#thescaledqueen

[sxbstantialfxndom]

( @thescaledqueen )

It is my most sacred duty to see to your safety.

[backwaterscum]

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?” // @thescaledqueen, from here.

Daryl startles, shuts the notebook he'd been writing in, and lifts his head to face whoever's approached him. Shireen is a surprising sight-- he hadn't pictured her the late night type-- but not exactly unwelcome. If anything, all he feels is flustered; he's never seen her outside the library before, and being in her personal space during her personal time feels terribly... for lack of a better word, personal.

"More like sittin'," is his first response. The waves lap at the shore, creeping ever closer but never enough to reach the blanket he'd laid out. "This is my favourite spot to be around here."

It's a bit of a stroll from the boardwalk, admittedly, but Daryl doesn't like to sit around areas with too many people. The downside of the beach is the culture around it, and the less drunk or high people he's around, the calmer he gets.

He rubs lightly at the back of his neck. "You can sit if you want. Ain't really doin' nothin'."

"What're you doing out this late?"

[cicatrise]

@thescaledqueen sent: ‘Would it be alright if I hugged you? Would that make you feel safer?’ ► from this meme.

Confusion is the first thing to come to mind, but after that is a quiet gratitude. Ryu can’t remember the last time anyone had ever cared for his well-being, much less a human, and if nothing else that has him relaxing a bit more.

“It’s not my well-being I’m concerned for,” he admits, “but yours. I promised your father I’d keep you safe...” And even if he might’ve made it years ago, Ryu’s a god of his word as much as any (never mind the fact House Baratheon doesn’t know of his deity status to begin with).

He holds his hand out all the same, wordlessly accepting Shireen’s offer. A hug sounds... nice, he decides. A little too human for his tastes, but nice in sentiment all the same.

“This is bad territory, Princess. The sooner dawn comes and we leave, the better.”

[strongfuck]

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► from this meme.

Rhys: Don’t worry, I have a permit. Shireen: ...This just says “I can do what I want”.

Shireen: *slams down an absolute doorstopper of a tome* I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading. Rhys: This is light?!

Shireen, jumping out of Rhys's closet: BOO! Rhys: Shireen: Rhys: Shireen: *makes a sad face* Rhys: Ahh! Oh my god! You scared me!

Rhys: You look good in that hoodie. Shireen: You know where else I'd look good? Rhys, zero hesitation: My bed. Shireen, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Rhys: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Shireen: I wrote you a poem. Rhys, already crying: You did?

[dragcnlxrd]

"You saved me." {Possibly for the TB verse? You can surprise me}

He looked over at the fallen creature before looking back at her. The bayou at night wasn't someplace one wanted to be caught especially given the certain area she was in. The only reason he made his residence here was simply the fact that it was large enough to accommodate his form when he shifted and no one came out here.

"Yeah, and now I'm going to ask you why you're out in the middle of bumble fuck nowhere this time of night?"

[taaboh]

@thescaledqueen // from here.

Despite Takayuki’s memories of being kissed on his bruises as a child, the sight of Ms. Baratheon doing the same thing, however innocent, still makes his heart skip a beat. The gesture’s tender and sweet, like her, and while he’s aware her being an elementary school teacher means she does this sort of thing all the time, it doesn’t stop his mind from short-circuiting briefly anyway.

It’s not very often he gets a kind touch, after all. (It’s not very often he gets kissed, either.)

Maybe it’s selfish, but Takayuki’s fingers curl around Shireen’s hand to keep her there before she notices she’s been holding his a mite too long.

“I got into a fight,” he admits, “I don’t exactly live in the best neighbourhood.” But realising he’s saying this after telling her that Miho’s been living with him, he continues quickly with, “It’s not that bad, though. I just got this alliance of gangs pissed at me for the stupidest reason, so these goons keep jumping me and...”

He should just stop trying to explain it. Every attempt would sound awful by default.

“Uh, I miscalculated a block.” Takayuki clears his throat. “Is how my wrist got like that. It’s not the first time.”

[mxnofhonour]

Casterly Rock II Jaime & Shireen

@thescaledqueen

The cool sea breeze felt good upon his skin, quelling some of the warmth that, as yet, he was not quite accustomed to. Two years in Winterfell had left him hardened against the cold. He had scarcely noticed it by the time they left.

King Bran, after much persuasion from Tyrion, had granted Casterly Rock back into the hands of the Lannisters, allowing Jaime to return to his seat as heir. Of course, his injuries from the Long Night had left him unable to bear any children, but he knew already that the title would pass to Shireen one day.

She sat beside him on the blanket atop the cliffs now, entirely lost in the book she was reading. Since they moved to the Rock and he had given her free reign of the extensive library, she was never without a book in her hand.

"Princess," he says eventually, hand locating his cane that laid on the blanket beside him. "Might you...help me up?"

Learning to walk had been a long and painful process, but he had excelled at it. The maester had told him he would never walk, and yet a year ago now he had regained some movement in his left leg, followed a few moons later by his right.

He doubted he would ever stop being reliant on his cane, but it mattered little. No longer did he feel like quite such a burden on the young princess.

[catalysers]

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Shireen couldn’t help but smile as she watched him interact with his son. Little Henry looked so peaceful now, sleeping in his arms.  She met his gaze and nodded faintly in response to what he said.

“You are welcome. I am glad I could help.”

She confessed, reminded of the fact that she had been just as young when she had been saved. Not from anything supernatural, but still.  She was glad to be able to make a difference herself.

“I will give the two of you some privacy.”

The last thing she wanted was to wake Henry up right now. She figured that he needed some time alone with his son and she didn’t want to impose.

“Thank you,” Sunny says again, feeling a bit like a broken record but unable to stop himself from saying it. Henry sighs in his sleep and rubs his cheek against his chest, and Sunny swallows hard before his relief turns into something that’ll involve tears. He’s not sure he can afford to cry in front of anyone without feeling severe mortification.

“I won’t be long. I just want to get him comfortable for the night...”

Deep down, though, Sunny knows that if he had the ability for it he’d hold Henry all night without hesitation.

True enough, though Shireen leaves them be and Sunny works on getting the little one comfortable in his bed (which is really just an old container for produce padded with blankets; being on the run doesn’t allow him much luxury), he leaves the bedroom with the door slightly ajar to join her in the main area of the small hut he and Henry have been commandeering in the long winter.

He nods his head once as he sits across her at the small table. Thank you, again.

“I can’t say I have anything worth paying you with,” he admits. “Nothing but a silver stag and a few coppers, but they’re yours if you want them.”

Sunny looks down, hands fiddling where they rest on his lap. “Of course, you can stay here as long as you want, too. I... I owe you a great debt.”