#versusdecay

[aldereign]

A CORRESPONDENCE BETWEEN PRINCE DAEMON TARGARYEN & PRINCESS LEIA ORGANA.  ☾  ⭒   «   @versusdecay

the swords clatter, a tournament up in flames. a newcomer knight has taken the lead in the joust, much to the king's dismay — perhaps king viserys intended to make his brother a champion of them all. in truth, princess leia's thoughts are to the sky. since childhood, her only interest in the affairs of the targaryens stemmed from an almost innate fascination with the creatures they so effortlessly control. (the roar in the back of a smaller one, the locket signaling a princess' pet.) the crowd looks in awe as the dragon coils above, shrieking away. — an envious position to be in leia thinks, holding her cup as she descends the stairs. far forward, she can see her father bidding his hellos, pretending to be wanting of this place. (leia knows better. the further away from kings' landing, the better.) her thoughts amiss, only the rough pull of the prince's hand catches her off guard, a slick turn into a quiet corner — a rendeveous far away from the crowds. ❝  sneaking up on a lady? you truly have never grown up, have you not my prince? ❞    

[royialty]

the room is quiet except for the hum of the city beyond the glass. tristan stands by the window, a shadow carved against chicago’s endless lights, his broad shoulders eclipsing the glow of something distant. he doesn’t look at chae. hasn’t, not since she's walked in, dressed in a silk gown chosen for jonathan’s eyes and not her own. the fabric clings in all the wrong places, cold where it brushes her skin, warmer where it betrays the heat rising from beneath.

❝ you're surprised. surprised i didn't listen. ❞ she says, but there’s no heat in it, no bite. just a fracture of something chae doesn't dare let break open.

he doesn’t reply. his jaw works once, sharp, tight, before settling back into silence.

she hates this.

this chasm of professionalism he wears like armor. this room, cold as the spaces between the two of them. this game, with its rules she was never meant to win.

chae crosses the room anyway, closer to him than she should be, close enough to see the tension in his shoulders, the flicker of restraint in the pulse at his neck. she hates this. she hates him for staying. she hates myself for wanting him to leave, because staying means this job, this obligation, this distance. leaving might mean—

❝ why do you look at me like that? ❞ she asks, and it’s stupid, childish, desperate. ❝ tristan. ❞ her voice cracks around his name. soft. breaking. ❝ look at me.”

his gaze burns when it finally meets hers, something raw beneath the steel. she can see the words he’ll never say, the truths buried beneath his loyalty and her lies. his hands flex at his sides, like he wants to reach for chae but knows better. always better.

❝ you can run away with me. ❞ she takes a step closer, every inch of herself trembling, every nerve screaming that this is a mistake, but what’s one more mistake in a life full of them? ❝ you just won’t. do you know what jonathan does to people who cross him? do you even care? ❞

❝ because what else am i supposed to do? ❞ i whisper, my voice breaking at the seams. ❝ tell me, tristan. tell me what to do, since you’re so good at giving orders. ❞

@versusdecay tristan & chae.

[folkpoetold]

hips sway in time to the music. eyes closed to the bright flashing lights, red painted lips turned up in a smile, arms over her head, a slight buzz about her body from the alcohol consumed. this is what mary jane needed. a real night on the town. a few hours to forget the sting of the latest rejection. the 'you're great, but just not what we're looking for'. the death of her optimistic side, that had truly thought this might be it. her big break had come at last! no such luck.

when eyes open she notices the figure of her friend pushing his way back through the crowd. brow furrows, frown appearing on her lips. but they were having fun! ❝ jeez, harry. ❞ she finally catches up to him at the entrance to the club. the cool new york air hits like a wave of cold water, bringing goosebumps to her cold arms. ❝ don't say you're ditchin' me too. ❞ first pete, with some lame excuse about a work call, and how harry? bottom lip sticks out in a pout. ❝ and without saying anything? what happened to chivalry! ❞

@versusdecay, featuring mary jane watson & harry osborn.

[holysick]

◞ the myrish tapestry of daenys ' s dream looms behind them . dragons and doom : threads of spun wool illuminated only by the fire in the king ' s hearth . flames dance . frantic as four eyes of amethyst look on : the blood of the dragon . dreams and prophecies , exhasperation evident in the lighter of the violet set : a stubborn dornish forward jut upon valyrian jaw . must they always come in riddles ? he knows not what the king looks for , or seeks in the flames . a vision ? a part of the song ? a message to be decoded ? . . . surely anything of the sort , if true , would present itself in a less ordinary fashion ? when the king ' s summons had come , the last thing to come to mind was to sit in restless silence : staring forward into nothing . tense , the prince shifts in his seat . " the hour grows late , your grace . "

@versusdecay + rhaegar targaryen .

[dusklune]

His brother is a fool. Tips of fire dance along his fingertips as Mako remembers what a terrible situation they've gotten themselves in. Rule one. You protect your little brother. Rule two. You stay away from Shady Shin's eyes. Mako has always lived just be these two principles, protect and remain hidden. For the most part, he knows that Shin's kept his tabs on the boys since their stint in the pro-bending arena. He's less than proud of it, but the older brother has always known that one day, like it or not, their past would catch up to them. Mangled feet. Hitmen. Children made into gangsters. It's a life he's worked hard to move past, but Bolin is unwilling to let it go. All for her. Mako's fuming as he enters their upstairs makeshift apartment — the nicest they've had in years — and spots his brother lounging on the couch blissfully unaware.

" Tell me it's not true. "

No room for guessing, he's on him before the second comes to an end. " Bolin, you cannot be seen around Shin and his gang. If Zolt finds out you're near — " He's picked up from Asami that Bolin is running around town with her again. (It's better not to say her name, better not to flush out the guilt.) " That was years ago. You have to move on. " @versusdecay