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oskea93 · 4 months ago

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Tis the Way the Wind Blows, Hummingbird (One)

Caleb Sykes x OC Horizon universe

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ Story will contain moments of physical, sexual, emotional, and verbal abuse, cursing, murder, suicidal ideations, childbirth, scalping, death, etc. Please do not read if you are triggered by any of these warnings. If you've seen the film or just read about it online, you already know that Caleb is a bad guy. He will remain a bad guy throughout this story as well. He will not be liked and will be vile in every way. Just a heads up if you were looking for a happy Jamie story.

A/N: Oh my goodness guys, thank you so much for the love for this story! I am so glad you all are enjoying it so far! It's only gonna get more extreme and downright dirty from here. Also, if you have any questions about the story, just wanna talk, or whatever, just drop me a message!

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His touch would burn like a batch of fire ants each time he laid hands on me.

The searing pain as his grip would tighten – his cold blue eyes staring into mine as I would beg and plead not to hurt me in front of our children. I would like to say it hadn’t always been this way with Caleb but that would be a lie straight from the devil’s mouth. I would love to tell you that he was once a gentleman who was corrupt by the bottle – that his hands were once full of love and joy but for some ungodly reason I actually held feelings for the man.

I remember the first time I saw Caleb, standing in the dimly lit corner of the saloon, a shadow of a man with haunted eyes that seemed to mirror my own loneliness. His smile was a twisted reflection of charm, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Despite the warnings that whispered in the back of my mind, I found myself captivated by his words, his presence filling a void I hadn't even known existed. In his arms, I felt a fleeting sense of belonging, as if for a moment, the world made sense and all the broken pieces of my heart were whole again. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the cracks in his facade began to show, revealing a darkness that chilled me to the core.

He was the youngest child of the vile woman who birthed him all those years ago – his father a philanderer who only arrived home when necessary. Rumor had it he had spawn all over the territory – the short woman he married long ago idly standing by as she knew there was nothing that could be done. The Sykes family were notorious among the Montana Territory – the fear they placed upon those wanting to settle was enough to make settlers treck along elsewhere. Some would say even the Indians feared the Sykes men – I would argue that on a heavy bible.

Caleb’s anger more than likely rising from the hits of his mother and brother – always on the receiving end of a hand, foot, or even the butt of a gun at one point. I remember watching in the shadows as Junior almost beat him senseless for some measly reason – no reason good enough to knock your kin unconscious for hours on end. I was the one that had to drag him out of the snow that night – into the little shack that his mother had “gifted” us to make house in. The winter’s wind whistling through the loose logs, the fire barely staying lit as the snow floated through the home. When he awoke, he knew that there was no use in going after Junior, his hatred and fury landing upon my skin throughout the night.

I guess you may be asking how I even came to be with the blue-eyed devil – having enough dimwits about me to stay with a man like that. Well for one, it was an act of rebellion. I thought I could change him, hell, maybe even overpower him. I took the blows that he gave me each night, going to bed with tear-stained cheeks as he stepped out to go drinkin with his brothers. The other reason I stayed was because it was a sense of security. I had a leaking roof over my head, but it was covered none the less. I wasn’t wondering the land like the others out there, subjected to the harshness that the land was giving forth. The Sykes fortress was clear of any Indians – the dangers of being ambushed by them pushed at the wayside – unlike those that were travelling to their new homes.

I had married Caleb on the 24th day of January in the year eighteen hundred and fifty-two. The justice of the peace in the town below reading from the holy book as he weaved back and forth from the whiskey coursing through his blood. No kiss was shared – no joyous voices from our closest relatives. Just an empty room. I had run off from Grady’s house – my only bag packed – his best horse trotting underneath me. I had only known Caleb for a number of days before his hands slipped under my dress – the piece of me that I was savin for future husband taken away in a matter of seconds. I guess all’s forgiven in the eyes of God since I ended up marrying the bastard…

I watched as the snow swirled around the open air like paper scraps sent from the heavens above. The fire had long gone out several hours ago – my breath seen clearly as I exhaled in exhaustion. I hadn’t seen sight or sound of him in nearly four days – nothing uncommon nowadays. The wood burning smoke from the big house filtered through the cracks in the wood, the scent causing me to long for a warm room just for a moment of two.

Soft coos broke me out of my thoughts as I turned my attention to the little bundle in the center of the room. I had every blanket and article of clothing I could scrounge up piled atop her, trying to keep the cold off her small body.

“What’s wrong my sweet?” My feet carrying my body towards her.

She had her daddy’s eyes – bright blue and able to look right into your soul. Sprouts of red hair could be seen beneath the bonnet she wore, her little cheeks red with the touch of the cold. Emily was the daughter I longed for – a true gift from the Lord above. She was the second child – one that no one but me cared to have. She was the light of my life – the reason that I never gave up on myself against her father or his family.

I had given birth to Rory – our son – the first-born Sykes grandson seven years ago. Mama Sykes was at the head of the bed as he was born, quickly whisking him off before I could hold him. Caleb was celebrated for once in his life – having the workings to produce a strong male offspring – a male that would carry on the Sykes name and lineage. The Sykes women kept Rory at an arm’s reach from me during his infancy – only pushing him in my arms when it came time for him to eat. They would bring me into the big house as he fed and pushed me right back into the small shake once he was through. This was Mama Sykes dream to have another son she could mold and make her own. It was obvious that she wanted another son like Junior – Caleb being the lowest branch that she so badly wanted cut.

I watched as the years passed as my son shaped into a typical Sykes male. James and Junior would make sure to take him out, teaching him how to trap and hunt, something that a little boy at his age didn’t need to worry about yet. Caleb would just sit back and watch, the fatherly instinct never truly kicking in. He was seen more as Rory’s uncle rather than the his father. I’m almost positive that’s what Mama Sykes even taught Rory to call Caleb.

I would try my best to push my way into his life, only to get shoved back by the Sykes women. They didn’t trust me to be his mother – I was simply the woman that gave birth – not his mother. Hannah, Junior’s wife claimed that spot. Her evil glares cutting right through each time I would look at my son. Mama Sykes and Hannah would mutter awful words about me to Rory, finally breaking through to him. I watched as the baby boy I carried for nine months, suffering 10 hours in agony as I labored, just kicked me away like a speck of dirt on the floorboard.

I slowly picked my daughter up, bouncing her around in the quilt my mother had made before she passed. “Flee as a bird to your mountain – thou who art weary of sin – go to the clear flowing fountain – where you may wash and be clean.”

