#lady absinth

[whispersobliviate]

Ferdinand Keller , Lady Absinth (1901)

[stigmatam4rtyr]

Lady Absinth (1901, oil on canvas) | Ferdinand Keller

[illustratus]

Lady Absinth (Arcade, Avenue of Sighs)

by Ferdinand Keller

[headless-horsepossum]

I took a class in college called Victorian Sensation Fiction where we read essentially Trashy Popular Fiction from the Victorian Era for exactly this reason. I recommend Lady Audley's Secret for being actually very readable and fun and Wormwood for being truly the most unhinged shit you've ever read

i do think theres something sad about how largely only the literature that's considered especially good or important is intentionally preserved. i want to read stuff that ancient people thought sucked enormous balls

[grantaroseforthedead]

i am fucking drunk in this fucking samhain night…

update 1.11.24: i did not remember how i fell asleep last night, it tastes like my brain shut herself up in a second or two with the lights on.

[luminous-void]

Ferdinand Keller, Lady Absinth, 1901

[thequietones111]

I need an AU where Auror Harry accidentally time travels and ends up in Post-Grindelwald timeline where he sees Tom Riddle struggle after leaving Hogwarts and just generally observes how done Tom Riddle is with his scholarship debt, retail job and still going strong on his dark Lord stick and Harry is just like. "Yeah, I feel you." Cause his own time after the war just sucked and it is post WWII so its far from sunshine and rainbows and he just casually becomes an observer of Tom Riddle being self destructive and goes "Baby no. Let me show you how to cope." And casually mentors a literal snakepit with the patience of a god - or rather a washed up head auror who doesnt give a shit anymore. Like fuck you lady magic I'm not gonna do this all over again I'mma go and get drunk with that emotionally constipated twink that thinks he is big shit and let him have a good rage-crying fit whilst spoonfeeding him absinthe.

Yes I think I need that.

[astra-ravana]

Working With Lilith

The First Woman

Enn: "Renich Viasa Avage Lilith Lirach"

Rank: Lady/Queen

Colors: Black, purple, blood red, megenta, dark pink, gold, silver, dark grey

Herbs: Lotus, lily of the valley, jasmine, hibiscus, cinnamon, rose, frankincense, belladonna, amber, saffron, mistletoe, henbane, myyrh, dragon's blood, juniper, bittersweet, datura, mugwort, nettle, rosemary, vanilla, jezebel root, wormwood, foxglove

Crystals: Moonstone (especially black), strawberry quartz, opal, amethyst, ruby, topaz, rainbow obsidian, stichtite, aquamarine, diamond, garnet, onyx, nuummite, iolite, lepidolite, rhodonite, carnelian, charoite, labradorite, lavender quartze

Element: Air/fire/spirit

Planet: Moon/Pluto/Venus

Zodiac: Aquarius (Scorpio)

Metal: Silver

Tarot: The High Priestess, the Devil

Direction: East, North

Dates: February 25th - March 2nd

Day: Friday

Animals: Snakes, owls, cats, bats, spiders, goats, crows and ravens

Domains: Empowerment abd healing of women, feminine mysteries, protection of women and children, sexuality, sex magick, divination, baneful magick, uncrossing and purification, necromancy, astrology, wealth, familiars, justice, confidence, self-esteem, independence, ending gossip and slander, reconciliation, cleansing auras, defensive magick, spiritual healing, ancient knowledge, channeling, telepathy, astral travel, mediumship, kundalini activation, scrying, black mirror work, revenge against men, honoring our femininity

Offerings: Absinthe, blood (especially menstrual blood), sexual fluids/acts/expression, bones, flowers, blades, feathers, eggs, pomegranates, chocolate, poisonous plants, wine

Sigils:

[nevver]

Lady Absinth, Ferdinand Keller X Sung Hwa Kim

[undertheorangetree]

Urgency

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Warnings: MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female reader. Possessive/jealous sex. Against a wall lmao. Vaginal fingering. Mild exhibitionism. Reader is purposely riling him up. He calls her a whore but in a fun way.

