#varrhyn

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Varys & Rhyn at Daenerys' court in Meereen

art by poritora on VGen !

I'm litterally obsessed they're gorgeous, my cuties 😔​💗​

Also the little doodle they added ? It's ADORABLE 😭😭

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grandma discovered what web weaves are & it gave me the inspiration I've been lacking for a while now

Varrhyn's pinterest board finally put to good use, I could have continued even further down but I lost motivation at that point and I didn't want the end to look worse than the rest

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tw : painting of a spider

« And who would mourn poor Varys then ? North or South they sing no songs for spiders. »

They should have never come to this city. Hell, they should not have set foot in that blasted castle, no matter how much Petyr had insisted they go and investigate on his behalf. « No need to worry, the keep is large and wide. Be quick about it and I doubt you'll even have time to catch sight of him.» he had promised with such malice in his smirk Rhyn had wondered what, if not his own hubris, had manage to suck the quiet and shameful boy of five and ten out of that greedy man. In a twisted trick of fate, they had indeed caught sight of the spider, deep inside the tunnels under the Keep. Conspiring with Illyrio, thinking themselves discreet, not even noticing they were watched. Rhyn had not paid much attention to what had been said, burdened with overwhelming visions of a past they had tried to forget ; of a dagger thrust deep in Illyrio's chest, their knees bent in a pool of blood, a single prayer who had earned them both their friend's life and Varys’ eternal alienation. Given the man the magister had become, it had not been worth it. When Rhyn had come back to Baelish’s brothel, they had told him everything, not even trying to help him, but rather out of pure pettiness. Still, those deep, dark violet eyes full of unspoken resentment had stopped everything in its movement, and from that day Rhyn had been unable to smell the sweet scent of lavender and lilies without their mind and knees failing them both. And on that very same day, Rhyn had found out twenty long years apart had not saved them from their own insanity. The tempest in his eyes had lessened every time they had met again. Slow mornings strolling in the Keep's gardens and evenings sipping on wine by the hearth of his chambers were sweeter and more fulfilling than any man who'd ever sworn their undying love between Rhyn's legs.