The sudden sound of a shotgun going off cutting off the lyrics as my grip tightened on the baby. Stepping towards the window, the site in front of me causing my heart to thump against my chest. Gently placing Emily back into her bassinette, I tore open the wooden door, racing over to where my son laid.

“What the hell is happening?” My knees digging into the hardened dirt as I brought his limp body into my arms. His face bloodied and bruised as Robert and Junior stood above – Mama Sykes and Hannah watching from the porch steps.

Junior let out an annoyed sigh, “This doesn’t concern you, Elizabeth.”

“Like hell it doesn’t, Junior.” My tone biting back, fire raging through my eyes as I looked down at my little boy. My hand softly trailing down his cheek, his chest slowly rising and falling.

“He started the whole thing.” Robert, Junior and Hannah’s youngest son scoffed. “Ain’t my fault that he don’t got no fightin skills.”

My eyes cutting up to the younger Sykes, “That’s enough, Robert.” Junior sounded. “Go get cleaned up for supper.”

The boy followed his father’s direction, Hannah smiling at him once he reached the steps. Her last glance finding mine as she walked into the home. Mama Sykes stood stoic on the porch, her eyes dull and full of spite. “Junior, get Rory and bring him in the house.”

“No!” My arms wrapping tighter around my son’s unconscious body. “You will not touch another hair on this child’s head –“ My eyes piercing towards Mrs. Sykes. “None of you are touching my child again.”

“Ain’t your child, Elizabeth.” Mama spoke clearly. “Hasn’t been your child since the day he was born.”

I could feel tears of anger spiking in my eyes, “Oh yeah –“ A sarcastic chuckle slipping, “And who’s idea was that, huh?” Junior stepped closer. “You bunch of monsters took him away from me – turned him against his own mother for what? You see how well his father turned out – think I could’ve done a hell of a lot better than you, Mama Sykes.”

Junior’s large hands pried my arms apart, Rory slipping back onto the ground as he dragged me feet away. His grip like that of Caleb’s but only stronger. My words of pain going by the wayside as his foot kicked into my ribs, a guttural cry releasing deep from my body.

“Get that boy in the house before he catches a death of cold.” Mama’s raspy voice sounded.

Junior looked up to the matriarch, “What about her?” My body still curled into the cold ground. “Whatcha want me to do with her?”

The only sound could be heard was that of the winter birds around as the wind blew – Mrs. Sykes body staying silent for a moment. “She can find her way back.” Her eyes connecting with mine briefly as she turned to enter the home.

I stayed silent, face still pressed against the snowy ground as Junior lifted Rory into his arms, stomping his way up the stairs to the main house. The door slamming behind him once he crossed the threshold.

I waited a few moments before moving – the sharp pain of where his foot had landed making it hard to breathe as I slowly walked back to the building. The echo of Emily's cry reverberated in my ears, piercing through the chaos that had engulfed us. Each step felt heavy, burdened not just by the weight of my own injuries but by the fear and uncertainty that loomed ahead.

With a shaky hand, I pushed the door open, the hinges creaking in protest. Emily's tear-streaked face turned towards me, her eyes wide with a mix of confusion and fear. My heart ached at the sight of her, so small and innocent in the midst of such turmoil.

"Shh, it's okay," I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely above a broken murmur. I knelt beside her, wrapping my arms around her trembling form. The warmth of her tiny body pressed against mine offered a brief respite from the cold reality that threatened to consume us both.

"It's okay, baby," I repeated, the words a mantra to soothe not just her but myself as well. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the world around me. In that moment, I felt the weight of responsibility crushing down on my shoulders, the knowledge that I must be strong for her, no matter how broken I felt inside.

I thanked God silently that Emily was so young, her innocence a shield against the harshness of the truth…

“How dare you disrespect my mother and brother like you did, Elizabeth!”

I sat in the corner of the room, the metallic taste of blood lingering on my tongue as I dabbed away the fresh crimson droplets that fell from my split lip. The throbbing ache in my jaw served as a painful reminder of the altercation that had just taken place, but my focus remained unwavering on the man standing before me.

"I was protecting my child – our child," I asserted, my voice steady despite the underlying currents of anger and frustration that simmered beneath the surface.

He rolled his eyes in exasperation, his movements agitated as he paced the confines of the cramped room. "That boy was two steps away from killing Rory, he wa-"

"Robert was teaching him how to act like a man – not some pansy whipped little girl," Caleb interjected, his voice tinged with defiance. The words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the deep-seated differences in our beliefs and values. "Junior and I did the same thing growing up – plus it’s not your word that matters anymore, Lizabeth."

I shook my head, a bitter taste of resentment flooding my senses. "Yeah," I muttered, my voice tinged with sorrow and anger. "You and your goddamn family took that right away." His eyes darkened as he advanced towards me, each step a menacing echo of the power dynamics that had long defined our relationship.

"I was just used as a cow to make sure he was fed and then put back in the pen like some kind of barnyard anim-" My words were cut short by the sharp crack that resonated through the home, the impact of the blow sending a searing wave of pain from my jaw to my temple.

“Always running that damn mouth of yours,” Caleb's voice was heavy with frustration as he hastily unclipped the holster from his waist. My body already knew what was about to happen as I scrambled to get off the floor, the urgency pulsing through my veins. Unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough. Caleb's strong grip closed around my ankles, his fingers digging into my skin as he yanked me across the dirty wood.

His dirt-stained hands pushing up the material of my skirt as his body straddled mine – my arms pinned to my side as my cries mixed with those of Emily’s in the corner of the room…

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incaseofart · 14 days ago

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The prompt was flowers, and I just had to quickly animate this scene from the first fic I wrote for Shiroe and Void! I've grown a lot when it comes to animation, this didn't take nearly as long as I expected, and I'm very happy with it!

#love defies strategy #my art #my animation #log horizon oc

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sage-basil · 1 year ago

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two beebus

splinter the tiger belongs to @summerofthelaterose

#nem art #ocs #aristoteles #i know i haven't tagged that illust of them with the name i actually forgot to tag stuff with oc name #i have to go and fix that #digital art #original art #character art #original character #artists on tumblr #log horizon oc

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verdantlights · 10 days ago

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Toki - Kitsune

Clove - ...Tanuki(?)

Horizon - Tengu

Seraph - Obake

Ichor - Nekomata

Lys - Oni

Everest - Kappa

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Yokai watch Alnst OCS..... What yokais would they have/what would follow them

@pinkcocopuff-aqualoid 👁️

#alnst oc #alien stage oc #alnst ocs #alien stage ocs #alnst oc: toki #alnst oc: clove #alnst oc: horizon #alnst oc: seraph #alnst oc: ichor #alnst oc: lys #alnst oc: everest #zen's alnst oc lore/notes/logs

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verdantlights · 20 days ago

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Modern AU Headcanons

For all 7 of my ocs!! :3

all of their ethnicities/nationalities are canon to the ALNST universe too, but theyre just more applicable in a modern au.