Author’s Note: You can find the full fic on AO3 the link is below plz feel free to let me know what you think :))

The queen had spared no expense on her son’s nameday, that much is clear the moment she walks into the hall. Perhaps Prince Aegon had been involved in his own party planning as well, as there are flagons upon flagons of wine, ale, cider, and even a few vials of absinthe lining the walls of the great hall alongside all the mountains of food. It is the first party that she has experienced since marrying Prince Aemond six moons passed and she doubts she will ever see anything so extravagant ever again. She does not think even her wedding compared to this, with all the finery and gold and jewels that seem to be everywhere her turns.

She too had done her best to dress up for the occasion. She had been gifted a beautiful Lysene gown two moons ago, a pretty blue thing made of silk and chiffon, full of layers and very low cut. It showed off far more of her breast than she is used to and is too thin to wear a shift beneath. She had been unsure about it at first but now that she stood amongst all the lords and ladies of the court, she feels as though she fits right in. And besides, she has other plans for this gown besides simple fashion.

Her husband has been ignoring her. She does not know if he truly noticed it himself, but she had seen little and less of him these past few weeks. Running countless errands with the excuse of duty, squeezing in training and dragonriding whenever he is given space enough to breath. She thinks she has only really seen him when he collapses in their bed at night, pressing a tired kiss to her cheek before falling asleep just as his head hits the pillow. There has been no time allotted for her and though she does not blame him for it- she had noticed rather quickly that he has a tendency to be very one track minded- she will not allow for it to stand any longer.

So she had decided to wear her new blue dress to show him just what he has been missing out on. To remind him that his wife is young and beautiful and here and needed more from him than a half mumbled goodnight.

And, much to her delight, he seems to notice immediately. She watches elated as his eye widens almost comically at her approach, roving over her as if he can’t quite believe that she’s real. It is not difficult to ignore him as he has her, instead making her way to stand before Aegon. She wishes him a happy nameday, endures the drunken, lazy smile he gives her as he assures her it is a very happy day indeed, before skirting around the table to sit by Aemond’s side. She does not deign to look at him, staring straight ahead at the crowd before them, and lets out a heavy sigh. His eye had been boring into the side of her face but it darts down then, watches as her breasts rise and fall with her breath, and she suppresses the urge to look too smug.

Aemond has always been good at keeping himself composed and so she expected him to have more resolve, to sit and stare for only the Gods know how long while he quietly seethed. So she is almost surprised when she feels his hand close around the back of her chair, leaning in close only a few moments after she has sat down.

“What are you wearing?” he manages to ask, grit out between clenched teeth.

She smiles, doing what she can to seem oblivious as she turns to look at him, head tilted. “Do you like it? I wasn’t sure which one to wear but my maid and I narrowed it down to this and the purple dress from Qarth. Do you remember it? Should I have worn that one instead?”

The question is rhetorical, as he knows very well which dress she is talking about. An ambassador from the Free Cities had arrived with a whole host of gifts for the royal family, including two massive crates filled with dresses for herself and Helaena. The pretty Lysene dress she wore now had been among them, along with gowns from Bravvos, Meereen, Essos, and the like. She had forced Aemond to sit and watch as she tried them all on, the latest fashions from all over the eastern world. The purple Qartheen dress had been particularly memorable to him as there was only enough fabric in the bodice to cover one breast, the other bared entirely. He had deemed the show over at that point and had fucked her against the wall to show his appreciation for the gown.

She bites her lip to suppress a grin when his face flushes red at the memory, his knuckles gone white around the knife’s handle in his hand. She swears she can hear the wood creak under his grip on her seat as well and doesn’t think she would be surprised if it cracked under his hand.

Her head cocks in the opposite direction as she hums, wordless encouragement to answer her previous question, but she isn’t entirely sure he is listening to her anymore. His eye has darted down again, tracing along the lines of her gown and she indulges him, pushing her chest out a little farther. It is almost funny, how she has reduced him to this. He almost reminds her of Aegon in this moment, a comparison she knows he would loathe. And though it is unkind and she knows that she should keep her torture confined to this alone, she want to see how far she can push him. It has been weeks-three, to be exact- since they had an intimate moment alone together and her patience for abstinence has worn thin. If this is her moment to ensure that her husband’s attention is on her entirely, then she is going to leap at it.

