#ulvblod

[hvitrulv]

❆ ⊱ @ulvblod ⊱ s.c.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝  The  gods  play  cruel  jests.  ❞

[rhaegxr]

Cont. with @ulvblod

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍. It was a sweet prospect made all the sweeter by the impossibility of it. One shall always yearn the deepest for what is to forever remain out of reach—Such is human nature, it would seem. Even the stories he has spent long hours reading in the candlelight would feature such tales that the young prince found so riveting, if only because they all REFLECTED his own longing. And he sees that same ACHE in the wolf maid's eyes. There is not an inkling of doubt that their very souls are kindred in it, and it's thus why FATE brought them together.

The return of the inquiry is initially met with a response that earns her a small, saddened smile. Rhaegar's own marriage to Elia was arranged, but there is GRATITUDE for the kind of woman the princess is. They respect one another, trust each other, and that alone is far more than many such unions of convenience have ever known. In time, mayhaps, the FONDNESS harbored for the Martell might grow. Would it be the same for Lyanna and her own betrothed?

❝ You certainly deserve more than that. ❞ The Targaryen agrees, following her along the tree with his gaze and attentively listening to the rest of her words—Which does coax a low, half chuckle from the prince. ❝ Now that is a song worthy of you. ❞ Would that he could've announced the truth of the Knight of the Laughing Tree, so that all might know of the she-wolf's BRAVERY. But the world they are a part of would only see her punished for her defiance. It's then that the man approaches her side, body moving on its own accord, as if it were UNABLE of keeping too wide a distance between them.

❝ At least I was able of gifting you that much. ❞ Rhaegar admits, even if it pales in comparison to the truth of he deeds that shall remain a secret only between them. However, such thought was not unwelcome—To know they share something that is only THEIRS. ❝ Does it not displease you? To know that everyone will remember you as the wolf maid who stole the dragon's heart? ❞

[dcviline]

᯽⊱ @ulvblod gets a little treat

ㅤㅤㅤTHERE  IS  NO  HARM  IN  FRIENDLY  COMPETITION, OR SO THEY HAD AGREED.  They  are  both  warriors,  trading  tricks  as  their  swords  dance  playfully,  metal  singing  into  the  air  with  each  clash  of  blunted  steel.  Him,  a  seasoned  warrior,  a  prince  trained  by  the  finest  in  the  land,  and  her,  with  the  spirit  of  a  true  knight,  defying  the  expectations  placed  upon  her  for  being  a  woman.  Lyanna  is  a  beauty,  so  fair  that  even  the  crown  of  winter  roses  he'd  given  her  pales  in  comparison  to  the  woman  herself,  yet  there  is  iron  in  her  wild  spirit.  He  understands  Robert  Baratheon  now,  for  how  could  any  man  come  in  contact  with  that  fire  within  her  and  not  crave  to  be  near  it  again?

  ㅤㅤㅤHe  has  her  beaten  this  round,  or  so  he  thinks,  sword  held  across  her  throat  as  he  stands  at  her  back.  ❝ Yield,  my  lady.  This  round  is  mine.  ❞  It's  a  courtly  mercy,  the  opportunity  for  an  honorable  surrender,  but  she  yields  not.  Instead  those  eyes  of  iron  peer  over  her  shoulder,  his  gaze  enraptured  by  them,  more  so  with  how  he  feels  her  hot  breaths  as  they  wisp  against  his  neck.  This  is  his  undoing.  She  must  have  noticed  him  falter,  felt  how  his  sword  began  to  slip  away,  for  with  a  single  spin  she  reverses  their  circumstances,  her  blade  now  poking  into  his  side.  Now  it  is  Rhaegar  who  must  yield,  and  he  does  so  with  a  wide  grin.  ❝ Fine,  I  yield to you.  But  I  had  you first.  ❞

  ㅤㅤㅤHe  barely  hears  the  taunts  that  follow,  focused  on  the  teasing  fingers  that  press  under  his  jaw,  how  close  she  stands  to  him  as  she  gloats  in  her  victory  over  the  prince.  Mocking  him,  taunting  him,  yet  all  he  can  think  of  is  how  beautiful  she  looks  like  this,  that  spirit  of  hers  shining  in  her  eyes  and  in  her  words.  Rhaegar  watches  her  lips,  sees  how  they  move,  how  plush  they  look  as  she  speaks.  What  madness  is  this  that  overcomes  him,  he  wonders,  as  he  leans  to  press  his  own  lips  upon  those  soft,  taunting  features.  Oh,  she's  bound  to  kill  him  for  this,  but  there  are  worse  ways  to  die. ❝ I'm  sorry.  I  couldn't  help  it,  ❞  the  prince  whispers,  barely  able  to  pull  away.  Already  he  braces  for  a  strike,  or  for  her  to  yell  at  him,  some  rebuke  against  what  he's  done.  ❝ Do  you  hate  me  for  it?  For  ruining  this?  ❞

