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@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.
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@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.
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@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."
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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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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.
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@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?
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@athasliath says 📏 + 5’9 !
Poor boy never stood a chance, did he . . . ?
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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
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@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."
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@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.
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@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."
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@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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
#♛ 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 // athasliath.#athasliath#let me know if this works or anything needs changing.#i had to answer this right away i was so excited!!!
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