She does not have to wait long for her first opportunity to present itself. Lord Erwin Lannister, some second or third cousin off the main branch of the family tree, has come forward to offer good tidings and the moment he is done with Aegon, he sets his sights on her. Despite the fact that Aemond is practically limp across her lap, little Lord Lannister approaches with his head held high, offering them both a polite bow. The way he takes in her gown, however, is anything but polite, eyes hungry as he stares.

“My lady, it would be an honour to have your first dance of the evening, if you would indulge me.”

Aemond’s mouth twists immediately. “I would think that honour should go to the lady’s husband, should it not?”

The confidence Lord Erwin had arrived with falters at her husband’s tone, but she is not about to allow this opportunity to pass her by. Not without putting up some kind of fight.

“But you’ve been so busy, my love,” she laments, pressing a loving hand to his chest. “You should rest. I’m sure my Lord Lannister would be more than happy to dance with me, would you not, my lord?”

“Of course, my lady,” Lord Erwin agrees, likely far faster than he should have.

She graces the young lord with a smile before turning to press a kiss to Aemond’s cheek. She flits away quickly, standing and joining Lord Erwin on the floor. It takes everything in her not to look back at him, not to revel in the way he is surely seething at the loss of her attention.

Luck continues to be on her side, as the dance the musicians are playing requires her to stand quite close to Lord Erwin. The dance is one she knows well, so she does not need to think as she follows the steps. Instead, she dares to glance toward Aemond as she dances around the young lord, hardly paying him any mind as she watches her husband. She does not think Lord Erwin minds, as he is staring at her chest so single mindedly she does not think he would hear her should she speak to him. Aemond’s gaze is even more intense. His eye is trained on her as if he cannot bare to turn away, his mouth twisted and face drawn in a way she can’t quite describe. She recognizes the rage in his eye when it shifts from her to Lord Erwin, face hardening further, and she turns to face her partner.

“Are you enjoying the fete, my lord?” She asks, keeping her voice low so that there is no risk of Aemond hearing.

Despite his initial confidence, he looks almost shocked that she is speaking to him now and has to take a moment before responding, likely trying to decipher what it is she has just said. “Yes, my lady. Are you?”

She presses a little closer to him as the dance requires, eyes darting up to catch sight of Aemond and his clenched jaw before she turns back to the young lord and smiles. “Oh, yes. I am enjoying it immensely.”

She dances four more dances with separate partners before Lord Erwin returns, his confidence returning now that he believes Aemond will not be storming in to throw him aside. And Aemond does not turn away from her the entire time, his eye boring into her so fiercely she thinks it would cause anyone else to shy away. But not her. Instead, it takes everything in her to keep her smirk at bay, chest light as pride bursts through her.

“If I may be so bold, my lady, you look particularly beautiful this evening. Is this a new dress?” Lord Erwin asks, eyes once again locked on her chest.

“It is, my lord. Thank you. It is my husband’s favourite, I think.”

Though Lord Erwin opens his mouth to respond, a voice cuts him off before he can, a rough hand clasping around her elbow. “We’re going to retire for the evening.”

Lord Erwin is forgotten immediately as she turns toward her husband, smiling politely. “We have barely been here an hour, husband. Surely it is poor manners to leave so soon.”

“We’re leaving,” he repeats, much more stern this time.

Read the rest here :)

[lalathemediterraneanmermaid]

What do ikevill suitors smell like? PT.1

Hi little robins, I'm back with the "What do ___ suitors smell like?" series, Ikemen Villains edition. A promise is a promise so, here we have our favourite villanous boys. Let's discover the perfumes that our silly little cursed ones are most likely to wear. This is not entirely accurate - it's only based on their routes information and the vibe each boy gives me. Btw, this time I tried to put the same amount of perfumes on each boy.