The artwork I did for each of them isnt fully colored like how i originally planned, simply because this took FUCKING FOREVER. (17 hours??? all 7 ocs just to this basic color with 17 hours and 25k strokes??? according to procreate???) and i was so ready to be done with it, ive been talking about this for like ages and i knew that if i didnt finish this before Blink Gone dropped,,,, itd never get finished.

i also have other stuff i need/want to work on in regards to my ocs SO. if the art looks half-assed, im calling it a design choice 🎀

Toki (Redone):

He'd be a dancer that runs a choreography channel on youtube and tiktok. A really popular/famous content creator.

He's Asian! (South Korean)

Fluent in English/Korean.

Would probably face a lot of controversy for making strange jokes about cannibalism, but he never stays down when cancelled. (hes so schlatt core)

He's not a horrible person in a modern au. He's relatively normal, if not for the fact that he is still an orphan and still clinically mentally ill. He's just not toxic. He still has his cunt and freak but... he just doesn't manipulate, mansplain, and manslaughter anymore.

He's only toxic and awful as hell in ALNST because of the dystopian circumstances. His toxicity is seasoning to the tragedy that is ALNST.

He is still an orphan and his first memories would be in the orphanage where he was pretty much alone. People thought he was strange.

I'd like to believe he was selectively mute for quite a long time, which was another reason why people called him strange.

Still has the habit of studying peoples behaviors and learning them entirely for his own benefit. He wouldn't use it against someone unless absolutely necessary in a modern au.

He gets adopted when he's 13 by a kind, older man. He homeschools Toki and puts him in sports and recreational activities of his choice.

Toki chooses gymnastics and dance, contorting and moving his body at his will gives him a sense of control that he always felt he was never privileged to.

He didn't start talking until he was 16. His first words were, "Thank you, dad."

As an adult, as I said above, Toki runs a choreo channel on tiktok and youtube that gets a lot of traction. He enjoys having fans because it makes him feel less alone.

He's still possessive over Inna, but it's only because Toki struggles with feeling a sense of belonging and a home to come back to, and Inna becomes that home for him.

He has a streetwear aesthetic!

Of course, Toki still has his obsessive and possessive personality, that will never go away. It ends up rearing his head towards Inna, but I'm pretty sure Inna likes it anyway, the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴.

Didn't go to college because his socmed took off before he graduated, sustaining him really well financially.

Friends with Ichor! Travels to Korea with him sometimes, but usually prefers to stay in America since that's where he was taken to when he was adopted.

Innamorati belongs to @alien-til-i-stage <3

Clove:

He is Latino! (Dominican/Caribbean)

His right eye is a lazy eye and he wears glasses. They're silver round frames that he sometimes puts a neck chain on.

His hair is dyed the same, but the dark brown is really short and cut to be fluffy/messy while keeping his long sides/short bangs!

He has a dark academia aesthetic mixed with a little bit of cottagecore. He's a lot more comfortable in his skin in regards to his gender so he wears skirts and dresses sometimes.

Spends his time at the library a lot, enjoys library dates with Aster (and also coffee shop dates).

He is fluent in Spanish and English.

He only has his ear lobes pierced and keeps small silver studs in them at all times.

Still trans, of course! He gets top surgery and a hysterectomy in a modern au (projecting what I personally want lmao)

All of his siblings are alive, and are still all named after flowers!

His upbringing was really peaceful, if not for having a very alive and loud household with 6 kids, him included.

His parents and siblings are all incredibly accepting and they all helped pitch in to get his top surgery done for his birthday one year <3

He inherited his parents flower shop and runs it now! His parents own the parent company to the flower shop, so all 6 children own one of said shops around the state!

He majored in Biology in college.

A lot of the neglect and trauma he faced in ALNST/ANAKT was only specific to the universe. He would lead a relatively normal and peaceful life, otherwise :)

Aster belongs to @apriciticreveries <3

Horizon:

He is American!

Horizon is incredibly smart and is an astrophysicist! He took it in college and has been hyperfixated on space since he was a kid.

Is the most visibly/recognizably autistic OC out of all of my OCs. All of my OCs are neurodivergent in some way because of my own neurodivergency, but Horizon takes the cake because his modern au mother (based on Scorpius) is also autistic. She raised him to not be forced into a mask.

Scorpius is a single mom and loves space as well, teaching Horizon all about it when he was a kid. Over time she grew more distant and would only connect with her son when its about his interest in space, or in regards to what happens at NASA.

Horizon is aware of his mothers distance and neglect and wishes things could go back to when he was a kid and she wasn't so distant.

He is still a narcolept, but is medicated and in physical therapy to help combat it.

He works at NASA! He makes good money and has discovered a lot of new stars!

He's more vocal in a modern au! He'd still go nonverbal a lot, but he'd also open up more and be less distant.

He still yaps about stars and space as much as possible.

He does not have stars in his eyes. I kinda feel like that goes without saying, but he does have dark grey-blue eyes.

Fond of Seraph and likes to study it. Fully aware something is wrong with it and that it definitely does not belong in his world, but finds it intriguing all the same.

Does not have a set dress style, he mostly dresses for comfort. He does have a lot of NASA merchandise and space/galaxy themed clothing, though. (would 100% have that blue and pink galaxy wolf hoodie at one point)

Seraph:

Still not human, and I will not elaborate as to why!

Also still uses He/Hy/It (Hy/Hymn).

It's a lot creepier in a modern au, actually. This is because the dystopian setting of ALNST makes it a bit more... usual and acceptable for Seraph to be uncanny? However, in a modern au... that's not the case.

People do NOT vibe with it more often than not.

Hy is British.

He is still albino with void-like eyes.

It majors in psychology and went to the same college as Horizon. This is related to his special talent,,, but that isn't released yet. :)

Still horribly enamored with Horizon and follows him around and studies him.

Horizon doesn't mind hymn and honestly knows somethings not right with Seraph, but he doesn't really care and actually likes to study Seraph back. (and seraph couldnt be happier about it, tbh)

Not a lot changes about Seraph, in all honesty. Hy doesn't really belong in the ALNST universe, what makes you think hy'd belong in the modern universe?

The things that do change, like it's echoing voice and it's staticky/distorted laugh, are gone because it personally stopped using them.

