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biting you biting you biting you
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@sinfyre asked: everything’s better with some wine in the belly. / for viserys i house of the dragon starters .
the comment almost passes him by. his mind is not as sharp as it once used to and he is often more tired than not. once he registers the words, a sharp laugh escapes his lips, so unusual to the casual and all too polite smiles he has to offer his advisors when they try to scheme their way into his council.
"ah, daemon." and the man realizes his mistake in that quick moment. the comment was so alike that of his younger brother he is taken aback. eyes shift forward and focus on the present, his son, standing before him and viserys let the smile linger, although it holds all the troubles in the king's mind and what the future holds for his family.
they are all too apart, and the man wish they were by his side, united. his unclothed hand move to hold aegon's wrist, reassurance in his grip. "you reminded me of my brother for a second, son. but you are quite right." a cough or two, as his hand shift to offer the younger man a seat beside him. "come, pour us a cup and ask whatever you wish to ask."
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@sinfyre : ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this. ❜ (prompts)
"do you plan to be sober enough to speak to me any time this year?" alicent's voice holds no anger, rather it is overcome with a penetrating exhaustion. attempting to have any kind of conversation with aegon has become an exercise in patience, even more so now than when he'd been a child. and the queen's patience, abundant as it is required to be, is not infinite. and she's attempting to keep the fire that kindles itself in her chest from sparking into an inferno. "perhaps you will manage when i'm on my deathbed? or will you not even spare me that kindness at death's door?" she stands expectantly across the room, hands folded over her stomach, and as she does she can't help but frown at the darkness circling his eyes and the redness that makes the pink of his irises appear sickly. concern overtakes frustration then. "did you sleep at all last night?"
#sinfyre#not pictured: alicent taking a breath so deep her right lung just collapsed#she will fight his angst but only after checking to make sure he's not dying first#IC. (answered)
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a little kiss on the cheek for auntie rhea. 😙
❝ hello, little prince, ❞ her heart aches — even though rhea wills it not to be. she does not think about the child she could never have, even if it had meant that any babe born from her lord husband's seed would no doubt, at a point, be used as nothing but tools in a much larger scheme. she does not think that it would've been enough if they were simply alive, despite the hardship and the ache of living would cause - because then it wouldn't be fair. because then, it would only invite the sort of sadness rhea knows she cannot simply shut and erode away.
so she does not think of those, but simply smile at the young prince's antics. his skin is pale, though his cheeks are plumped red from — presumptuously — the wind of the vale. rhea dares the back of her hand to swipe against it, gently, wiping away the traces of powdered sugar from where rhea had assumed came from the sweet breads of vendors who are obviously eager to please the little royal. by her side, of course, queen alicent remains, while the royal nursemaids are not far behind. rhea would not be so daring were they not here.
❝ are you enjoying the fest then ? ❞
@sinfyre / random asks
#sinfyre#ummm ?? do not challenge her Motherhood Instincts ?#excuse u ??#this is an offense#criminal. offense.#BRONZE BITCH: ANSWERED.
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put my son’s head back on his shoulders & we’ll talk.
well
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@sinfyre SC.
" watch your tongue, W H E L P. " the princess warns, coldness in violet eyes as she lowers herself T O W A R D S the boy, so that her low tone can be heard C L E A R L Y by him.
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the salty af munday meme / ACCEPTING / @sinfyre / ☢ What fads/trends are you so over?
Umm, it's not really a fad or trend now because it's just become ingrained...sadly. Just like over complicating the format of writing with different characters, ridiculous spaces, abusing italics and bold. It's a no from me. Makes my head hurt. I cannot focus on all that. And it's something that people get really anxious about too if their formatting looks wrong. Like, it's not a big deal. What is a big deal is that it prevents some people from reading your text in the first place. But we're still not acknowledging that in rpc I guess.
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are you my mummy
@sinfyre idk we'll have to read the book and find out.
#sinfyre#STOP MAKING ME MAKE SHIT EDITS#i laughed my way through the entire 30 seconds this took me#large image //
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on the long stretches of country road where everything is sand - riddled, anything can happen. she does not expect him to call her. though she has rattled around in her van for a few years now, mostly using scotch tape and hope to keep it together, she hadn’t realised he’d noticed. she would not say she’s friends with aegon-- she does not make friends easily and neither does he, from the little glimpses she has caught of him, the picture she had painted of him in her own mind (her mother had been called into his home on unofficial business: cassie has stopped asking questions about her job, tired of the cryptic answers and the brutal scowls). but he had called. and, stupid with her own boredom, she had driven her van out into the middle of nowhere.
when she approached, @sinfyre was lost already in some meditations on life and loss. “ change isn’t easy, ” he said, and she rolled her eyes. playing nice had never been easy for her: out here, in the place between emptiness and the city, cassie had no need for it.
" this car looks a lot more expensive than my van, ” she said, stating a fact that was obvious enough. she didn’t even want to touch the beast-- she’d leave her hand prints on it, physical bruises against the metal. if cassie’s van was a cathedral of scrap, aegon’s car would be considered godly (athena would call it over - compensation... cassie would laugh around her agreement). “ are you sure you want me messing around with it? i can’t afford to pay you back if anything breaks. ”
#sinfyre#𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢. verse one�� ... o' shrill - voiced nightingale!#aegn's car breaks down and cassie comes to take care of it. is this anything#well it is what it is now
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USE THIS SITE TO CREATE A DRAGON OF FOR YOUR CHARACTER.
