#the wheel of time oc

[dtyfp2]

Ubbe

evermore

https://www.tiktok.com/@random.editz_26/video/7212315038537813253 (How I imagine the fight described later)

You scream as you circle one of the warder statues, running wildly as you occasionally look back. Stepin was chasing you, half heartedly of course, but he remained right at your tail.

You run past some of the Aes Sedai who simply move out of your way, having already gotten used to your antics. They’d never admit it, but they enjoyed having a child around, it made the Tower seem more lively.

As you run, you trip over your own feet and fall to the ground, roughly scraping your knees and palms.

“Oh no, Viserra, are you alright?” Stepin asks as he quickly picks you up, he dusts off your dress but the blood is already seeping into the fabric. Of course, as if on cue, you burst into tears. He’s quick to scoop you up and run over to Kerene, who would undoubtedly be in her office.

Kerene hears you long before she sees you. She was already making her way out, wondering what was making you so hysterical when Stepin comes in with you.

“Kerene, quick, she scraped her knees,” Stepin urges as he places you on the table. He looks stressed, something Kerene would’ve laughed at if you weren’t wailing in front of her. With a tut, Kerene is quick to heal your scraps and the pain quickly eases.

“Viserra, what have I told you about being more careful? Stepin, you really should know better, you’re the adult, you know?” Kerene scolds as you wipe your tears with the back of your fists.

Stepin looks over at you, as if accusing you of getting him into trouble. When you smile, he smiles too. He glances next at Kerene who tries to act as if she doesn’t find the whole thing amusing.

“Alright, alright, you two, get out of here and let me finish my work,” she shakes her head, hiding her smile as she turns back around.

You jump off the table, slapping Stepin’s leg as you start running again, this time careful to hold the ends of your dress up so you could see your feet. You bore no mind to the blood that stained your dress, nor the blood smear on your cheek.

“You’re it again, Stepin!”

Aerys comes into the tent, a solemn expression on his face.

They’re ready to bury Kerene.

You get up and grab the candle he holds out for you. You lean into him, laying your head on his chest as he sighs deeply and cups your face, his thumb gently rubbing circles across your cheek. All the Aes Sedai felt Kerene’s death, but none more so then the Aes Sedai with warders, unable to imagine losing the closest connection they’ll ever have. Nothing was stronger than the bond between an Aes Sedai are her warder, not lovers, not parents and children, nothing.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head before following you outside. You stand beside Alanna as Stepin comes, carrying Kerene’s body in his arms. You blink away tears as he gently lays her into the ground. You can’t watch as he slips her serpent ring off her finger, as Moiraine quietly prays over her, as Stepin struggles to cover her face.

“May the last embrace of the mother welcome you home.”

“Lews, stop this madness!” you yell at your old friend. He had killed his entire family in his madness, his poor children and his beautiful wife, and now he was enacting even more devastation. Lews turns his attention to you, away from the family he was about to masacre with balefire. Unfortuntaly for them, one of the other female Aes Sedai try to shield him, but fails. He was the strongest channeler in his history, not even the power of 8 Aes Sedai could shield him, let alone one. Lews makes quick work of the unfortunate Aes Sedai, snapping her neck with flick of his wrist.

Ubbe fights alongside you. He cuts down an arrow meant for your back. You look back at him and he offers a nod, an assurance of his loyalty, that he’d continue fighting for as long as you needed him to. a promise to give his life for yours if needed. His golden pendent is pinned proudly to his chest, his sword shines with blood, his blue eyes that stare right into yours say everything that needs to be said. You continue fighting, catching a ball of fire before it can raze an entire field.

Fear courses through your veins, but you ignore it as you hold a male Aes Sedai, tainted with madness, in your grip. All on your own, you make quick work to gentle him before he can burn everything around him. You tell everyone to run, blocking an attack from another male. Ever since Lews tainted the male power, they’ve been destroying the entire world. You feared nothing would be left.

You feel your heart rip out of your chest, it almost burns you whole. Ubbe is behind you, an axe lodged into his head as he falls to the ground. Lews is there, an evil smirk on his face as wisps of the one power dance across his fingers. He killed Ubbe, and Ubbe died after jumping in front of a axe meant for you. You fall to your knees, crying craddling his face, trying to heal his wounds but he’s already gone. He died the second the axe made contact. It was painless, a heroic death, a death he happily ran toward as long as it meant you lived. Your bond was shattered, like glass that had been thrown against the wall. You take a look around you, at the chaos and death surrounding you. The world wouldn’t stand a chance against the men, no new era would be churned out by the wheel if no one survived long enough to see if through. Was this it? The wheel rendered useless, destroyed by the weight of its failures?