William Rex

Our King of Hearts, The Self-Righteous Monarch, The King of Villains. As charming as he is ruthless. He wants people to express themselves. Eyes as red as his flags that will have you doing exactly what he wants. You can't fix him... But if you let him, he can absolutely make you worse. “Strip it all off… and fall into the darkness with me." He definitely smells intoxicating, almost like tempting you to fall into a dark world of sweet, poisonous sin.

Notes: Rose, strawberry, absinthe, incense, leather, patchouli, oud, amber and violet.

Perfumes he might like:

La Fille de Berlin - Serge Lutens - His favourite

Fate Man - Amouage

Back to Black - By Killian

Parfum Sacré - Caron

Noir Aphrodisiaque - By Killian - He layers this one with "La Fille de Berlin" when he goes out with you.

Portrait of a Lady - Frederic Malle

Harrison Gray

The Easygoing & Popular Lying Fox. The sweet-addicted book-lover. “I have the curse of the Lying Fox. You shouldn’t trust me so easily.” Shhh, you have a heart of gold. "With you, I can walk through the darkness forever... Because you are my sun.” Told you. He is just a silly playful fox who loves to tease you as much as he loves sweets and books. In his route he is always throwing minty caramels at us and eating sugar. So it feels safe to say that he smells like mint and sweets on top of a soft and woody base.

Notes: Heavy mint, bergamote, green apple, Tea leaves, lily of the valley, cardamom, light vanilla, cedarwood and white musk.

Perfumes he might like:

Eau de Minthé - Diptyque

Moscow mule - Juliette Has A Gun

Under the Lemon Trees - Maison Margiela

Herba Fresca - Guerlain

Wild Mint & Lavandin - Molton Brown - His favourite

White Jasmine & Mint - Jo Malone

Liam Evans

"Curiosity killed the cat. I wonder what'll end up killing me..." Our catboy depressed kitty. My precious boy. The Stage-Star. Someone who'll shower you in roses one moment and stab someone for you the next. That's love. He shines as bright as a star, charming those who see him without effort, he will do anything to win your praise, only yours. This sweet pookie smells like a field of flowers under the rain with a base of soft, sweet and warm vanilla.

Notes: Vanilla, pink pepper, violet leaves, cedarwood, jasmine, sandalwood, grey amber, musk and modern roses.

Perfumes he might like:

Daim Blond - Sarge Lutens

Grand Soir - Maison Francis Kurkdjian

Rose 31 - Le Labo

Spiritueuse Double Vanille - Guerlain - His favourite

Vanilla Cake - Montale

Velvet Vanilla - Mancera - He layers this one with "Spiritueuse Double Vanille" whenever he is going to see you.

Victor

The Man shrouded in mystery. The eccentric Crown's mom leader. Oh Rapunzel, let down your hair. I definitely need his hair routine, and probably you too. I don't know what else to say about him, I love this man more than I love myself. "Now, give into the darkness of your wicked heart" Whatever you want my dear. I feel like he is the "touch her and you die" type of boyfriend. A real provider. He even BAKES. And likes MAGIC TRICKS. AND HE DANCES!!!! Tell me something he can't do, I'll wait, and if you find something, I'll fight you. Anyways, back to the perfumes. He gives me the vibe of a gentleman with a luxurious and complex scent. I can feel warm, woody and sweet with some spice on top of a soft base.

Notes: Bergamot, black pepper, cinnamon, sandalwood, rose, oud, vanilla and amber.

Perfumes he might like:

Bois d'Armenie - Guerlain

Royal Oud - Creed

Interlude Man - Amouage - His favourite

Gentleman - Givenchy

Herod - Parfums de Marly

Orphéon - Diptyque

Roger Barel

He is called "The Egotistical Former Doctor" but it seems like those arms are in the middle, because I can't see the "egoistical" part. "He is selfish and has no regard for his own interests", okay, maybe he is a bit egoistical but... "The Queen's Cursed Forces, huh? No better research subjects than that.” We get it boy, you really want to study them so bad, and I volunteer as a tribute. As said, he is a doctor, so he is surrounded by chemicals, medicines and medicinal herbs, so he definitely like that, something aromatic and some spices. Since one of his hobbies is sampling imported beer, I thin we can all agree that he may smell also like alcohol and liqueur. He is manly, and so, he smells manly.