It's style is... elegant goth with some... cyber goth? Kinda strange and hard to describe but he does understand the morals and values of goth culture and music and upholds those values.

Lowkey an anarchist but you didn't hear that from me.

He is Horizon's roommate.

Seraph likes to believe their mutual studying of each other is what a romantic relationship entails.

Horizon spoils Seraph a lot... he has to do something with the money he gets from NASA.

He still does not like animals or Ichor.

Ichor:

He is still a catboy. He's not even like... a kemonomimi. He's just a fucking catboy.

If not an actual catboy, he would be a therian and/or kemonomimi. (kemonomimi directly translates to animal ears i believe? kemonomimis are just people who enjoy wearing animal ears/tails.)

He is also Asian! (South Korean)

Has a lot of mixed aesthetics, but enjoys crossdressing (in a cute way) and ouji fashion/lolita.

Autistic with selective mutism and is nonverbal more often than not. He is fluent in both ASL and KSL as well as spoken English/Korean. This is canon to the ALNST universe, but he is fully mute in canon.

Would probably be a professional gymnast. I'm talking like Olympics... professional.

Takes the fame from being a professional gymnast and becomes a content creator to show off his impeccable fashion sense.

100% dating and smitten with Briar. I'm assuming Briar would be a doctor in a modern au (akane, you can correct me if I'm wrong), and if that's the case, then Ichor would make a bunch of "woe is me, I need a doctor" jokes to Briar.

He'd immediately go to Briar if he gets hurt during performances.

Would actually be friends with Toki!! Both as a content creator and as a gymnast. They would get along very well due to overlapping interests, even more so when Ichor learns that Toki was mute for a long time.

Sometimes takes up gigs/jobs as a Sign Translator for both KSL and ASL.

Recognized as a Fashion Idol in Korea.

Frequently travels back and forth between South Korea and America due to this. ^ (his boyfriend misses him...)

Also did not go to college! He went straight into professional gymnastics and makes a living off of it! If he could go back to school, though, he would want to study the arts!

All of his hair is naturally white! He was based off of a white Turkish Angora cat, and since his hair was dyed against his will in ALNST, that wouldn't be the case in the MAU. He's only pink in his art because that's his color <3

Briar belongs to @aakaneeee <3

Lys:

She is Creole and born and raised in Louisiana!

Fluent in both Cajun French and normal French. She was a French immersion kid! (as in she learned french as she learned english in school growing up)

An amazing cook and loves to cook for her family and friends.

Has a brother and a sister, but she is the oldest. She loves her family and is very protective over them, same with her friends.

A big party-goer and social butterfly, she is the life and light of the party. She stays humble about it, but she can't deny how nice it makes her feel that people like her so much.

Dominates karaoke like it's no ones business. She loves singing and was in the church choir growing up.

She grew up Catholic, but is currently Agnostic.

Still a lesbian, and is very open about it. She is a strong advocate for LGBTQ+ rights and goes to as many Pride Parades as possible during pride month.

LOVES HER GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!! EVEREST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Her favorite way to wear her hair is super long box braids with bright colored weave, usually orange or red, but she's done the whole rainbow before!

Majors in cosmetology!

Wants to be a fashion designer, and is also building a socmed presence!! Her childhood dream was to work at Hollywood as a SFX/Makeup artist! (She still kinda does, but is okay with working for any movie company, honestly)

Has a streetwear and Y2K aesthetic! She likes to explore a bunch of other fashion cultures, but normally ends up falling back to those two as a base/familiar ground.

Is really good friends with Clove! She knows him through Everest, who had befriended him in overlapping college courses. Clove approached Everest and became friends with him before she introduced Clove to Lys. They all like to hang out together :]

Everest:

She is Australiannnnn!!!!

Still albino!

She does have the sensitive skin and eyesight in the modern world, though. She is not genetically modified, therefore she has really powerful glasses and is covered a lot.

Wears a lot of loose flowy clothing and big sunhats to protect himself from the sun.

Also still intersex!

Still feels 60% femme and 40% masc with very little in between. Doesn't mind being referred to as androgyne, but prefers either or, rather than in between.

She is sapphic and horribly in love with her girlfriend, Lys.

Is a lot less morally grey in a modern au and is a lot more like Luna Lovegood, one of her inspirations.

His morality in ALNST comes from the dystopian setting, being used as a toy for the segyein after winning, and being a pet in general. Since that doesn't happen in the modern day, he doesn't have that trauma to influence him.

She takes second place on most visibly autistic. (Ichor takes third)

Majored in Chemistry and wants to be a chemist.

Has overlapping classes with Clove and is friends with him!

Comes from a pretty wealthy family and was raised prim and proper. Her parents believed she'd be better off presenting as a boy, but once she realized her autonomy, she refused it entirely and told her parents that she will live how she wants and that her body is hers to dictate.

Her parents don't like that she switches back and forth between masc and femme, but she could not give less of a fuck and honestly does it a little bit out of spite.

He still loves his parents... kinda. He has the mentality of "they gave me life and raised me, I should be grateful andlove them all the same." He just wishes they weren't so bitchy over his body and what he does with it. They can't say anything either considering he plans on being a chemist, and they're both very fond of the idea that their child is smart and will bring in more money.

They're also lowkey homophobic and only give Lys a pass because they see Everest as a boy more often than not. They still don't quite like Lys because she is a full lesbian/sapphic and sees Ever as femme.

Enjoys travelling a lot!!

Has a socmed presence through Lys and appears as a duo with her a lot. People love them together and give them a lot of the stereo contrasting ship types (fire/ice, blue/red, black/white, etc)

It not famous on her own! I don't think she would actively seek out a socmed presence of her own and would be content with being featured on Lys' socmed. He was only famous in ALNST for winning s36, he did not ask for that.

thats about it!! sorry its so long, but... i love my children... so...

anyways, taglist!! no pressure to respond <3 @rockwgooglyeyes @bluemoonscape @tsukacchako @starry-skiez @junebluues @yunoftheclouds @waterydream @pwippy @ivanttakethis @nottoonedin

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goldenworldsabound · 11 days ago

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F/O Takeover Post!

[link to my normal pinned post]

[Transcript: Clayman, he/him. "Come one, come all! But remember to pay me proper respect, and call me lord, lest you incur my wrath."

Shiroe, he/him. "It's a pleasure to be here. I look forward to meeting all of you. Let's get along and have fun."

Below that are individuals with names - Footman, Tear, Laplace and Yuzu are under Clayman, while Naotsugu, Nyanta, Akatsuki, and Rudy are under Shiroe. Beneath them is another row with my OCs, Allen, Tara, Heather, Rx, Karma, Mengyao, and Xavier.