Power surges into you, more than you’ve ever channeled before. Your face burns but you don’t care. You should’ve burned out, but not even the wheel would deny you this.

“You can’t defeat me, sun summoner, I’m stronger than you. I’ve trained for years while you ran off,” Lews taunts. No, not Lews, you remind yourself. Lews was gone, he died the day he went against your advice and locked the dark one away. He was dead to you the second he killed Ubbe.

Without Lews, maybe the female Aes Sedai stood a chance at defeating the others. Perhaps humanity would survive into a new era. But you didn’t care if it did, the world could burn for all you cared, nothing mattered with him by your side.

Lews own power begins to encircle him, readying for an attack against you. You look down at Ubbe, anger replaces the fear as light surrounds you.

“You’ll pay for what you did to him.”

Not for what he’s done to the world, not for tainting Saidin, not for killing his children, not for killing his wife, not for the countless others. Ubbe. You would make him pay for what he did to Ubbe. The only man you’d ever loved.

With a heave of exertion, you throw an attack against Lews and he throws his at you. When the two most powerful channelers of the era collide, it kills them both.

To memorialize their death, dragonmount erupts from the ground.

“Viserra,” Aerys whispers, gently grabbing your arm to shake you from your daze. Tears stream down your face as you turn around, taking erratic breaths, the excruciating pain of a severed bond still weighing on your soul. Your nails dig into Aerys’s arm, surely it must hurt but he doesn’t say anything. One hand rubs your back as one of your hands cover your mouth.

“What did you see?” He asks quietly. You shake your head, unable to get the words out. You wouldn’t want to say it anyway, it was too horrible to repeat.

Kerene’s funeral was wrapping up anyway, some of the Aes Sedai were leaving to offer Stepin some privacy in his final moments with her. Aerys wraps his arm around you and quietly leads you away from the group. You don’t even remember walking away, only the pain you felt in your chest.

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The Intern Angel, Nazca

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[miraluking-respectfully]

i'm putting together a little compilation of Sav's mobility devices so i can hammer out their designs/get more practice drawing them. i'm not anywhere close to done but i wanted to share the design for her rollator since it's what she probably uses most often ^-^

the limbs are designed to resemble the pillars of the old jedi temple! still working out how she decorates it, but of course i had to include some of the little holocron charms that she & Nia like to carry around. <3

[chooh2]

Lyman: "Seem in an awful rush, kiddo. Where're you off to in such a hurry?" Devan: "Just... need to get away from here. Find a change of scenery, someplace I can breathe." Lyman: "Okay... Back in time for dinner I hope? Gideon's cookin' your favorite tonight." Devan: "... Don't think so, not this time."

Running From Ghosts: 2070, Vegas-bound

[morgana-larkin]

Ok I know I haven’t written much in the past 2 weeks but I swear they’re coming and I got a list! I’ve been working a lot but I’ll try and get some of them out when I can. And to prove I got a list, I’m posting it.

[grechkathekasha]

(let’s PLEASE pretend I understand how the old tongue works and created a valid affectionate nickname-equivalent of “my sweetness”. just pls. I want to think I did a great job researching.)

[vnillatree]

Finally posting art 💪 this one is from last month but i'm still extremely proud of it JFIDJFKFJ color wheel thingy but with OCs. And like a million years after this became a thing. Close-ups + character names in Read More

reblogs appreciated !!

Saccharine Nova, Summerberry Tart, Isomalt Nova and Tama-Cookie

Mixberry Mocktail, Saffron, Starlight and Nemesia

Azure Columbine, Glacier Cocktail, Willow Tree and Cherry Candy

Gorgonzola Dolce, Halloumi, Coffee Cake and Argan

[1eyedstar]

completely forgot about these 😭 *colored chibi sketches* these are from July 8 why am I so nervous posting this

look at the cuties 🤭🥰💕

names in order Zign (my one piece oc) Kid Killer Heat Wire *🥺 this is my first time drawing Heat & Wire

