OPEN | prompt three | PAIN

[wrens]

prompt three | P A I N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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[regimes]

[ Remind me, she says, and his mouth finds hers, his frame shifting to cover her with its shadow.

They had spent a lifetime out in the desert, without names and without attachments to the worlds they were moving between, dust at their heels and nothing in their possession save a single car and the contents. They won't ever have that sort of simplicity again. Still, he kisses her as if to reclaim it, fervent in a way that is almost childish.

(Everybody wants to be loved. Petyr Baelish is no exception.) ]