Notes: Black pepper, eucalyptus, thyme, liqueur, cedarwood, lavender, incense, leather and sandalwood.

Perfumes he might like:

Tam Dao - Diptyque

Terre d'Hermès - Hermès

Habit Rouge - Guerlain

The Cobra and The Canary - Imaginary Authors

Green Irish Tweed - Creed

Epic Man - Amouage - His favourite

Forest Lungs - The Nue Co.

Alfons Sylvatica

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all? The Hedonistic Thrill Seeker. Don't let all his eloquent smooth-talking fool you, he has an skilled and scheming tongue. "Greetings, Miss Robin. Would you care to indulge in a dream with me today?" As elusive as a phantom, he prioritises ephemeral pleasures above everything else. Perpetually dishonest, he'll play you for a fool… and with you like a toy… Although he has already seduced me, and probably all the robins reading this, I still feel like there's something wrong with this man. We really know nothing about him, he is presented as seductive and mysterious, but I can feel that's just the surface of the lake, in the depths there seems to be a profound loneliness and sadness. What makes me feel like this is his last name. "Sylvatica" comes from the cientific name for the "forget-me-not" flowers (Myosotis sylvatica). This blue little flowers represents true love. A symbol of fidelity and being truthful to someone you love. So yes, he might be a player, but with lots of issues in his soul, and, beacuse of that, I think he may smell seductive but drained down, with lots of sadness. Like a field of forget-me-not flowera drenched in rain water.

Notes: Forget-me-not, violets, herbs, aquatic and ozonic notes, vetiver, incense, leather, amber, vanilla and cedarwood.

Perfumes he might like:

Un Jardin Sur Le Nil - Hermès

Gypsy Water - Byredo

Lys 41 - Le Labo

Avignon - Comme des Garçons

Aoud Leather - Montale

The Language Of Glaciers - Imaginary Authors - His favourite

And here it ends pt.1!!! Stay tuned for pt.2 my loves. See you all little robins.

[xphaiea]

Ferdinand Keller, Lady Absinth, 1901

[nixie-writes]

I love love love that trope where a normally gentle/sweet character does a 180 when their loved one is in trouble. If requests are open could I request how Blitz, Stolas, and Verosika would react their s/o suddenly becoming a badass to defend them?

I love writing for Verosika but I never get requests for her. I'm so happy someone requested her.

Blitz

-you were with him on a mission and Millie and Moxxie were off doing their couples' stuff. You and Blitz skipped on joining, preferring to get some work out of the way.

-you were on the prowl after your target when police officers approached you two, asking unnecessary questions. You tried to make them buzz off but Blitz made a snarky remark and was tazed.

-seeing Blitz be put down like that ignited a spark in you. You pulled out your small dagger and leaped onto the first cop you could reach, digging your knife into his collarbone and scraping bone. He cried out and shoved you off but he was incapacitated by his wound.

-the other cop rounded on you and you swirled down his leg, slicing his Achilles's heel on both legs, dropping him on his ass. You stood up, blood clotting your clothes and pulled out your gun. Aiming it between both cops' foreheads you warned them to fuck off or meet the end of your barrel. They scurried away, one being half carried by the other.

-you turned to Blitz, checking him over. He assured you he's had much worse, like when Dhorks caught him and Moxxie, and was fine but you still worried. He complimented how well you handled yourself and told you he wanted to see more of that in the future.

Stolas

-you were his personal guard during one of the parties his wife, Stella, was throwing. You knew it was wrong to be with a married man but what they didn't know couldn't hurt them, right? Not like their marriage wasn't arranged from the beginning.

-that said, you were by his side through the night as he got shit faced. He chugged Absinthe and danced with you sloppily, getting a little too close to Stella for comfort.

