#athasliath

[kronulv]

@athasliath asked: ❝ you should be mine. i don’t care what they say , you are mine. ❞

𝕭𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍   𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙   𝖎𝖓   𝖍𝖎𝖘   𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖙   𝖆𝖘   𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖔𝖓'𝖘   𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘   𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖌   𝖎𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖆𝖎𝖗   𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒,   𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖐   𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍   𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖆𝖓𝖉   𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊.The   moonlight   filtered   through   the   dense   canopy   of   trees,   casting   dappled   shadows   over   their   faces,   but   Robb   could   see   the   intensity   in   Theon's   eyes.

Theon's   gaze   never   wavered,   burning   with   a   fierce   desire   that   Robb   had   never   seen   before,   not   like   this,   not   directed   at   him.   Standing   so   close   that   Robb   could   feel   the   heat   radiating   off   his   body,   could   smell   the   familiar   scent   of   leather   and   salt   that   clung   to   him.

Robb’s   hand   moved   almost   of   its   own   accord,   reaching   out   to   grasp   the   back   of   Theon’s   neck,   pulling   him   closer   until   their   lips   met   in   a   kiss   that   was   both   urgent   and   hesitant,   a   clash   of   emotions   too   powerful   to   ignore.   The   world   seemed   to   narrow   to   this   single   point,   to   the   taste   of   Theon   on   his   tongue   as   he   forces   the   other's   mouth   open   with   his   own   tongue,   the   night   covering,   distance   away   from   guards   and   the   tents   of   the   army,   the   king   let   himself   loose.

Robb   pull   him   even   closer,   deepening   the   kiss   as   if   trying   to   anchor   himself   in   this   strange,   unexpected   desire.   He   rested   his   forehead   against   Theon’s,   feeling   the   rapid   beat   of   Theon’s   heart   against   his   own,   and   instead   of   letting   the   emotions   of   the   moment   die   down,   Robb's   hand   move   down   to   where   his   legs   were   pressing   the   other's   apart   and   hand   sneaks   inside   Theon's   pants,   feeling   him   hard   and   warm   against   his   hand.   "if   I   am   yours   then   you   are   mine,   theon.   you   had   been   since   you   came   to   me   in   winterfell."   more   than   blood   brothers,   more   than   sword   brothers,   something   more   that   the   darkness   unveils   as   he   begins   to   move   his   hand   against   the   hardness   in   his   hand,   blue   gaze   settle   on   Theon's.

[d0reah]

@athasliath asked: ❝ i like the marks. they stay with me even when you must leave. ❞

𝕯𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖍   𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖘   𝖍𝖊𝖗   𝖔𝖜𝖓   𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖞𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐   𝖔𝖓   𝖍𝖎𝖘   𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐   𝖆𝖓𝖉   𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖙,   𝖆   𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊   𝖔𝖓   𝖍𝖊𝖗   𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘,   𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖆𝖙   𝖍𝖎𝖘   𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙.   They   are   not   deep,   but   they   are   burning   red   now,   over   sweaty   skin   and   Doreah   traces   one   gently,   as   she   presses   her   chin   against   his   shoulder.   "Technically,   I   am   not   the   one   who   leaves.   It's   you.   Last   time   madame   caught   you   here   without   paying   you   ran   like   a   madman."   It   had   been   a   laughable   matter   to   her,   but   it   is   not   the   first   time   he   had   tried   to   sneak   into   her   rooms   without   paying,   when   the   night   is   dark   and   aother   clients   leave.   He   never   likes   hearing   her   with   other   patrons.  

"You   left   your   own   marks   too."   Doreah   said,   laughing   as   body   slumps   on   the   bed,   her   hands   tracing   one   over   her   neck   and   another   near   her   breast,   which   she   noticed   hwo   bond   he   is   of   them.   And   more.   He   is   not   particulary   gentle   as   a   lover,   more   the   warrior   than   the   sun   of   her   land   but   she   does   not   mind   the   pleasuing   pain   of   his   release.   "Such   a   brute."   And   the   lyseni   woman   kicks   him   gently   on   the   side   of   his   back,   before   she   takes   hold   of   the   sheets.

[zobriesdaria]

@athasliath asked: ❝ show me how to please you. ❞

𝖂𝖆𝖗   𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘   𝖜𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘   𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘   𝖍𝖚𝖘𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘   𝖆𝖓𝖉   𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖞   𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉   𝖇𝖊𝖉𝖘.   Hers   had   never   been   empty   for   long,   but   the   recent   abscence   of   her   husband   while   he   gathers   the   Riverlands   host   for   her   cause   has   here   miss   the   warmth   of   a   body   next   to   her.   The   Greyjoy   young   man   is   bold,   flirted   and   even   kissed   her   but   now   he   was   asking   for   something   entirely   else   and   she   cannot   help   but   to   smile   in   turn.   She   is   not   going   to   ask   how   he   made   way   to   his   chamber   unnoticed   as   Elinda   was   not   there,   perhaps   he   charmed   her   to   leave.  