(I think the Kid pirates would like Uta's music and be a fan 😌)

procrastinating if i should leave my oc apart of this post or take her out 😭 but like WHY TF AM I FEELING THAT WAY! 💀 she is the main reason they even dressed this way and we should be thanking my girl 😌😤💙 (but like fr I did this idea cause of Zign 🥺)

[betsyworthingtons]

Treat from Kitty in the X2 novelization for the Pyrogue and Allerdrake shippers:

[dtyfp2]

CAST

Jordan Patrick Smith as Viserys Dayne

Jessie Mei Li as Viserra Atreides

The rest of the cast as themselves

[plumbus-central]

i love imagining scenarios where morty and summer meet rick and minnie when they were their age, whether through time travel, parallel universe, age regression, or some other sci fi nonsense.

god bless him mortys trying hard to relate to his teenage grandmother from the late 70s

[dailyicarus]

a random scene from violent sun but its poorly drawn .. :]

DAY 56

forte /// act I climax: infernal catharsis (TLDR)

[moeblob]

Amazing, take some of the side character demons from Evil Bound.

Vincie is a menace to Chuck and Chuck alone so in Hell, Chuck hexes his hand behind his back so that he isn't grabbed as much (and it's harder to pet him). Chuck is like the most irresponsible older sibling ever to demons though so Kelvin recruits him (as an older sibling vibe) to go help him get his ACTUAL older sibling from Earth. Chuck agrees. And then drags Vincie from Hell with them because no one else wants to babysit him and he refuses to unbind the hex just to re-hex when he returns to Hell.

In Hell, Kelvin actually doesn't appear much different than his human form! Like Kronos, the lines under his eyes are red in Hell but black on earth. Chuck however? In Hell he has wolf-ish ears and has a fur lining his neck (note the neck scars in human form). In addition to that he has four eyes in Hell (note the scars under his eyes in human form). Vincie just has horns in Hell. And! In Hell the hex doesn't have a silly looking "tied up" look, it's invisible unless Vincie strains it with movement and then its red text. But it shifts on earth to be visible.

Vincie's biggest agony for the entirety on earth is "dude it's colder here than in Hell I want a jacket to slip my arms into BUT I CANT BECAUSE IM BOUND".

[foxyanon]

Worship

SURPRISE SHAWTY! This little idea took root and I had to get it out. Didn’t think I’d write for Masema, but here we are. I typed this up in my phone and half assed reread it. It’s officially 3am where I am and now, I can rest.

Summary: How far would you go for your obsession?

Pairing: Masema Dagar X Rhaenerys Targaryen

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Word Count: 3230

TW: mentions of death, blood, murder, slightly manipulative Rhaenerys (she’s Maegor’s daughter, that’s all the warning you are getting), no beta, we die like Maegor

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Wheel of Time or A Song of Ice and Fire nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers made by @arcielee 💙

He didn’t know what happened for him to land here. One minute he was fighting Seanchan soldiers at Falme, the next a portal opened around him and everyone within a 20 foot radius while Rand was busy fighting Ishmael. He vaguely recalls being pulled through the swirling vortex before landing harshly in a grass field, the salty smell of sea air filling his nostrils. While he worked to regain his bearings, he noticed multiple Seanchan soldiers fell through with him, alongside his own comrades. There was a pause between everyone involved before they started fighting again. He brought his blade up just in time to block an attack before the sound of thunder rolled across the field. He would’ve ignored it, if it hadn’t been followed by a deafening screeching roar. He looked up just in time to see a large black and purple dragon fly overhead, circling the field for a place to land.

Just as the beast landed roughly, shaking the ground and throwing several people off balance, Masema caught sight of something that would be burned in his mind for the rest of his days. There, in the saddle of this magnificent creature, was a woman. She hopped down out of the saddle, her very presence commanding the attention of the battling warriors. She unsheathed her own sword, the blade looking as though it were made for her and her alone.

“I command you to lay down your weapons or face your end by dragonfire!” Her voice rang out, clear and commanding, as she approached those assembled.

A few dropped their weapons, but Masema laid his sword down and dropped to his knees, some powerful feeling within him telling him to obey her. The closer she got, the more he could make out her unique features and he was taken by her beauty. Her long silver-white hair was pulled back into elaborate battle braids and her eyes…Creator help him, her eyes were the prettiest shade of purple he’d ever seen. She looked out over the soldiers assembled and snarled, the dragon perched behind her roaring loudly, a reminder to do as she said or else. Everyone suddenly dropped their swords and threw their hands up, probably hoping for mercy. The mysterious woman sauntered through the crowd, the blade in her hand glinting dangerously in the light of the midday sun. When she stopped in front of Masema, his heart nearly stopped. She placed the flat of her blade under his chin, tilting his head up and staring into his eyes with an intensity he became addicted to instantly.