-when Stolas left to use the restroom Stella approached you. "The fuck do you think you're doing with my husband?!" she demanded. You shrugged. "Enjoying your party?" you feigned innocence. It was at this point Stolas arrived back from the restroom.

-"Stella, you're being paranoid. I'm just having fun with my body guard. Go gossip with your lady friends." you were shocked by how brutally blunt Stolas was with his wife and it didn't bode well with her. Lifting an arm she snarled, rearing up on him. "You think I'm naive Stolas? You don't think I see you with your new toy?" she tossed her hand to land a slap across Stolas' cheek but it never hit his face.

-instead you took the slap to your own face, pushing Stolas behind you. "Stella I have been nothing but polite to you but if you're going to be the whiniest bitch I've ever met there's plenty of dirty laundry I can air about you." you threatened, never looking away from her angry glare. After an intense staring contest she snorted and tore her wrist from your hand. "Whatever, you pathetic body guard. You win tonight." with that she left, grabbing a glass of wine as she walked away.

-Stolas thanked you immensely for your intervention and you insisted you were just doing your job, but admitted you hated seeing your man being abused by his wife. He waved it off, she never got out of hand with him, but you made him promise to tell you if she ever needed to be straightened out again.

Verosika

-as another bouncer at one of Verosika's clubs your job was to make sure only the right people entered her parties. You let in most who arrived as they were on the list but one hound showed up who wasn't on the list and refused to leave.

-he insisted you let him in, telling you he was Verosika's biggest fan. You calmly told him you couldn't let him in because he wasn't on the list. He got angrier and stormed past you into the party. You were unable to stop him before he reached Verosika.

-he angrily asked her why she didn't put him on her list. She told him that she wasn't required to do as he asked and her party was exclusively for good friends.

-it was as he reared back to pounce on her that you jumped him, wrapping an arm around his esophagus and choking him to the floor. You held a knee on his spine as you cuffed him and dragged him outside, kicking his ass out.

-Verosika made a public announcement thanking you for getting rid of the heckler and for the first time, announced you as her partner.

-"I'd like to thank my wonderful partner [Y/N] for getting rid of that nasty hound! This party was saved thanks to them, give 'em a hand!"

[ultralightpoe]

The Absinthe- Aemond Targaryen

Writers Note: Sup

Warning: A lil steamy. They drink absinthe

Word Count: 2036

Description: Part 2 to THE COURT 

There were many games Aemond liked playing with you. Charades after you drank too much wine, poker (he had learned from Aegon nearly always won, using your mothers pearls as chips), hide and seek, and he especially loved the game of making you nervous. There was something addicting in the fast beating of his heart whenever you showed signs of being flustered around him. 

But this new game you were playing with him was not something he enjoyed. Not in the slightest. It had been three weeks since it began, which was torture since he figured out what you were doing the first day. 

You were avoiding him. No, worse, you were completely ignoring his existence. You wouldn’t even look in his direction, your face never showed any hint of difference whenever he was announced into the room. And he had been announced a lot, considering he was all but stalking you. 

He had servants listening in, reporting your every move so he knew where you were and who you were with, and he found himself surrounded by his worst enemies quite often these days. The younger court members. 

That’s how he found himself sitting between Bela Baratheon and her older brother Gran Baratheon, his spine so tight he thought it might snap as he stared at you sitting across from him. You were giggling at something Claris Tully had said, Miriam holding her nose to hide a snort. 

It had been made clear to him that you were closest to those two females, which eased his worries about where he stood a bit for they seemed to be the lowest on the grade for the Court. Bela had already made many snide comments about Claris’ weight that you seemed to ignore, and everytime you defended your friend Aemond felt his chest lighten because it was a whole new aspect. 

You had always been ready for a fight when it came to him. Eager to defend your closest friend, apart of the reason he fell in love with you in the first place. He had always loved it when it was just the two of you against everything. 

But then something changed and it was clear you wanted something more, and he didn’t know how to act. He was terrified, because it seemed like you were growing up and he didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to be left behind. 