~~ Teleryan, Bringer of Nightmares ~~
#what? you expected Guy of Gisborne to have an ordinary dragon?#Captain Emo and his Hot Topic fashion sense?#hardly. he's gonna ride the embodiment of darkness.#as an aside. I think this dragon is absolutely fucking GORGEOUS#I'll take three.#~ v. tbd ~#sinfyre#i stole it#not even sorry 'bout it.
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send me a url and I’ll write some positivity for it
who? @sinfyre LISTEN ... ozzy. i think you should know by now that i'm your loud and embarrassing fan. to kick off this gushing confession of love ... i cheer at the way that you've enriched your stinky boy, an inordinate amount. in fact, georgie is overdue for handing you over the adoption papers. you let aeg bleed off the page and become something so real, it makes my chest ache. :3 i reaaaaaaally admire the way you handle his nuances with such a tender and grounded sensitivity. his character needs that; everything about your boy is so generously detailed, your brain is insane. you inspire my aemond, more than you know. and you are so lovely; both an intellectual and emotional joy to talk with. so ... kiss?
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her body betrays her, chest risen and heartbeat quickening, her mouth releases hot breath at his words, the bluntness of it, sharp and to the point like a good sword. stark eyes on a bastard girl look straight back at the man before her and while she doesn't enjoy feeling trapped, she finds she doesn't mind how he makes her feel then. she belongs to no one, despite what people will think ( she belongs to the snow and nothing else ), but aegon's words strike a cord inside, eyes shifting as if paranoid people will find them and how close he feels.
"how do you know how you make me feel?" sara dares ask once she finds her voice again, finding the stark bravery inside. "is it obvious?" yes, sara. she thinks. you cannot hide that things well. "and how do you know he is anything to me?" it's an unfair game at times. she can belong to him, but he could never to her. but when he acts this way, sara thinks he does belong to her.
@sinfyre asked: he can’t make you feel the way i make you feel. / for sara jealous / possessive meme
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clambers into mama’s lap and gives her a little kiss.
she's never cared for tourneys. nothing about the violence amuses her but the queen's absence would be noted, so here she sits, attempting not to flinch as the jousting goes on. alicent had tried to insist that aegon be allowed to remain at the keep, but she'd been met with insistent resistance from viserys. it'll be good for him and good for the people to see him, he'd said. an odd argument coming from him, but she'd deferred as she usually did. it was hardly worth fighting over regardless.
she feels a tug on her hand, but barely has any time to react to it before aegon is climbing up onto her lap and pressing his lips to her cheek. affection blooms in her chest and spreads with a familiar warmth. "hello, my little love. are you just as bored as i am?" she speaks softly, bringing her free hand up to brush white-blond hair away from his eyes. she drops her volume even lower as she continues: "now would be an excellent time for you to start crying, you could get us both out of this." in response, aegon fixes her with a wide grin and begins babbling, raising his beloved toy dragon up in his free hand as he does.
she gives a quiet laugh in response and presses her lips against his temple before situating him more comfortably on her lap. he leans back easily to rest against her torso, latching onto her hand with his tiny fingers, and she reaches over to pluck a small flower from the arrangement at her side, one that matches almost exactly to the pink of his eyes, and tucks it behind his ear. "i suppose we'll just have to make the most of it then, won't we?"
#sinfyre#you know....#sometimes being the problem child and the favorite child doesn't have to be mutually exclusive
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❝ what sort of skills do you have then, my prince ? ❞ a pause. brown eyes flicker upwards. her tone is neither commanding nor outrightly curious - simply is.
❝ can you hunt ? ❞
@sinfyre + smol things
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@sinfyre plotted starter.
intuition, or perhaps a stroke of F A T E awakens the princess at night. she feels U N E A S E, so she wraps herself in a robe and leaves her room. just as she is to go back, a man in W H I T E coat, the king's guard, locks the room from the outside, thinking her to still be inside. she F R E E Z E S behind a corner, heartbeat quickening, as does her breath. what is the M E A N I N G of this..?
she has enough S E N S E to know that she should be hiding. sneaking in the corridors of a castle she knew W E L L, she manages to avoid the guards and the servants. perhaps, if she could get to the red queen, she could E S C A P E successfully whatever was happening. it seems, someone E L S E had the same idea, as looking behind her shoulder, she W A L K S into someone. " aegon! " she recognises her cousin's young son I M M E D I A T E L Y though he wears a black cloak. escapng, too, perhaps?
hands holding onto his shoulders S T R O N G L Y, she forces him to look into her eyes. " what is happening? " he M U S T know.
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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ FIVE STARS FOR EDBRO
Send me a ‘★’ if you actually like my blog / ACCEPTING / @sinfyre
I'm gonna kiss u.
#sinfyre#meme answers 🛡️#ooc. ( dumb handsome bitches are my aesthetic. )#u just get pathetic men too 🩷🩷🩷#i like our wavelength muchly
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