Lero Ro, he/him. "This looks interesting. I look forward to asking questions of my own."]

Typically I try to send an ask to anyone who sends me one before I respond to it! If I miss sending you one back please feel free to let me know. I am also down for rp between our faves and encourage it, hehe. Now, I'll let them introduce themselves (mostly under the cut!).

Clayman: Welcome one and all to Wendy's F/O takeover for the month of November! I'm Clayman, and I will be your primary host as Wendy's King of Kings, the truest love of their heart! Shiroe is also here, assisting me or something. Pay him little mind.

Shiroe: ah...no, we're cohosting, Lord Clayman. That's what Void said, isn't it?

Clayman: ...well, perhaps, but as I'm far more seasoned in such matters, you'll do well to follow my lead, human.

Shiroe: ...I see. Shall I introduce the others?

Clayman: as you wish. That is certainly a task that falls below me.

Shiroe: Void has also asked for some of their friends to participate. In the context of ff7 or log horizon, we have Karma, Xavier, and Mengyao. In the context of log horizon only, we also have Roxanne, Heather, Allen, and Tara! Please treat them kindly.

Shiroe: additonally, my fellow guild members Nyanta, Naotsugu, Akatsuki, and Rudy will be around, as well as some of Clayman's family.

Clayman: ...what??? I don't recall inviting them-

Laplace: you didn't, but Wendy always does, ya know? Don't give me that shocked face. Besides, ya know we'll always pop by to heckle ya about yer oh so sappy love~

Clayman: ...whatever, fine. And there you have it. Let the takeover officially commence!

#f/ovember #faves take tumblr #unique skill: beating heart #love defies strategy

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dragonnwriter · 5 months ago

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Inviolable Bindings

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Chapter 44

The horses held a steady speed until dawn rose on the horizon. As the sun grew brighter, they veered off of the main road into a secluded area before daylight would give them away. Eventually, they came up on a small stream and dismounted near it to allow the animals a chance to cool down and drink.

Robbet found his place on a long fallen log, letting out a long sigh as he pulled a piece of bread from the pack. Viserra, however, refused to sit, unable to let her guard down enough to enjoy the moment of rest.

“Are you going to tell me who you are?” She asked, her voice relaying both suspicion and curiosity.

Robbet chuckled, not ashamed of his amusement at her persistence. “I suppose I owe you some sort of explanation,” he admitted. “But I do not think it would hurt to first hear just a bit of appreciation for getting you out of that castle.”

Viserra pursed her lips and shot him a look. “I am thankful for your help, but how am I to know you do not have ill intentions as well?”

Robbet rolled his eyes and offered her half of the bread that he had taken out. “Come on Viserra,” he sighed. “That would be quite the risk to take just to harm you after. If it eases your concerns, I have worked many years now for someone who knows most of the royal happenings in this land. Someone you trust.”

Viserra did not need him to say the name out loud, knowing without a doubt that he was in some way affiliated with Larys. Though she thought it bold for him to assume she trusted the man. Truthfully, only a fool would do such a thing. “And what about my chambermaid, Cassella? Has she been in his service as well?”

“I had not met her until my arrival in King’s Landing,” he explained. “Truthfully I am not sure who her point of contact is and was only told I would be working with a girl fitting her description. From idle chatter, I believe she might come from somewhere close to your home.”

This revelation took Viserra by surprise. “Home?” She asked.

“Yes, Volantis I believe?” He answered with a shrug.

The ambiguity of his responses annoyed her, but part of her understood the need for him to remain cautious. Even now, they were still well within reach of those who would already be on the road searching for them.

Processing it all, Viserra finally allowed herself to sit. But even with the new information, she still remained on edge. Finally, she accepted the piece of bread from Robbet, racking through some of what had been revealed to her. If Cassella was indeed from Volantis, or at least had some connection there, had she been sent by her father or someone close to her from home?

As the morning light filtered through the trees, they both ate in silence. Viserra wondered how long it would take to get to Harrenhal and if they had allies along the way to stop and rest when it would be needed most. The plan would be to travel quickly under the safety of nightfall and divert off the Kingsroad during the day.

Robbet reassured her that they would find time to rest when safe, but Viserra pressed that making the best time to Harrenhal was to be of utmost importance. Neither could deny the unease that came from knowing ravens would have already traveled to those loyal to the Blacks. Because of that, Viserra made sure to keep her hair wrapped tight and let Robbet do the talking when they came across others. Each stop was brief but needed to fill their bellies and let the horses rest.

By the morning of the sixth day journeying north, Robbet kept them traveling on the Kingsroad. Viserra, sensing that something had shifted in his plans, pulled her horse up to his to question his reasoning. But before she could voice her concern, Robbet spoke up, knowing exactly what she was going to ask about.

“We are close now,” he explained. “Just up ahead, we will go west to arrive at Harrenhal by sundown.”

The revelation that they were closer than she had thought sent a wave of emotion barreling in her chest. She felt tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, only just now realizing that she had suppressed so much in the last few weeks.

Quickly, Viserra wiped the tears before they could fall, embarrassed by the show of emotion but unable to completely push the feelings back down. “Let us not waste any time then,” she pressed, pushing her horse ahead of Robbet’s.

Robbet glanced at her, furrowing his brow before catching up. “Do not worry, we will make good time. There is no need to rush anymore than we already have.”

They rode for the morning and afternoon at a pace that Viserra felt was too slow for being so close. But the feelings of frustration were quickly replaced by alarm as the distinct smells of dragonfire hung faintly in the air. As they continued on, they approached a village that had been devastated by the fire she had smelled from afar. The lands there bore the unmistakable signs of violent destruction.

Amidst the charred ruins of the structures there were also remains of villagers as well. Viserra’s heart dropped into her stomach at the realization. Everything had burned here, the fields, the people, the animals, the buildings. Worry struck her deeply, was it Aemond’s doing? Or possibly another dragon and its rider?

The uneasiness stayed with her as they passed through the village and she wondered what the state of Aemond’s mind was. The weight of power and need for victory could drive any man to madness, but one born with the blood of the dragon most certainly could produce such needless destruction.

Viserra urged her horse to continue without any more delay as soon as they reached the end of the burned village. Robbet followed her close, nudging his heels into his own horse to follow her in a gallop. He could see that something troubled her but did not think it a good time to pry.

Over the next hour, the visibility around them slowly developed an eerie haze. Soon after, they reached a large body of water, and Viserra realized they had made it to the Gods Eye. The shoreline was easy to follow and they had only made it a few more minutes before seeing a group of men in the far distance.