"I'm   not   here   to   teach   you   how   to   please   a   woman.   If   you   want   to   share   my   bed,   you   should   know   how   to   already."   And   she   moves   to   the   edge   of   her   bed   and   sat   there,   watching   him.   Handsome   young   man,   but   perhaps   still   green   in   some   areas,   regardless,   he   does   seem   eager.   "Show   me   what   you   know.   And   then   I   will   make   my   judgement."

[zoklaanogar]

the letter shook in the greyjoy’s palms, shock and disbelief etched onto the man’s features. jon was . . dead? no- no, he couldn’t be . . could he? the letter had been official, coming from the mainland as theon stared down at it. he could feel the tears begin to well in his eyes as he began to crumple up the paper. hiss of breath fell past his lips as theon slammed the paper into the fireplace, hands clenching against sides as a year threatened to fall down his cheek.

“ he . . can’t be dead. how can jon be dead?! “ voice rose as it shook, blue eyes glancing back to the messenger as theon’s jaw clenched. “ does sansa know? arya? “ though the messenger could not responded, for even they did not know. sinking down into the chair, shaking hands ran through dark locks- exhaustion heavy on his shoulders as the man tried to suppress oncoming sobs. jon stark was dead, and no man could change that.

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[ungvargr]

the suggestion gives robb pause. did he really just suggest something like that. cheeks flush instantly , and his gaze snaps to the other young man with wide eyes with surprise. not that they haven't had such talks , but usually not in the feast hall where people could hear them. it's a crowded night , the feast hall filled with guests of his father , and while he knows it's expected of him to appear at the dinner , he'd really rather make a quick escape and run off for the evening. there's a quirk of his lip up in one corner. it's not a bad idea , had he not found himself caught off guard due to the local.

" maybe we should just kiss to break the tension. " @athasliath .

' i fear that my lips are not where the tension lies. ' he jests , looking around to make sure they didn't capture anyone's attention. the last thing he needed was someone thinking there was something robb was hiding. his siblings never really did know how to leave well enough alone. once he's certain that nobody's paying them any mind , he leaned forward , closer to his childhood best friend. ' did you have to say that so loud? ' he asked. that smirk still on his face , eyes flicking down to theon's lips , rolling his own now that he's thinking about it.

[rodulv]

@athasliath asked: ❛ i need you. please. i'll be quick. ❜ for sansa !

cheeks   are   fully   blushed   at   his   words,   how   hoarded   it   got   all   the   sudden   and   how   he   pleads   her.   a   maiden's   biggest   grace   was   their   virtue   and   while   he   is   not   asking   her   to   give   it   to   him,   he   is   regardless,   asking   her   to   experiment   with   him.   he   had   tasted   of   sea   and   salt   as   they   kissed   and   the   familiar   scent   of   the   woods   and   home   and   it   felt   delightful.   sansa   had   leaned   into   it,   even   when   his   body   pressed   against   her   own   and   his   legs   spread   hers   so   one   of   his   would   be   in   between   hers.  

she   was   almost   ashamed   at   how   good   it   all   felt.   "what   are   you   going   to   do?"   she   asks   half   worried,   his   hand   bundled   her   skirts   out   of   the   way   and   she   is   ashamed   at   the   wet   spot   on   her   smallclothes   that   he   can   now   see,   blue   eyes   shine   bright   at   him   in   turn.   "i   heard   of   something   lords   do   to   girls."

  would   he   do   that   to   her?   she   had   been   paying   attention   to   his   fingers   lately   too,   as   he   practiced   archery   and   she   wonder   about   them,   found   herself   blushing   at   the   thoughts   of   them   inside   her.   surely   that   would   not   ruin   her,   would   it?

[azmenka]

@athasliath says 📏 + 5’9 !

Poor boy never stood a chance, did he . . . ?

[kastadarias]

𝕿𝖍𝖊   𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓   𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘   𝖚𝖕   𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖕𝖘,   𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖍𝖚𝖑   𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘   𝖙𝖔𝖔   𝖇𝖚𝖙   𝖍𝖊   𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖘   𝖙𝖔   𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊   𝖚𝖕   𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓   𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘   𝖓𝖔𝖙   𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖙.   Eyes   look   upon   the   ironborn   and   smiles   softly,   a   simple   nod   for   him   to   enter.   Morghul   had   not   grown   that   much   ever   since   she   was   a   child   but   he   was   big   enough   for   her   to   ride   but   she   never   did,   for   her   husband   hated   the   sight   of   dragons   or   even   any   sound   that   came   from   them.   She   would   sneak   at   night   to   feed   him,   and   spend   time   with   him   but   seems   she   been   caught.  

