Hiatus

[   I’ll be taking a short break from this account. I’ll be back soon! All threads will be continued when I get back, won’t be dropping anything. I’m really sorry for the delay.   ]

feestje:

I will burn our house to the ground before I’ll let that happen

nerdisma-deactivated20171202:

“My sword hand. I was that hand.”

He Is Me and I Am Him

——♘         The remnants of sleep were heavy in his eyes. A breeze hailed from the open window, the shutters clanging ever so softly in the morning light. Jaime yawned, warm to his very core, he felt completely whole. Despite knowing he must leave shortly did not hinder the knight from looping a lazy arm over the body that lay beside him. Times when he was afforded the luxury of waking up with his beloved were few and far between, he was to make the most of it before fleeing to his chambers. With tired eyes still closed, his hand dipped south, trailing across the … not soft per say … the warm … a little hairier than usual, skin of his twin, till they found their way between her legs. 

“Wh…” he almost choked on air, retracting his hand in an instant. Betwixt her thighs he had found more, much more, than he had bargained for. 

                                           He fell off of the bed with a THUMP. 

“Argh,” he groaned, a hand shooting to the back of his head … eyes widening at the sound of his own voice. 

                        “CERSEI!" 

         Sitting up, his eyes found … his own. Literally. His own eyes staring back at him.

                        "Gods …” he gasped, before looking down at his breasts.

Oath Keeping

——♘          Jaime’s knuckles rapped the wood of the door once, twice, thrice. “Come on, open up. I haven’t got all day.” The morning sun had beamed down atop his golden head of hair, gleaming against hair spun like gold. Steam rose in front of him, and he had turned up the collar of his leather jacket. It was his only day off and he’d set out to head over to the shooting range, till he found himself walking back inside. Jaime hadn’t arranged anything with the redhead, he had simply formed an idea, and once he had a plan - the Lannister seldom gave up before he saw it through to the end. His eyes had noted Tyrion’s car absent, but Sansa’s parked in the driveway. She was sure to be in her room. “It’s your favourite brother in law." 

northernxsun:

                    Lannisters.

               Why did Lannisters cause so much trouble? One killed Eddard Stark, another one held Sansa and Arya Stark as hostage and the other one had killed Torr, Edd and Daryn in battle trying to protect their King - the true King. Poor Edd and Torr were only a few years older than Alys and were full of hope to come back to their little sister. They did not simply hope; they thought to know. And Daryn, her beloved and betrothed… He appeared to be aware he would not come back to her and wed her. Before he rode off with the other men, he told her, I will see you again when the gods are good and let us be together. She thought then, he had the same hopes as her brothers, but she was wrong. He knew, he would not see her again.

               And now her father wanted her to be married to anyone who would bring him the Kingslayer, so he could avenge his sons. But he didn’t seem to think, that Alys was not particular fine with his command. Killing the Lannister would statisfy Rickard Karstark, but it would not bring Torrhen and Eddard back. So, Alys rode off on her own, seeking the Kingslayer.

              She would say, she regretted that desicion, but that would be a lie; she did not. Especially not know, while she hid behind a a mighty oak, listening to the conversation of a very tall, blonde woman in armor and her prisoner. She was sure, she knew his face or at least his looks; the Lannister looks. Her thoughts were proven when she called him ‘Kingslayer’. Then a sound; the sound of falling; and Alys knew, this was her chance to get him. Storming from her hideout, she recognized him easily now. His hair was full of dust a dirt and he wore rags, but she could see through it and see the golden hair and the sharp features women whispered about. He and the guard were both unconscious, so she thought herself not to be in danger of being caught, tying his chains to her horse.

——♘          Jaime woke with a start - “What in…–” emeralds widened and his entire body jerked forward, tied by a long rope to the end of a horse. At first he struggled to attain any solid footing, his knees crashing to the mud and leafy earth. “Seven hells!” he seethed, being dragged through even more filth. After the length of around five meters he was finally on his feet - and running. 

Jaime wrapped his wrists around the rope, if only he had the strength to snap it in half. He pulled with all his might, using the weight of his entire body to release the end of it from her destrier - to no avail. “Oh you clever little wench,” he spat, giving her a grudging smile. 

“And the other one,” he snarled, desperately attempting to keep up with his captor’s pace for fear of an untimely death much like his cousin Cleos’. 

“When she wakes and tracks you down, do you think you will stand a chance against the beast’s sword?”

nerdisma-deactivated20171202:

“He’s run from every chance he’s had to rule.”

redjamie:

_{but his fame lives, enough to fill a world.}

queenxcersei replied to your post “+”

/breathes heavily that’s fine bb but my gOD I THOUGHT YOU’D DIED (you were gone for like a day and a half) don’t scare me like that

[  not dead yet xD just exhausted, things should be back to normal activity wise after today thouuugh  ]

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[  at the moment i’m too tired to attempt any replies so i’ll be back later hopefully (if i haven’t crashed out) to do memes or shorts at least  ]

feestje:

_{He looked at his stump and grimaced. I must do something about that. If the late Ser Jacelyn Bywater could wear an iron hand, he should have a gold one. Cersei might like that.}