As each soldier came into view, Viserra recognized them easily as Aemond’s men. Not slowing her pace at all, she pulled ahead of Robbet, wanting even more to get to Harrenhal quickly. As she had expected, the men quickly gathered themselves into defensive positions. While she understood where they were coming from, it did not annoy her any less.

“I am Viserra Targaryen,” she began. “It has been a long journey and I would like to be taken to the Prince Regent without any more delay.”

The men looked at each other for a moment, seeming to bear some confusion over who she was. “Viserra Targaryen is in the Black Cells.” One argued, spitting on the ground in front of him.

In an attempt to strengthen her word, she pulled at the fabric wrapped around her head, letting her silver hair fall down over her shoulders.

Another took a few steps closer, squinting his eyes and looking her up and down. After a moment, he seemed to relax and turned to address the others. “‘Tis her,” he declared. “I had seen her around the camps on the way up to Rook’s Rest. No doubt about it. I’d reckon to not forget such a girl in the middle of such a cock-heavy march north.”

Viserra was relieved she did not need to press any further on the matter, but ignored his distasteful comment. “It was no easy feat to get here. I would like nothing more than to continue on without delay.”

“Where’s your dragon, girl?”

The question caused Viserra’s jaw to clench. Not only did she wish to try and keep it out of her thoughts, she did not feel she owed them any explanation. “I was only able to escape myself,” she spoke, keeping her words short. “My dragon is back in King’s Landing.”

The soldiers seemed satisfied with her answer and two of them agreed to escort them to Harrenhal. Climbing atop their own mounts, they started back towards their destination.

The mist might have faded around some of the lake’s perimeter, but overall, the visibility remained poor. As they neared the fortress, the true size of Harrenhal came gradually into view. The massive towers were intimidating and she realized it was just as grand as the texts had described it. They continued to approach the large castle until arriving at the main gates. Standing in front of it made Viserra feel small, with no doubt that this structure had been an unbreachable fortress before Aegon and Balerion had proven it to be susceptible to dragonfire.

“An audience with the Prince Regent has been requested at once.” One of the soldiers called when they finally made it to the gates. The men stationed atop quickly began the process of opening them, letting them in as their shouted commands towards each other could be heard ricocheting off the stone.

The true thickness of the gates was revealed as they walked their horses into the courtyard and Viserra was amazed to see such a fortress. Briefly, she glanced at Robbet, noting his calm demeanor and wondering if he had been here before.

Once inside, the gates began to shut quickly behind them and Viserra realized they were indeed trapped within. Dismounting her horse, her eyes continued to scan everything that was not visible from outside the walls. There was a large main castle and five massive towers to its right side. Everything was made from black stone and she thought it seemed to fit quite well with the overall climate around the lake.

The men dismounted their horses and both Viserra and Robbet followed in suit. Without delay, they were led through the main doors of the castle into an enormous hall. Viserra felt that Harrenhal had been built for a significantly larger number of inhabitants than there was at the moment, noting the hall was large, dark, empty, and cold.

Turning again to Robbet, she began to ask him if he had any knowledge of the great hall. But before she could get out a full sentence, a familiar, sharp voice suddenly cut through her own and the words were taken right from her mouth.

“Viserra.”

Her chest tightened at the sound of her name.

Snapping back to the source of the voice, Viserra’s eyes widened as she settled on a figure who she hadn’t seen in a great while.

“Aemond,” she answered, her voice thick with emotion as she held back the urge to run to him.

For a moment, she did hesitate, caught in the uncertainty of how to approach him in such a setting. But with just the sight of him, after everything she had endured, she quickly broke through all of her reservations.

Viserra’s steps began cautiously but they soon quickened until turning into a near run. When she reached Aemond, she did not even attempt to slow down, colliding herself into his chest and letting her arms wrap around his thin, yet strong frame.

For a brief moment, everything around them stopped. Though she knew she would find him here, having Aemond physically there in front of her seemed like a fever dream. He reached up to hold her face in his hands, searching her features with an expression she surprisingly could not read.

“I said she would return, did I not?” Another voice cut through the air and Viserra turned her attention away to see who it belonged to.

A woman stood just a few paces behind them. Her pale, thin frame and long, dark hair made her appearance somehow both beautiful and unnerving. A dark green dress that hung off her body, contrasting with her skin and flowing loosely to the ground. Her eyes were sharp and full of knowledge, perhaps with something deeper than what ordinary eyes could see.

“Who are you?” Viserra asked, slightly stepping away from Aemond. Her instincts told her to be wary of this woman and she knew better than to disregard her own gut feelings.

“My name is Alys,” she began. “I have served Harrenhal for many years, likely longer than you have been alive, my dear.” Her voice did indeed sound wise of many years, something that did not match the youthfulness of her face.

Viserra’s brow furrowed with skepticism. But before she could inquire further, Aemond’s voice brought her attention back to him.

“I thought you to be dead,” he confessed. “There was word that your dragon was struck down when King’s Landing was taken. That the fall from the cliffs alone would have been near impossible to survive,” he paused for a moment, his brow now furrowing. “But then, word reached us again that you had been seen in the Red Keep, seemingly allied with those you once called our enemies.”

The accusation in his tone was undeniable and it brought a rush of anger and hurt up through Viserra’s chest. She opened her mouth in defense, but Aemond continued on, cutting her off instead.

“They said you looked rather comfortable amongst them,” he added. “That you had even been seen sparring with my uncle in the training yard.”

Aemond’s words were cold but Viserra could hear the hurt behind them. She met his gaze squarely, her own eyes burning with sharp intensity.

“You have no right to judge the decisions I made to end up back to you,” she snapped. “Each step I took was a move towards finding a way here, to Harrenhal.” Her voice was steady despite the betrayal she was feeling inside her. “When Rhyn and I were struck down leaving King’s Landing, we were trying to fly to you.”

Aemond’s expression softened slightly, though his eye remained narrowed. There was a long moment of silence as he seemed to think through her words. But finally, the rest of his face softened and he took a step closer to her.

“You will tell me everything,” he demanded. “But it can wait until you have been fed and had a proper bath.”

Viserra felt his resolve waver enough that she knew he had not turned on her. “And for you as well,” she replied. “I would like to know everything.” Her eyes then quickly darted back to Alys as she fought back the urge to assume anything about the woman.

Aemond did not agree or disagree to her request but she knew she would not leave it at that. He then looked past her, his gaze landing on Robbet who had been standing there patiently. Narrowing his eye once more, he could not hide the suspicion and curiosity of the man that had arrived with her. “You brought her here?” Aemond asked sternly.