At first he blamed your mother, he knew she was the main problem when you started dressing like one of them, with the corsets and skirts. But he was the one that fully pushed you into their arms, he had told you to go to a brothel. Sneered it, hurt you without any hesitation, and they had been there to pick you up. 

“What do you think……Prince Aemond?” Bela asks, snapping her fingers to catch his attention away from where he had been staring at you. 

“I think many things.”

“So you are in?” 

“In?”

“In for the Dragons Flame?” She smiles, leaning in so her chest was against his shoulder. He risked a glance to you, still sat between the other two but this time you held a goblet in your hands and were staring into the contents with a grim face. 

“The Dragons Flame?”

“Absinthe darling prince.” Bela giggles, handing him a goblet. 

“We shouldn’t-” And just like that you were downing yours, gulping it so loud the others giggled and followed suit. A wave of panic crashed over him as he watched and they all looked to him, waiting with raised brows. Everyone but you. 

“Cheers to Lady Y/n.” He mumbles before downing his own. 

He had known it was time. 

It had been 10 years of having you to himself and suddenly his best friend was ready to go out into the world. But he was no fool, not like his father. He recognized a problem when he saw it. It was him. 

You were absolutely stunning, there was no reason for you not having suitors, in fact they should have been lined outside the Red Keeps gates begging. He would beg, if you wanted him to. But who would want to marry the girl that was friends with the beast. 

It was your name day, your fucking name day and he wanted to spend it with you. But first he had to make himself the bad guy. 

“Lady Y/n? No, I’d choose a donkey over her. Took me years to get her to leave me alone.” The words tasted like acid, and the truth was he was desperate for every second you gave him. 

They laughed and shoved his shoulder in a playful manner, Aemond doing his best to remain cool. This was for you. Fuck, you had taken to wife lessons, this needed to be done.

“But I do believe she finds one of you quite fit.” He smiles, doing his best to play insightful and gossipy. 

“Aemond- Prince-” He snaps awake to Bela above him, a wide smile spreading across her face, widening into her hairline. So wide she could probably eat him like a snake. 

“You seemed to be talking in your sleep-” She’s cackling now, and he feels like he is on a boat. But wasn’t he on a couch before? 

He had been across from you on the - WHERE WERE YOU?! The couch was completely empty, he sat up so quickly his head smashed into Belas. Both of them gave a grunt of pain as he struggled to remove her from where she sat on his chest and stand. “Where did Lady Y/n go?” 

“Oh, the sweet prince wants to look for the darling damsel-” She rolls her eyes, sinking to the floor and fixing her corset. No, not fixing, she was untying it. Shit, was the painting coming alive. 

IT WAS. He had to find you fast. 

Not risking another glance to the Baratheon girl he runs to find you. He went to the first place he would go in a time like this, trying to catch his breath as he raced through the halls. 

A sharp feeling of pain in his chest as his boots clomped through.

“Have you seen Lady Y/n?” He asks his mother, two days after your name day. The first day you were gone he was sure it was just you sleeping off the wine from your night, but the second day he was anxious to find you. 

“Oh yes, she and her mother joined Helaena and I for breakfast.” Alicent hums, looking over her husband's sand sculptures, tracing her fingers along it. “I felt so guilty about missing the festivities of her name day.”

“Did she say anything about-”

“Oh dear.” His mother cuts him off, picking up a sculpture of a dragon that was hidden in the center, looking at the chipped wing. 

“I was thinking of calling upon her today-”

“She has something with the Baratheon boy today. I believe he is courting her.” Aemond tried not to think about the churning feeling in his gut as he heard this. This was good.

The doors to the library were heavier than normal in his current state and for a moment he almost gave up because if he couldn’t open it then why would you be able to. But then he realized the doorknob had an actual use and the heavy oak swung out from under him, sending him sprawling to the floor. 

There was a shark scream from under one of the tables and he found himself launching to his feet, knife in hand as he searched for you. “Y/N?! WHERE ARE YOU?!” 

