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@wolvencrown said: 🌺Put a flower in my muse’s hair
THE STROLL IS RELATIVELY QUIET, but she enjoys the silence. It is comfortable, calming even. Talks of politics are over and done for the time being. She wishes never to speak of politics again, but right now, she can pretend there is not a care in the world. Even with her own fabric protection, it seems his warmth radiates off of her. Without realizing, she is as close as she can be without practically being on top of him. She has before, when they were younger, tumbling along the path they walk on now. Lost in thought, she almost does not realize Robb halting and bending down. Her boots scuff against the dirt, brows furrowing at the sudden change. Her eyes do not leave his, even when they meet, his Tully blue’s twinkling as his hand reaches out to push the stem upon the top of her ear. Her intense focus leaves her questioning what the flower looks like, focusing only in the hairs standing up on her arms feeling his fingertips upon her skin.
“Thank you,” it is barely above a whisper, her eyes scanning all over his face. “I -- uh --” she practically WHIPS her body around searching for anything to compensate for his gesture. Finding flowers of her own, white like the fallen snow, she bends down to pick them up, releasing their hold from the dirt and mimicking his previous gesture. “There.”
Soft Intimacy Meme
Wolvencrown | A Shadow of What Once Was | 26th February, 2021
UK Atmospheric Black Metal
https://wolvencrownuk.bandcamp.com/album/a-shadow-of-what-once-was
@wolvencrown ✿ ━ continued from here
Where had the words come from, she wondered? When had they formed and slipped from her tongue for his and the Gods to hear? Perhaps that had taken root deep inside her from the moment her doe eyes had found his Tully hues, so much like his sister’s and yet so utterly different. Robb Stark, a name she had heard plenty in her past. A handsome man to be said by most, the young wolf. Yet no one had mentioned how warm his smile was, something she had discovered the first time she had made him do so. Perhaps the words had slowly crawled their way from the depth of her then as well. A slow journey the words had taken, from the depths of her mind to the tip of her tongue. Moments where they had begged to be heard, to be spoken, when she had found herself within his company, all too comfortable around him, lost in the ease of his presence.
Robb Stark, the only other to truly understand what it meant to come back from the dead. The horror they had faced. The loss that they both grieved. The guilt over being the ones to come when others did not. It was Robb that she found solace when she could not sleep for fear of dreams where the fire had claimed her. Until her dreams had started to fill with the image of him instead and sleep had found her much more peacefully. She was a woman with no home, no family, yet with the Starks, in their home of Winterfell, she felt at peace. She felt as if it were becoming her home as well — Sansa had helped with that with their slowly rebuilding friendship from all those years ago, but with Robb, it was something new. Something different than she had ever felt before. Feeling it more and more as the days had gone past and every moment was spent around him. Two haunted spirits drawn to one another, making her not feel alone anymore.
Margaery Tyrell was not a woman that easily let her emotions known, Olenna Tyrell had done well to guide her granddaughter to hide her wants and desires under her sleeve. Yet the feelings that transpired and grew when she was around the young wolf was something different altogether. Undeniable. Every stare, brush against each other accidental and some perhaps not so. She could not hide that, the tension between them growing that she was sure everyone knew. Whispered about them behind their backs as they had made their way out of the dining hall and into the Godswood, walking side by side. Her hand always mere inches away from his as they trekked through the snow, the cold doing little to ease her heated skin. She felt an ache within her, the silence between them deafening, the rush of blood in her ears as her heart fluttered within her chest, telling her she was alive, they were alive, and yet... She wanted to feel alive with him. Then the words came out, unlike any she had ever said before, desperation fueling her. Words that needed to be said. Relief had flooded her when she caught sight of his smirk, his question bringing a smirk of her own as well as a breathless, “Y e s,” a plain word for something so much more. It did not feel so one-sided as his body pressed her back against the tree behind her, a shakey breath escaping her. Hands reaching, clutching upon the fabric along his sides, feeling her body tremble. She tilted her chin up, hearing him utter her name — such a beautiful sound from his lips — the same lips that brushed against hers, evoking a soft gasp from her own lips. “Mmm?” she hummed, swallowing hard, body starving for his touch, his kiss. She groaned, feeling him press further against her, the feel of his hands pulling at her skirts — By the Gods — her breath panting slightly as she fought to open her eyes, to look at his handsome face, hands sliding up his body, the curves of his neck and grasping him gently. Her nose grazes against his, tongue licking her lips and she leans just short against his own lips. She smiled at his words, doe eyes looking up at him, shaking her head gently. “Longer than I should have... Though I hold no shame over it... Only that perhaps I should have said something far sooner than now.” She wanted to kiss him, her body begged for it, yet she refrained, not until she asked. “And you? What of you, Robb? How long has it been for you?”
Wolvencrown | Of Bark and Ash (2019)
walked into record store. bought 3 used CDs all with wolf in the band name. checked out. left
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