Robbet met Aemond’s intensity with a level of confidence that somewhat surprised her. “Indeed, Your Grace,” he replied. “Not only did I escort her here from the Red Keep, but if it were not for me, she would not have escaped the castle before things took a turn for the worse.”

Aemond’s eye darted back to Viserra, seeking both confirmation of this claim and also gauging her reaction to his words.

“He is telling the truth,” she confirmed. “I will explain it all once I have had a moment to collect myself. But he did indeed aid in my escape and then led us through these lands which I am not familiar with.”

Aemond softened his expression once more, giving Robbet a small nod. “Then you have my deepest gratitude. If we were to lose another dragonrider, it would be a substantial hit for our forces. Make yourself comfortable, enjoy what hospitality this place might have to give.” He then looked back to Alys, gesturing for her to go to him. Without hesitation, the woman smiled and carried on as she took over gracefully.

Aemond’s hand found the small of Viserra’s back and he guided her in the direction from which he came. They moved out of the great hall and entered into a long corridor, their footsteps the only sound echoing against the stone walls.

Despite the small amount of tension still between them, she stayed close, her steps matching his. Finally, they reached the end of the hallway where two guards stood at attention beside a heavy wooden door.

After the door was opened and they walked through the archway, Viserra observed a lower room to the right and a winding staircase to the left. She began to take notes of each place she would familiarize herself with when given the time, but for now, she followed quietly behind Aemond.

There were more stairs than she would have liked, each flight carrying them higher and higher in the tower. As they reached the top, the stairway opened into another large room that was warmed by a fire and had only a few small windows. To the back was a simple, yet large bed covered in various furs and blankets in the most unkempt ways. In the center of the room was a long, wooden table, littered with various items such as papers, trinkets, and bottles.

Something seemed off, but Viserra could not place exactly what it was. It was an observation she would need to put more thought into eventually, but now was most definitely not the time. Turning back towards Aemond, she began to speak his name in order to get his attention. However, the attempt at speaking was cut short as he was suddenly right beside her. His firm hand pulled her in at the nape of her neck and his lips silenced any words before they could leave her mouth.

The intensity of the kiss said more than words could have. It was obvious that his usual capability to restrain himself had been at play in the hall but as soon as they had been secured behind closed doors, he let himself go.

Aemond did not waste any time pushing his tongue past her lips. The heat between them was almost overwhelming as he grappled with pulling her even closer. The way that her curves fit against him was comforting and familiar and gooseflesh prickled her skin as his hands began searching for the means to separate her from her clothing.

Viserra pulled back to take a breath just to see that his eye looked at her with more unbridled intensity than she had ever seen before. Her hands came up to his shoulders, her nails digging into the leather of his doublet as she watched him unravel in front of her.

He did not let their interaction stop for more than a brief second before taking her mouth again, this time successfully pulling the fabric of her shirt, ripping it at the neckline. The action surprised her, but she felt too intoxicated with the overwhelming attention to care. The sound of the shirt tearing down past the arm filled the room and she felt the cool air now brushing against half her torso.

As the fabric fell away, Aemond ran his hands over her now bare skin. The pace at which he touched her made him seem uncharacteristically desperate, like he could not possibly get enough with just two hands and his mouth.

The sensation of his rough fingers on her skin left her silently begging him not to stop. It had been well over a moon’s turn since she had felt any sort of real affection radiating from another human. And for the first time in a while, she remembered what it was like to have the fire in her blood making it impossible to even consider rational thought.

Aemond’s mouth broke away from hers, finding its new place on the delicate skin of her neck. She let one of her hands run up into his hair, pulling him in like she wanted him to melt into her. When she was suddenly hoisted up off of the ground, she had been so distracted that a squeal escaped from her mouth from the surprise. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she held onto his shoulders for the brief journey over to the bed.

Aemond’s thin frame was deceiving so that it might surprise another how effortlessly he lifted Viserra off the ground. But as he tossed her on top of the already disheveled bed, he quickly worked on undressing, revealing his muscular tone and strength that hid underneath.

His eye watched her with a hunger that matched the way she felt inside. And as he climbed onto the bed, he hovered just above her, taking the remainder of the shirt in his hands and tearing it down the rest of the way.

Viserra’s hands came up to rest on his now bare chest, grounding her and bringing her sense of peace. There was an overwhelming comfort knowing that he was indeed very real and there in the flesh.

Aemond’s hands focused next on untying the laces of her breeches, pulling them to her thighs when loosened just enough. Digging her nails into his chest, she shimmied her hips in an attempt to get them all of the way off, though she knew he did not actually need her help.

In the exact moment she was totally freed from the binds of her clothing, Aemond pulled her hands and pinned them above her head. His fingers wrapped tightly around her wrists and she watched as his eye trailed down her completely exposed body.

Carefully, he adjusted his grip to free one of his hands, letting it come down and begin roaming over her body once more. His lips came back down to hers in a kiss that had just as much intensity, but was much slower and more deliberate.

It was clear that he needed to control the timing of each movement, that there was some sort of internal battle he was having with their reunion. When Viserra attempted to pull her hands free with only minute effort, he pushed harder on her wrists and darted his eye back up to hers.

“No,” he spoke firmly. It was clear there was no room for negotiation, that he needed to keep the control in that moment. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she breathed, though if she was being honest, even though the trust was there, it was shakier than it had been in the past.

Most people did not know of the things that plagued Aemond’s mind but Viserra had been able to see glimpses of what it looked like inside there. If it had been in another moment, she might have put up a bit of a fight, but right then, she actually enjoyed being able to give him what he needed. Especially since it was all under the illusion that he was the one in complete control.

Her wrists were still tightly pinned above her head and Aemond brought his mouth down to her neck once more. This time, instead of leaving a trail of kisses where his lips had been, he sucked a bit of her skin into his mouth and bit down onto her flesh.

Viserra winced at the pain, but she did not find it unwelcome. He worked down in a line to her breast, continuing to leave the marks with as much care as there was discomfort. She took a sharp breath in as his lips closed around her nipple, anticipating that he would use his teeth there too. But to her surprise, he reigned in the roughness and gently sucked and nibbled instead.

The attention to her breast did not last long as he broke the suction from her. His free hand came down to push her knee aside and he leaned his weight onto the other. Without warning, he thrust himself into her, filling her completely before she realized what was happening.

A gasp left her lips at the suddenness of it all. Feeling him within her after the weeks of separation and the events that had happened brought more than just physical pleasure. Viserra felt a wave of emotions whirl in her chest as she took all of him. And by the way that Aemond momentarily fumbled the grip on her wrists at the same time, she realized he too, was overwhelmed by it all.