He traced along the floor silently, waiting to find you. He made it to the back walls when a hand snatched at his ankle and he whipped to find your wrist covered in a bracelet he had given you, peering out at him softly. 

“Aem, hurry hide.” You whispered, pulling his leg and he was all too happy to join you under the table, pulling you into his lap and hugging you tightly and caressing your hair. 

“What’s wrong pretty one?” He whispers as you look around.

“Aegon-”

“Did my brother harm y-” You cut off his growl with a finger on his lips, shaking your head. 

“Aegon the first. He….. he’s here.” Right, the drink. You were seeing things too. 

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” He whispers, grabbing your chin to pull your face to his own. “It’s not real. Aegon the first king is long behind in history.”

“Aemond I saw him. He was limping and he looked like a corpse-” You sob and he feels a sting of embarrassment as he realizes. 

“That was just my father.” 

“I know your father-”

“You haven’t seen him in a while. Just as you haven’t seen me.” He bites out, trying not to look at you. 

“If it upset you then you should have gone and seen the donkeys.” You snip, moving to crawl out of his lap. He snatches you in a tight grip, not allowing you to abandon him as he processes your words. 

“Is that why you have been ignoring me?”

“You said it.”

“And you believed me?”

“What was I supposed to believe?!”

“You would honestly believe that? That I would choose a donkey over you when you are all I could ever fantasize about. My deepest desires surround your every move and you believe I think so lowly of you.”

“Don-”

“I have never known you to be daft, so why be so now?” He sneers, grabbing your jaw on both sides and pulling you so your noses were touching. “You needed suitors, I made it so you would get them.”

“I didn’t want suitors!”

“THEN WHAT DID YOU WANT?!”

“YOU!” You scream, and it falls silent for a moment after, both your chests rising and falling faster than ever as he keeps a firm clutch on your jaw. Then within a moment the world explodes. 

He drags your lips against his, hungry to taste you, practically moaning when you kiss back. Your teeth scrape, tongues fight for room as he pulls you further into his lap, one hand traveling down to your back as the other pushes into your hair to pull your face closer. 

This was heaven. This was everything he’d ever wanted. 

You moan loudly and he finally pulls back harshly to catch his breath, looking at you with wide eyes as you stare back at him. 

“Y/n i’m sorry-”  Then you were there again, this time biting down on his lip as you kissed him, pulling him as close as you could, there was a small amount of blood drawn as you absorbed into each other. 

Each break you took was used to gasp for air before you would be brought back into him, both of you starting to move against each other quickly. Guttural moans were slipping through his lips as you moved against him, his hands tightening on your corset, desperate to get it off you and see you.

You both freeze at the sound of tearing fabric, a small giggle escaping you making a smile break out on aemonds face. He was desperate to make you smile and laugh over and over. 

He was just about to pull you in once more when a scream cut in, Aemond diving to cover you as a guard snatched his arm. He is dragged out from under the table but keeps a firm hold on you, keeping you close as Ser Criston Cole glares at him. 

“Hands off her immediately.” He sneers as the door behind them all opens, a choked sob coming from his mother as his grandfather leads her in to the room.

“Not before she gets something to cover her-”

“Hands off the whore-”

“SER COLE.” Alicent snaps, pushing past him to wrap her arms around you.

“This is a true problem.” Otto sneers, glaring at both. “You fool.”

“Do not blame the boy. This was obviously a trap set by the-”

“We will marry.” Aemond snaps, looking to you, the absinthe beginning to make him sick. Or maybe that was just nerves. “Tonight.”

[withnailrules]

Lady Absinth (Arcade, Avenue of Sighs) by Ferdinand Keller, 1901

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'' Feel the weight of the Martyr It could all be yours, if you echo birds of prey. traitor cut down the altar It could all be yours, Vultures circling the flame. ''

Felt the sudden and overwhelming desire to blow a ton of money on a new G1, so I got Petrichor, and I needed a morally ambiguous lady exorcist to match Absinthe's whole deal, so she's that now.

Utterly insane about this color matching btw, Stained you will always be That Girl.