“You were the first to kneel in my presence, so I shall speak with you and you alone. Who are you and where have you come from?” Her voice softened, but was no less as commanding as before and he was hooked.

He answered her without hesitation, telling her who they were and briefly explaining the strange situation. She tilted her head to the side, an enchanting smile gracing her lips as she pulled the blade away from his neck.

“A pleasure to meet you, Masema.” The way she said his name caused his mouth to run dry and his heart to race. “My name is Rhaenerys Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne.”

He bowed his head in submission, feeling an intense feeling of obeisance spreading through him. When he looked back up at her, she had sheathed her blade and gestured for him to stand. He did so willingly, following behind her as she separated the Shienaran forces from the Seanchan. The threat of her dragon kept everyone in line, none daring to challenge the Princess. Once everyone had been separated, she faced the Seanchan men and gave them a sadistic grin.

“My new friend here has told me you are the enemy, so I shall treat you as such. Make peace with your deity, you shall meet them shortly,” she said in plainly, staring at the scared faces of the Seanchan soldiers.

Dracarys.

With just one word she had uttered and the soldiers Masema had been fighting were engulfed in flames as her dragon responded to her decree. He looked back at the Princess and swore right then and there that he was in the presence of a goddess amongst mortal kind and he would serve her faithfully until the end of his days.

Several months had passed since his arrival on what he learned was the island of Dragonstone, the primary home of his beloved princess. He and the rest of his companions had been added to her household guard, and while some had wished to return to their world, he and many others wished to stay. He worked tirelessly to prove himself loyal and faithful to her, acting on her orders without a thought. Anyone he came in contact with, he spoke nothing but praises of her and her deeds, feeling proud to be of service to one so divine. He was naturally a charismatic man, so it took no time at all for him to secure a steady following that joyfully supported Rhaenerys’s claim to the throne.

He had met her father and mother, King Maegor and Queen Elvira, as well as her grandmother, Dowager Queen Visenya. While his loyalties were with Rhaenerys first and foremost, he would do as they commanded since she regarded them highly. He had heard the rumors of the King's cruelty, but he never believed them. In his mind, those who were dealt with harshly often deserved it and he had no qualms doing the dirty work of taking care of the problem. It didn’t take long for him to move up in the ranks, quickly becoming House Targaryens most loyal servant and deadliest warrior. He prided himself on his skills, feeling beyond grateful for the recognition he was shown, especially when his Princess praised him for his deeds. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to see that radiant smile on her face, even if she asked him to eliminate a threat to her future reign. To him, nothing was too great an ask that he wouldn’t do willingly and with a smile on his face.

His hands may have brought about the death of lords and commoners alike, anyone who wouldn’t support her claim for whatever reason, but he didn’t care. Their blood may have been on his hands, but his actions kept hers clean and pure, just as she was meant to be. It was his duty, no his honor, to carry out her orders. Wherever she went, he was sure to follow like her shadow. Whenever she held court at Dragonstone, he was there at the foot of the dais. She was the judge and jury, he was her executioner. Some of his fellow Shienarans tried talking to him, saying he was acting like a fanatic about her and that she was just as cruel as her father. He snapped back that they didn’t understand, that this was what he was meant to do and that she was a perfect princess, that they couldn’t possibly understand what that meant and how dare they speak such treason about the woman who saved them.

That night he reported what they had said to Rhaenerys, on his knees at her feet as she sat in her rooms. He felt like a failure, his own people betraying the woman who gave his life meaning. After he spoke, he couldn’t look her in the eye for fear of seeing anger in her mesmerizing eyes.

Instead, he felt her soft fingers against his chin, gently tilting his head up as she gave him a soft smile. Her thumb gently brushed across his lower lip, his breath catching as she leaned forward and whispered softly.

“You have not failed me, Masema. They have simply lost their way. Speak with them, lead them back to the path of righteousness and let them see the error of their ways. If they refuse, you know what must be done,” her soothing voice squashed his doubts and he nodded vigorously.

“As you wish, Princess,” he responded breathlessly, quickly standing and bowing deeply before leaving to speak some sense into his friends.