Neither moved for a few moments as they savored finally uniting in the most intimate way. But when Viserra wrapped her legs around him as if she were worried he might disappear, he quickly found his rhythm.

There was a shift in Aemond’s focus and he released her wrists as a bead of sweat formed on his brow. She ran her hands over his skin, refamiliarizing herself with the way his muscles contracted and moved as he drove himself into her. When she realized he was putting significant effort into ensuring that he did not finish before her, a smile teased on her lips as she quickly felt the tight ball building within her lower abdomen. Together, there was only the two of them, and even if just briefly, the rest of their slowly collapsing world seemed absolutely irrelevant.

Viserra’s body rolled into an orgasm sooner than she had anticipated and it was only a split second before Aemond let himself go as well. Coming down to rest on his forearms, they both let themselves recover listening to the other slow down their winded breathing.

Aemond eventually fell to the side, and even though she saw his eye still burning with a similar intensity, the hunger behind it had quieted. Perhaps he could not have even begun to focus on the logistics of things until that tension had been released.

“I want to know what happened and how you have ended up here,” he pried, the light tone of suspicion coming back once more.

Viserra shifted to her side to mirror him, taking in a deep breath as she tried to bring herself to a place to begin talking about it all.

“They came when we were anticipating your word that you had made it here safely,” she spoke, her voice steady. “There was little to no time to react. It was nightfall and they arrived from the skies and also from the sea.”

Aemond did not waver for one moment as she detailed the aftermath of it all. She explained that she had tried to escape and come to him but was stopped while leaving the city. That she had not even seen her dragon since that day, and that his actual wellbeing was still unknown to her. Watching his reaction carefully, she explained how Aegon and the children had escaped with Larys, yet his mother and sister still were prisoners of the castle.

His expression darkened with a scowl at that revelation. “Of course my brother would leave the others behind,” he spoke bitterly.

A surge of annoyance built up as she listened to his remark. “It was not Aegon’s idea to leave anyone behind,” she argued back. “He was hardly in a physical state to escape himself. It was not really a matter of choice.”

It almost looked as if Aemond rolled his eye at her defenses.

“I speak the truth,” she rebutted once more. “Your brother could barely make it out of the castle himself and there were not many who followed them through the passageways.”

“Hm,” he hummed before looking away from her.

Dropping it altogether with a huff, Viserra continued on. “I had nearly escaped too but it was Daemon who found me in the skies.”

Aemond turned his attention back to her with talk of his uncle. She explained how she awoke imprisoned and injured, that she had been forced to sit with Rhaenyra on the same night and why she had decided to play the victim when realizing how poorly her odds were at surviving if she did not.

Detailing the rest of the days there, she stopped just before the events of the feast and the night of her escape. A knot twisted in her stomach at the thought of how close she had come to being in a situation she really had no idea how she was going to get herself out. Choosing her words carefully, she attempted to brush past that moment, but her fears were confirmed when Aemond did not miss her omission.

“They let you leave for your rooms alone on the night of a feast and then by chance Daemon stumbled upon you sickened from the poison?” He asked, his mouth turning down into a frown.

Viserra rolled her eyes, irritated that he had picked up on her evasiveness. “There is more, but it does not matter. I have told you what is most important,” she replied, hoping to steer him away from the details. Feeling suddenly uncomfortable with the direction their conversation was heading, she reached for the blankets behind her and pulled one around her.

Aemond’s face hardened and it was clear he was frustrated with her hesitancy. “I want to hear it all, Viserra,” he insisted. “The truth of what happened that night.”

After pausing for a moment to work through the discomfort of it all, slowly spoke of the full extent of the night. “They did not let me retreat without an escort,” she began, hugging the blanket tighter around her. “Initially it was to be one of the guards, but after Rhaenyra had left, Daemon took it upon himself to do it alone.”

Aemond’s eye was now wide and his attention sharp as he listened. His initial frustration at her withholding information was now transforming into an anger that was beginning to boil under his skin.

“The poison’s effects began right before reaching my rooms and I found myself on the ground expelling everything I had consumed for the evening,” she continued on, not letting her voice falter. “I was lucky it happened when it did.”

“Did he lay even one finger on you?” Aemond asked through his teeth.

“No,” she responded quickly, knowing that depending on how she might have interpreted his question, her answer was not entirely a lie. “I could not get up and was grateful for guards to stumble upon us and that is when he called for a maester.”

Aemond looked as if he were struggling to find his next words, but when he spoke, the anger had not left his tone. “And what would you have done if you hadn’t accepted the wine? How would you have gotten yourself out of that situation?”

Viserra snapped her head in his direction, now feeling irritated at what felt like some kind of accusation. “I do not know, Aemond. But I would have figured something out,” she retorted. The mere fact that he seemed to question her actions when he had not been in her place not only offended her, but hurt.

Shaking off the hurt with another eyeroll, pulled the blanket closer and stood. He had no idea how awful those days and moments had been and she would not hear anymore of what he had to say unless it was in support of her.

To her surprise, Aemond’s reaction was quicker than her intent to distance herself from him. Reaching out, he grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her back.

“I am sorry,” he spoke, his voice now much gentler. “I do not mean to judge the decisions you made. It is just that Daemon-” he paused, appearing to bite his tongue for a moment, “-believes he can take whatever he pleases.”

Viserra relaxed slightly but still did not look to him. When she did not respond, he gently wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her down onto his lap. Feeling the warmth of his body next to hers again washed away most of the negativity that had quickly built up but she knew she would not let it slide without addressing it.

Finally, she turned in his arms and faced him directly. “You are right to realize I might have found myself in a much worse position. But this is war and much more terrible things happen to people in war.” Her voice was quiet yet firm. “Do not let your feelings for me cloud your judgment. ”

Aemond kissed her bare shoulder, then met her eyes. “My feelings do not cloud my judgment,” he disagreed. “And I am sorry that I have made you feel as if I questioned you. ”

Viserra let out a long sigh, realizing that she was foolish to think that he would be able to recognize that he let jealousy drive his actions. And as he pulled her close to him once more and his lips dragged softly across her skin, she decided she would hold her tongue for just a moment longer.

Author's Notes: It has been a long couple weeks! Here is a 5k update for your patience in the meantime. Thank you for the reads, kudos, and comments. I am completely in awe at having 21k hits on this. It drives me to continue to write!

Also, only 12 more days until season 2 comes out! Holy moly, I cannot wait!!!

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