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Rhaegar raised an elegant eyebrow back at his wife, a smug smirk on his lips. ’Well…’
[Thank you dearest beautiful wife hahahaha all the butt touching!]
All my drafts are from Martells
and my inbox 17 messages back are all from Martells (There was an anon and an old meme and then it continued with martells I didn't look for how long)
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All da oby and elias are miiiiiineee
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Athos bit off a curse as the back of his head smacked against the hard stone wall of his room-- there wasn't time to worry about the surprisingly sharp sting of it not now. Not when Elia had apparently decided that she was tired of waiting for him to initiate the next step in this delicate dance they had undertaken and had decided to take matters into her own hands by shoving him up against the wall and molding her body against his, her hands moving impatiently over him, tugging at his clothing as though it offended her.
Her mouth was on his neck, her teeth nipping at his skin, and he hissed as they dragged sweetly down to the hollow of his throat.
"Elia --" he managed in a rough, ragged voice as his hands slid down her back, fingers trailing over the lacings of her corset, aching to start untying the knots and freeing her from the constrictive stays, "are you sure?" He had to know, had to be certain -- he wanted her more than he could stand; wanted her enough that he wasn't sure that he could trust himself with her. He had to know he wasn't taking advantage -- of a loneliness in her that was the echo of his own, of her position, of his own presumptions. Had to be sure he wasn't going to be one more layer of pain on her heart.
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Send me a •3• and I will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to your muse as a poem from mine
♕—- “I dreamed I was missing. I know I’ve been mistaken. I wanted you to know that I love the way you laugh. I’m not a perfect person. I know I’m not there to hold you but look up, see the sky, that I do.”
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I’m gonna be released from behind these lines.I am just another number —I hold on so nervously, to me and my drink.So: he’s gone, and left you all alone?I want it to be over.
+ 3 entered the castle.
" Yes? What? What is it?" She questioned.