)

Brandon was laying on his cot, his armor and shield put away his swordbelt hanging off his armor stand and a knife within arms reach should he need it. He was exhausted and sore, he’d been jousting for the better part of five days and had been unhorsed by the prince. He could hear the cheering as Rhaegar unhorsed The Sword of the Morning and Ser Barristan Selmy, claiming the victor’s crown. Of course the prince would crown his Dornish wife Queen of Love and Beauty and the tourney would be over.

That’s when He heard the cheering pause. Not a good sign. ‘What in seven hells is going on?’ He wondered to himself as he pulled his shirt back on and grabbed his swordbelt. He reached the jousting grounds in time to see a mystery knight standing over two armored but helmetless men. They’d removed their helm, which had the crowd in an uproar once again, but all Brandon could see was their back. Then she turned around, it was the lady Helena of house Baratheon.

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[princessbaratheon]

“I'm good as gone.”

       ”Don’t talk like that, Aunt Helena.” And she stands on her tiptoes, her small hands gripping onto the sides of her aunt’s dress. “You’re not as good as gone! You’re…You’re as good as here.” Shireen takes a step back, eyes focusing on a small creak in the floor as she mumbles, “Please don’t leave me.” And, no, that never actually helps, but that doesn’t mean she will stop hoping. 

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"closet"

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7. A needy/hungry kiss. 

Ellaria knew the girl from history class. She was quiet, but Ellaria couldn't stop herself from glancing over to her. She didn't expect her to be at the party, any party for that matter. She didn't even know she was there until she drew her name. She slipped into the closet and waited as margaery called out whose name Ellaria had drawn.

She had heard rumors about Helena and...girls. She wasn't sure if they were true or not but she couldn't deny the churning in her stomach when she locked eyes with the other girl in the hall. Panic set in as the seconds ticked past. What if the rumors were true? What if they weren't true? Which did Ellaria want more? She didn't even know. She had only kissed girls at parties and bars to get attention. 

She heard the closet door open and turned to look, spotting eyes from the party in on the closet as Helena walked in. Ellaria bit her lip looking back at the other girl. She wished she could think of something to say but nothing her lips wanted to do had to do with speaking. Instead she leaned forward and kissed the girl tentatively. 

When she didn't pull away Ellaria leaned back. She looked at her for a moment before leaning forward again. She hit the light switch with one hand, holding her cheek with the other and kissed her again. She didn't hold back this time letting out what she had been feeling each time she looked at the girl in that kiss. 

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Ellaria held the woman's fingers lightly between hers as she brought her closer, "There is no need to be cold." She told her softly with a small play of a smile on her lips. She brought her free hand up, her fingertips lightly touching the other woman's lip. For an instantly her finger moved past her lips to touch the tip of her teeth before pulling her hand back. 

She smiled for only an instant before leaning forward and pressing her lips to hers. Ellaria was gentle, but she never kissed lightly. What was the point of kissing if you could barely feel it? Her fingers tightened in her grip as she ran her tongue along the path her finger had previously taken, parting the other woman's lips with her own.