[ There it is. Sparking in her like dragonflame. Long since he's known their bond shared in blood, the desire to reclaim their namesake's legacy. Where those like his brother had fallen into the fattened complacency of Westerosi rule, he longed for someone with some might filling that seat. He had spent many years anticipating filling that seat, a desire that might not have truly faded away.
But to hear it from her now. After placating her fears of what she might become by submitting to her place in court. After watching her struggle brunt the weight upon her shoulders once she took place as heir. He can see that flame stoking now through the conviction in her voice. Maybe he could give it all to her, he could have it all, what an intoxicating thought.
The glimmer of amusement in his eyes is short-lived in the time it takes for their lips to meet. Allowing himself to be drawn in by her fingers twisting into his shirt, weight swaying forward to curl around her. It's not quite like the slow lull of a kiss chasing after a kiss. At last he releases his hands from behind his back. Thankful to no longer be tethered by his own insufferable patience. They snake up between them to gather the sides of her face between them, fingertips tangling into the wisps of hair cradling the base of her neck.
They are no longer treading a shallow territory drawn out long between them. She gives, he takes. Drawing each out one in a savoring way to enjoy her taste. Enjoy her heat and the way her breath catches in her mouth between each one. It's still a goodbye, even if he doesn't anticipate it becoming a long one. ]
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But to hear it from her now. After placating her fears of what she might become by submitting to her place in court. After watching her struggle brunt the weight upon her shoulders once she took place as heir. He can see that flame stoking now through the conviction in her voice. Maybe he could give it all to her, he could have it all, what an intoxicating thought.
The glimmer of amusement in his eyes is short-lived in the time it takes for their lips to meet. Allowing himself to be drawn in by her fingers twisting into his shirt, weight swaying forward to curl around her. It's not quite like the slow lull of a kiss chasing after a kiss. At last he releases his hands from behind his back. Thankful to no longer be tethered by his own insufferable patience. They snake up between them to gather the sides of her face between them, fingertips tangling into the wisps of hair cradling the base of her neck.
They are no longer treading a shallow territory drawn out long between them. She gives, he takes. Drawing each out one in a savoring way to enjoy her taste. Enjoy her heat and the way her breath catches in her mouth between each one. It's still a goodbye, even if he doesn't anticipate it becoming a long one. ]