When dawn came, several had changed their minds. Masema was very convincing, but not enough to convince all of them. Those who refused to follow Rhaenerys met their demise by his hand. He delivered their heads to her, laying them at her feet as she broke her fast. His hands and face were still covered in blood, leaving imprints on the floor as he bowed deeply before her, his forehead and palms pressed against the cold stone.

“You have served me well, Masema, removing potential weak links from my guard. Now, I must ask another favor of you,” Rhaenerys spoke in her usual enchanting voice, impressed by his devotion to her. The sight of the decapitated heads and blood bothered her none, her gaze trained on Masema.

Masema looked up at her with barely contained enthusiasm, eager to please her again and hear praises for his deeds fall from her soft lips. “I am yours to command, Princess.”

“The time for me to marry has come. I need you to spy on the potential suitors as they come to Dragonstone. Learn everything about them and report back to me with the one you think would best serve me as consort,” she told him, reaching out and gently cupping his bloodstained cheek. Masema leaned into her touch, her exotic scent invading his senses and reaffirming his devotion to her. “You have proven to be the most loyal and faithful to me and my House. Only you can do this task for me, Masema.”

His heart swelled with adoration and pride, the knowledge that she trusted him above all others making him feel lightheaded. He kissed the back of her hand, swearing to fulfill her wishes before leaving her chambers.

None of them. Absolutely none of those weak willed, pompous fools are worthy of being in her presence, let alone marrying her. The Lannister boy was too self centered and focused on his own House, rather than expanding the greatness that is the House of the Dragon. He had no real qualms about the Stark lordling, but the stoic Northerner wasn’t interested in the affairs of the Iron Throne and that just won’t do for his princess. The Baratheon brat might’ve been a contender, but his wandering eyes and hands knocked him off the list. Princess Rhaenerys deserved someone who would be devoted to her and only her, someone who wanted to ensure the survival of House Targaryen above all else. Someone like him.

As he stood there reporting his findings to Rhaenerys in the chamber of the painted table, he felt rage at the lack of options for his sweet princess. She walked slowly around the lit map table, her grandmother sitting at the head of the table as the women listened to his report.

“None of them are suitable for potential consorts, Princess. They are either more concerned with their own Houses legacies or they care more about their own personal interests than yours. They are barely fit to lead their own Houses, let alone have the privilege of being your consort,” he ground out, his anger boiling over before he remembered where he was. Masema cleared his throat and looked at the ground, embarrassed by his outburst. “Forgive me, I should not have let my emotions get the better of me. I will do better in the future.”

“No need, Masema. Your honesty is refreshing and much appreciated on this matter. Knowing you care so much about the future of this House is a good quality, one that should be rewarded,” the Dowager Queen spoke, her voice wizened but still just as assertive. “There will be more that arrive in the coming weeks. Continue your work, there is bound to be someone amongst the nobility that will suit our needs.”

Masema bowed deeply, casting a quick glance to Princess Rhaenerys before departing the chamber and slipping into the shadows again. He was thrilled to serve at her leisure, but he felt a bit of envy towards the man she might marry. None of them deserved her, she was far too heavenly for the likes of those fools. She needed someone who would worship her as he did, but none came even close.

Many weeks went by and all hell broke loose. During another suitor's visit, Queen Visenya passed away in her sleep. Rhaenerys was heartbroken, her cries burned into Masema’s mind as she sobbed in his arms, not allowing anyone else near her when she was so vulnerable. Not even a fortnight later, during a visit to King's Landing, was Maegor impaled on the Iron Throne by his consort, Elinor Costayne, in front of numerous witnesses that included Rhaenerys and Masema. That very same day, Prince Jaehaerys returned to the Red Keep and attempted to usurp Rhaenerys of her birthright. The massacre that happened after would be written about as a dark day for Westeros. Many had flocked to Jaehaerys and supported his claim, but more had followed Princess Rhaenerys thanks to the silver tongue of Masema and the months of traveling he had done in his early days, garnering the support of the smallfolk and even many of the smaller Houses.