"I   beg   you,   My   Lord,   do   not   tell   my   husband━━I   promise   my   intentions   are   not   to   deceive   him."   She   spoke   honestly,   scratching   behind   Morghul's   neck,   causing   the   dragon   to   produce   a   sound   alike   a   cat's   purr.   "It's   the   only   hour   I   am   allowed   to   see   Morghul   without   the   King's   displeasure."   But   the   king   never   truly   smiles,   or   seems   content.   Years   they   been   wed   and   there   was   a   need   for   them   to   produce   an   heir   now,   but   the   king   seems   to   avoid   her   all   together.  

She   remains   quiet   for   a   moment,   eyes   cast   down,   pink   gaze,   that   she   keeps   from   her   father,   looking   away,   almost   ashamed   to   ask.   "Do   you   think   the   King   would   kill   me   so   he   can   take   a   better   bride?" @athasliath

[drcanerys]

@athasliath asked: ❛ i can sit still no longer. i must act. ❜

𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞   𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬   𝐭𝐨   𝐫𝐮𝐧   𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡   𝐨𝐧   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭.   𝐛𝐞   𝐢𝐭   𝐨𝐟   𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐬𝐞𝐚   𝐢𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫   𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.   what   she   knows   of   the   greyjoys   is   all   but   tales   spoken   by   maesters   and   her   brother   so   she   is   wise   not   to   judge   much.   but   she   notes   that   staying   still   is   not   in   their   nature.   "it   would   be   wiser   if   you   remain   still   a   bit   longer,   Theon   Greyjoy.   we   will   have   a   moment   to   act   later."   daenerys   speaks   understanding   his   restlessness.

  ever   since   she   had   arrived   at   dragonstone   she   had   felt   it,   the   impending   need   to   go   to   king's   landing   and   reclaim   her   family's   seat,   the   voices   and   dreams   intensifying   with   the   time   she   spends   there,   now   that   the   war   in   the   north   was   over,   the   throne   was   left   to   be   fought   for.   but   people   want   her   to   use   the   dragons   when   the   same   reason   dragons   were   used   on   the   city   that   they   went   extinct.   "i'm   putting   you   at   the   command   of   the   fleet   while   your   sister   remains   absent,   I   cannot   spare   you   elsewhere."

[painrhyme]

@athasliath asked: ❛ you are my salvation. ❜

𝐛𝐮𝐭   𝐚𝐥𝐥   𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐝𝐢𝐝   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐢𝐧   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝.   𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝,   𝐡𝐞   𝐡𝐚𝐝   𝐛𝐞����𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐨𝐧𝐞   𝐭𝐨   𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞   𝐡𝐞𝐫.   while   other   lords   looked   the   other   way   and   knew   she   was   not   arya   stark   and   allowed   the   farse   to   continue,   theon   always   knew,   he   always   recognized   her   from   the   start.   and   whatever   had   been   left   of   the   boy   she   knew,   became   the   man   she   knew   he   would.   he   saved   her   life   in   the   process.   "I   did   nothing   but   remind   you   who   you   are.   and   you   did   the   same   to   me."   theon.   jeyne.   they   are   not   just   names,   they   are   who   they   are   and   she   will   call   him   by   his   name   until   he   no   longer   needs   her   to.

[kronulv]

@athasliath asked: ❛ how do you want me — spread out on the bed or up against the wall? take your pick. i don't mind. ❜ for robb 🫢

𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬   𝐡𝐞   𝐢𝐬   𝐧𝐨   𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫   𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠,   𝐢𝐬   𝐡𝐞   𝐧𝐨𝐭?   Robb   cannot   lie   and   say   he   hadn't   thought   of   this,   with   the   night   the   boys   shared   together,   noticing   one   another   as   they   grow   up   and   now,   in   the   midst   of   war,   in   a   camp   full   of   men,   it's   theon   who   he   seeks   when   he   wants   company.   ale   perhaps   makes   the   other   brave   as   they   lay   on   the   ground,   drunk   enough   to   know   this   is   the   ale   speaking   but   not   enough   to   be   aware   that   the   alcohol   makes   one   speak   true   things.   "i   would   have   you   both   ways   if   I   could."  

robb   speaks   in   a   whisper   then,   body   propped   so   he   was   now   looming   over   theon   and   one   of   his   legs   invades   the   space   between   the   other's,   bodies   seated   together   and   he   groans   in   turn   at   the   feeling.   "maybe   here   on   the   floor,   the   bed   might   make   too   much   noise   for   those   with   wandering   ears."   the   now   king   in   the   north   speaks   and   leans   down   to   study   theon   further   and   pressing   a   tentative   hand   to   the   man's   lower   lip,   plump   lip   against   his   lip,   watching   it   bounce,   his   mouth   suddenly   dry.   "i   would   have   your   mouth   on   me   first."

