#otp: ◢ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ◣

[telcxntar-a]

(▰˘◡˘▰)

            that’s all i have to say to that one tbh

[telcxntar-a]

“We’re both so stubborn.” - evxnstar

Pride and Prejudice Starters - Not Accepting          ——— @evxnstar

           ❝ — - Indeed we are, ❞ said he with a soft laugh, drawing her to him with the boldness of that love that burned so deeply in his heart. So many years ago, her father had gently denied his approach; out of his deep and undying respect for the Lord, he had bound himself to that word — but it also set within him a WILL to see the world put right again. 

           And now, under the waning light as the sun set golden over the reclaimed city, the new King of Men could be at ease at last. 

           ❝ But also, ❞ he whispered so low, catching her eyes with his before letting his gaze shift over the regrowing city — over the White Tree, newly blossomed and reaching new limbs toward the heavens — and he smiled.  ❝ Look where it has gotten us. I would take no fault in such accusation. ❞

[telcxntar-a]

❛ You were made to be kissed, often and well. ❜

Storm of Swords Starters - Accepting

             It was a soft smile offered at the words, quiet humor pulling at one corner of his mouth as the corners of his eyes wrinkled in fondness. 

             ❝ I am glad you think so after all these years. ❞ When she had first accepted his hand, he had been young; now, he was past eighty, and though while still far from old for his people — he was no longer the youthful man he had been, and there was a weight that he carried on his shoulders now and deepening lines that had not been there years past, grey hairs that found their way in both beard and hair. 

             Still, calloused fingers found her arm with a touch so gentle for one that could wield a sword with such precision and brutality; the smile softened, widened, and he drew her into a kiss that spoke of much — a love that ran deeper than any ocean, that burned brighter than any star, and when he drew away there was a depth to his eyes that was tragedy and love at once. For what could an exile King offer one such as she?

                 ❝ One could say much the same of you. ❞

[telcxntar-a]

-waddles over and falls onto-

             ❝ Ci bain sui i Anor a in elin, meleth nín, ❞ the King uttered with a quiet laugh, neatly concealing any discomfort from the less-than-graceful motion.