At the end of the slaughter of King’s Landing, Rhaenerys stood in the throne room and was crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. The army of Jaehaerys met with the millions of small folk who supported the rightful heir and the outcome was brutal on both sides. Thousands lay dead, burned or maimed in the streets from both sides. Her kin that supported Jaehaerys were executed by Masema, because he refused to have her named kinslayer. Only the twins, Aerea and Rhaella, and her cousins, Alysanne and Rhaena, submitted to her rule outside the new Dowager Queen Elvira, Rhaenerys’s own mother. Despite Alysanne having been Jaehaerys’s wife, even she knew that what he did was wrong. Queen Elinor was executed for the murder of the king and since three of Maegor’s wives were already dead, the remaining bent the knee and were allowed to live out their days as well cared for widows at Dragonstone, under the watchful eye of Elvira. The dragons of the deceased riders were secured in the Dragonpit, to be cared for by the keepers until new riders had come of age.

Despite the chaos, the coronation was life changing for Masema. He always believed that Rhaenerys was beautiful, but she was truly stunning when he saw her sitting the throne for the first time. She wore the crown of her father and grandfather, Dark Sister shining brightly in her hand amid the dull blades that made up the Iron Throne. After that day, the number of men vying for her attention and hand increased exponentially. If he thought the prospects were sorry before, he was truly disappointed by them now.

He knelt at the foot of the Iron Throne, staring up at her as he reported on another batch of suitors, these ones worse than the last. She gave him a little smile when he finished and stood up, speaking in a captivating voice as he looked down at the floor.

“All these men, they are not suitable for me?” She asked as she took a few steps down the stairs of the throne.

“No, my Queen.”

“They will not further the glory of House Targaryen?” Another few steps down.

“No, my Queen.”

“They would not be loyal to me and only me?” The last few steps and she was standing in front of Masema.

“No, my Queen.”

“They would not love me the way you love me?” She walked around him, her fingers dancing across his shoulders and causing him to lean back into her touch.

“No, my Queen.”

“Perhaps I have had you looking for my husband in the wrong place,” she said musingly, stopping in front of her right hand man and placing her fingers under his chin. “Perhaps, my consort is right here, looking so pretty on his knees for me.”

Masema inhaled sharply, looking up at Rhaenerys with confusion and maybe a little excitement in his mismatched eyes. “I-my Queen…”

She chuckled darkly at his stuttering, tracing his lips with the tip of her finger. “Hush, Masema. I see it so clearly now. Those noblemen were never going to be suitable because they weren’t you. Only you can do this for me. I need you, Masema. I must have heirs and I trust only you to fulfill my needs,” her voice lured him in like a siren and he found himself instinctively leaning forward towards her before he caught himself.

“My Queen, I am not worthy of such an honor. I am a sinner, my hands stained with the blood of your enemies. I would not forgive myself if I tainted you with my touch,” he whispered, feeling her fingers thread through his hair as she softly scratched his scalp.

“Then find redemption with me. You, my devotee, shall be absolved of your wrongdoings by giving me what I want and need. Let my touch cleanse you, my sweet Masema,” she whispered in that enchanting tone of hers and he knew he would do anything she asked of him.

He hesitated only for a second before agreeing to her proposal, kissing the inside of her wrist as he was consumed with euphoria at the idea of serving his Dragon Queen in a more intimate manner.

They flew to Dragonstone that afternoon on the back of her dragon, Abraxsas, and were married in the traditions of House Targaryen as the sun set, with her family their only witnesses. Their first kiss was one Masema will remember vividly, the taste of her blood on his tongue the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. He vaguely remembered the small wedding feast but he definitely remembered the wedding night.

He remembered the way she looked like a goddess both in her dress and out of it. He remembered the way he kissed every inch of her perfect body, taking his time memorizing her sensitive spots and paying special attention to them. He certainly remembered tasting her essence for the first time, thinking how this was where he was meant to be and that he could spend the rest of his life praying at her altar like this. The sounds she made as she cried out his name when she finished on his tongue and the way her skin felt against his when they finally became one are forever embedded within his memories.

Once they were both spent and satisfied, she had fallen asleep amidst the silk bedding as a gentle breeze blew in from the sea, the moonlight shining through the large arches and casting a pale light on her unconscious form. He had taken care to make sure she was cleaned up from their intimacy before crawling back into bed beside her. He gazed at her adoringly, feeling appreciative for having been transported to a world where such divinity was within his grasp. He fell asleep with a smile on his face, feeling cleansed of the sins he committed in her name and having found a new way to worship his beloved Rhaenerys.

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[crows-of-buckets]

Dav spoilers (neve romance dialogue option, no real plot spoilers here tbh)

This is fucking sending me. Lucanis designated rookneve third wheel