[hvitrulv]

a child

[ironf0rged]

You're still looking. - for robert

sensual and sexual tension quotes / accepting ! / @ulvblod

robert cannot help the amused snort that sounds from him, his gaze finally finding her own. he was not ashamed of being caught staring. it was no secret that robert longed for the woman before him. in fact, he had made his affections undoubtedly clear. " what of it ? " he approaches her now and stops only when they are a few inches apart from one another. there was something about her that he could not place ; that made her stand apart from the rest. he toys idly with the ends of her hair before a hand is placed upon her waist. without wasting another moment, he pulls her body flush against his own. " is beauty not to be admired ? "

[faultsaints]

"Men shall fall and gods be forgotten."

*  ALL  SHE  IS  AND  EVER  WILL  BE  IS  MORTAL   ;   hazel hues dart at the other before taking a tumble of a roll.  the rustic of the green fades into darkness as small feet break branches on the rough surface.  a lanturn rests in her hand while she feels the metal grow hot.  his statement has a history of truth that runs in many graves and ruins,  but her stubborness rises in her chest.  "  man has outlived gods and prayer and when men die their children take over as will mine.  "  she says simply while continuing to light the way.  " no god has done me any favors like man has.  “  hazel hues form to the other a smug look forms on pale features - finally she spoke some truth.  (  a.  sentence starters  /  ft. @ulvblod ) 

[inadxquacy]

A steady job was a big step but Laura enjoyed it greatly, finding herself more at peace when she didn’t have to think of her problems alone constantly and was instead distracted by work and reading if she had the time for it. After a while the exhaustion began to wear off as she enjoyed her time at work greatly and sometimes going home seemed more of a task than her duties at work, because she knew once she made it home she’d again be alone in complete silence. 

So she made it to work as early as she could and stalled leaving if she could but she remained subtle so she wouldn’t reveal the great dislike of leaving to the owner, the worst thing that could happen is that he found her desire to stick around distasteful and fired her although he seemed incredibly kind and caring which only did push her into deeper lies in the end. Her worries were not his. 

Like any other day her time of arrival had been spot on and before the shop was opened she made the usual round of making sure the place was clean and the books were in order, they should though as she does the exact same things before leaving. She was so deep in her routine she couldn’t even tell herself whether she seemed obsessive or not, for good impression’s sake she hoped not. Once everything was in order Laura made a pot of tea and grabbed a mugful for herself before looking into the tasks of the day. It was usually the same, keeping track of books, putting new ones in to the shelves and waiting for customers. If no one came around she used the spare time for reading. With her pace she could go through three to six books a week, given she was in the mood to be able to focus as it was a challenge occasionally.

She hadn’t come across Vald yet, it could be she was too deep in her thoughts and passed by like a blind-deaf or he wasn’t there yet. And that thought alone stole her focus from the book in front of her. She liked him, he’d seemed a little cautious at first but he was sweet and helpful, it made the work environment very inviting and almost addictive. Maybe he was one of the reasons she wanted to come to work so badly, she liked the company. Compared to him the handsome hero of the book was nothing, why have a reckless adventurer when you could be with someone calm and funny? It was far fetched though, Laura didn’t want to act any different around him as in her opinion it seemed inappropriate, so for now it seemed best to stick with the product of imagination written on the bound paper in front of her.

@ulvblod

[inadxquacy]

For the sleeping meme thingy: Vald x Laura

Send me a ship and I will tell you: (Sleeping!)

Who is a night owl: if anyone Vald, Laura won’t stay up unless she really has to.

Who is a morning person: Vald, Laura is quiet and possibly a little cranky

Are they cuddlers: hell yeah, aaaaaall the time, they can’t stay away from each other

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: Switch although mostly being Tol goes for Vald since Laura might fall asleep before him

What is their favourite sleeping position: cuddled up or somehow holding on to each other (could be easily half of Laura’s body on top of Vald’s)

Who steals all the blankets: Laura, and she wraps into a burrito so Vald can’t get the blanket back on

What they wear to bed: depends, sometimes with pyjamas sometimes with nothing >.>

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Vald

Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Laura

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Both possibly but they comfort each other a lot

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Laura

Who can’t keep their hands to themselves: Both