[northsborn]

@athasliath asked: “ i think it likes me touching your belly. ”

𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚    𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬    𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧    𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧    𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝    𝐨𝐧    𝐡𝐞𝐫    𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠    𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥��.    𝐈𝐭'𝐬    𝐧𝐨𝐭    𝐲𝐞𝐭    𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠    𝐛𝐮𝐭    𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞    𝐢𝐭    𝐭𝐨    𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧    𝐭𝐨    𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞    𝐢𝐭    𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬    𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡    𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.    The    babe    did    kicked    when    feeling    the    warm    of    theon's    hand    upon    her    skin    through    fabric    and    she    has    to    laugh.    "the    babe    likes    when    everyone    touches    their    belly.    they    do    love    attention,    i    wonder    why."    she    jest    in    turn,    eyes    looking    at    the    man    before    her,    in    a    little    tease. 

  "maybe    it's    contagious."    after    all    there    is    nothing    more    that    theon    seems    to    like    than    being    seen    and    noticed.    this    is    a    new    side    of    him    that    she    had    come    to    like,    the    way    he    cares    for    her    and    tries    to    keep    her    safe    as    well    pay    attention    to    the    growing    babe.    "but    in    this    winter,    careful,    your    hand    might    be    stuck    there."

[edrurysvejes]

𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐜    𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬    𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞    𝐨𝐧    𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧    𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐣𝐨𝐲    𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡    𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫.    𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧    𝐚𝐫𝐞    𝐚    𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞    𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭    𝐢𝐧    𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬    𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠,    𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬    𝐬𝐨    𝐢𝐧    𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩,    𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲    𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩    𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫    𝐠𝐨𝐝    𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭    𝐢𝐬    𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞    𝐭𝐨    𝐡𝐞𝐫    𝐚𝐧𝐝    𝐲𝐞𝐭,    𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲    𝐚𝐫𝐞    𝐚𝐥𝐥    𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝.    the    queen    looks    at    him    in    the    dim    light.    perhaps    he    is    there    to    take    dalton    greyjoy's    place,    who    rumors    had    it,    had    gone    to    her    sister's    side    upon    the    promise    of    blood    and    causing    terror.    @athasliath

"what    made    you    stay?"    she    asks    then,    her    voice    a    gentle    beaconing    whisper    that    he    can    hear    despite    the    quietness    around    them.    "the    iron    islands    are    safer    than    where    the    dragons    lay    dormant    and    fire    brews    upon    our    feet."    would    he    wish    to    be    burned    by    fire    then?    is    that    why    he    is    there?    so    much    sea    on    his    blood    and    he    wants    to    feel    the    weight    of    fire.

[zoklaanogar]

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jon is very generous with his partner , always thinking of their pleasure above his. he will see to it that the woman he’s with is left more than satisfied, and doesn’t entirely mind if he gets off or not. if need be, he can take care of himself later.

[ungvargr]

there's years of history between the two. years of growing together as brothers. chasing one another in the courtyard of the keep of winterfell. spending late nights unveiling inner secrets about one another. years spent learning to be men together. a brother just as much as jon , bran , and rickon ever were. someone he loved as family. the situation bringing theon to his family might have been lost on the boy who seemed only happy to have a friend his age ... but to him , that had been enough.

there was also enough to put up a guard around the young wolf that he never expected to. the war had taught him one thing for certain. anyone , could betray you. but this was theon. perhaps , that was why this was all so hard for the now young king to process in one sitting. there was much to process ... remembering the way his soul crumbled when he first heard word of his brother's supposed death. he'd never felt such betrayal in all his life.

❛   i never realized how much i needed you until you weren't there.  ❜ @athasliath .

yet , at the same time ... this was theon. the same boy he and his brothers had grown up with. and in the end , with his brothers in fact not dead , robb felt himself torn between what to do. most kings would send him to the wall , but he'd spent enough time away from him. and while he wasn't sure if he liked it or not ... he couldn't bring himself to send him away , or execute him.

' i share this sentiment with you , theon. you should have been at my side through it all. ' perhaps he would have been able to make robb see the signs before it had been too late. before he had narrowly escaped that trap with his life. perhaps , he could have prevented whatever had caused theon to feel the need to put such acts into place. ' and what happens now? what would you have me do? huh? ' his question is pointed , but it's obvious the king in the north is not yet done speaking. ' shall i send you back to the iron islands? perhaps send you to the wall? swear your sword to me? '

that last part sneaks out before he can stop himself? but it was out now. out in the open of the room they had closed up in to talk.

[lordsrot]

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