#((yes aemond is talking abt storm's end if you couldn't tell))

[derangedthots]

dropping this excerpt from another jacemond fic idea i didn't end up developing beyond the summary👉🏻👈🏻

when jace's words come in, stretching across the intimate dip of his hipbones, they are etched deep. a touch of crimson mars the ink, as if his soulmate's fervor would be enough to carve them into jace's skin. they are writ in high valyrian, in the custom of his house and of house velaryon. but the writing is not baela's and, beyond even that, baela would never be so cruel. "i do not regret killing him, not even for you." jace fears the day he finds out who his soulmate is referring to.