@ach1llean Said: Whatever You Desire, It's Yours.

a plotted starter for @foulrests

trouble   had   never   been   shy   about   finding   her,        about   weaving   its   way   into   her   life   through   one   avenue   or   another.    more   often   than   not,    the   trouble   came   from   her   own   doing        –        a   consequence   of   her   own   actions,    consequence   of   the   brash,    reckless   behavior   that   she   was   known   for.    perhaps   a   better   mannered   lady   would   not   have   taken   his   words   as   an   invitation,    would   not   have   considered   them   part   slight        –        part   question,    a   subtlety   of   whether   she   would   take   the   bait.    alysanne   had   never   known   when   to   back   down   from   a   challenge,    even   one   that        .   .   .        was   not   so   readily   spoken,    one   that   had   come   from   so   high   up   the   ranks   of   royalty.        but   royal   blood   mattered   little   to   her;    royalty   mattered   for   politics,    for   family   names.    neither   of   which   alysanne   would   ever   find   herself   bringing   to   the   table. 

it   had   begun   simply   enough.    an   unanswered   letter,    an   indignation   to   check   in   on   the   blackwoods   of   raventree   hall   by   the   dragonlord   of   harrenhal,    a   supsicious   look   held   in   a   color   of   purple   aly   couldn't   find   the   right   name   for.    pretty   would   merely   have   to   suffice.    but   when   benji   had   grown   tired   of   playing   little   lord,    stifled   and   too   hot        –       she'd   not   condemned   him   to   staying,    had   keenly   motioned   for   the   maester   to   take   him   to   the   kitchens   for   a   snack   whilst   she   herself   had   taken   daemon   to   tour   the   grounds.    that   was   how   they   had   found   themselves   here,    alysanne   with   her   back   braced   against   a   sturdy   wooden   fence,    watching   with   keen   archer's   eyes   as   he'd   made   commentary   about   this   and   that.    willing   to   allow   him   to   continue   blowing   smoke   from   his   lips   until   she'd   heard   what'd   sounded   like   reason   enough   to   prove   him   wrong.    to   prove   otherwise.    an   offhanded   comment   about   how   she   must   only   know   how   to   handle   a   bow   and   arrow. 

black   curls   billow   down   into   her   face   in   the   half   second   it   takes   her   to   cross   the   distance   between   them   and   sweep   his   legs   out   from   underneath   him,    sending   him   flat   to   his   back        –        with   aly   quick   to   press   him   further   to   the   ground,    knees   settled   to   either   side   of   him   in   the   dirt,    a   dagger   pulled   from   within   her   boots   to   press   to   his   neck.        “   i   can   manage   a   blade   well   enough   too.   ” 

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you may dress an ironborn in silk && velvets . teach him how to read && write && give him books . instruct him in chivalry && courtesy && the mysteries of the faith .

──── but when you look into his eyes , the sea will still be there . cold && grey && cruel .

⋙ AZMENKA . old valyrian meaning ' ironborn ' . an independent , highly selective , medium activity &&. private portrayal of Maron Greyjoy from grrm's ' a song of ice and fire ' . book - && headcanon - based . lovingly penned by hannah .

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time to put on my very elaborate smut writing playlist.

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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (1994) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ So you want me to tell you the story of my life. ❜

❛ What were you going to do? Kill me, drink my blood? ❜

❛ I'm flesh and blood, but not human. I haven't been human for 200 years. ❜

❛ I couldn't bear the pain of their loss. I longed to be released from it. ❜

❛ You lack the courage of your convictions. Do it! ❜

❛ Don't be afraid. I'm going to give you the choice l never had. ❜

❛ Your body's dying. Pay no attention. It happens to us all. ❜

❛ No words can describe it. Might as well ask Heaven what it sees. No human can know. ❜

❛ You'll get used to killing. Just forget about that mortal coil. You'll become accustomed to it, all too quickly. ❜

❛ There's nothing in the world now that doesn't hold some...Fascination. ❜

❛ The dark gift is different for each of us. But one thing is true of everyone. We grow stronger as we go along. ❜

❛ That's more like it! Anger! Fury! ❜

❛ Remember: Life without me would be even more unbearable. ❜

❛ You must know something about the meaning of it all. ❜

❛ They know about us. They watch us dine on empty plates and drink from empty glasses. ❜

❛ Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for life. ❜

❛ Perfect! Just burn the place! Burn everything we own! Have us living in a field, like cattle! ❜

❛ What if there is no Hell? Or they don't want us there? Ever think of that? ❜

❛ You're in love with your mortal nature. You resist what can bring you peace. ❜

❛ We're predators, whose all-seeing eyes give them detachment! ❜

❛ It's your coffin, enjoy it. Most of us never get to know what it feels like. ❜

❛ Kill them swiftly if you will, but do it! For do not doubt you are a killer! ❜

❛ My philosopher. My martyr. "Never take a human life.” ❜

❛ Pain is terrible for you. You feel it like no other creature, because you're a vampire. ❜

❛ Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminately, and so shall we. ❜

❛ A little child, she was. But also a fierce killer, now capable of the ruthless pursuit of blood with all a child's demanding. ❜

❛ Remember, never in our home! ❜

❛ Time can pass quickly for mortals when they're happy. With us, it was the same. The years flew by like minutes. ❜

❛ More melancholy nonsense. You grow more like [name] daily! ❜

❛ Do you want me to be a doll forever? ❜

❛ Can't I change like everyone else? ❜

❛ Be glad I made you what you are. You'd be dead now if I hadn't. ❜

❛ You will never grow old. And you will never die. ❜

❛ I thought of all the things I'd done and couldn't undo. And I longed for one second's peace. ❜

❛ He will never let us go. ❜

❛ What is it now? You irritate me. Your very presence irritates me! ❜

❛ Is that supposed to frighten me? ❜

❛ I came to make peace with you. Even though you're the father of lies. I want things to be as they were. ❜

❛ Why do you say such things? ❜

❛ I promise I'll get rid of the bodies. ❜

❛ We forgive each other then? ❜

❛ Good night, sweet prince. May flights of devils wing you to your rest. ❜

❛ Should we burn him? Bury him? What would he have liked? ❜

❛ You've been a very, very naughty little girl. ❜

❛ We deserve your vengeance. ❜

❛ For what could the damned really have to say to the damned? ❜

❛ There are no vampires in Transylvania? No Count Dracula? ❜

❛ I've searched the world for an immortal and this is what I find! ❜

❛ No one will harm you. I won't allow it. ❜

❛ Vampires who pretend to be humans pretending to be vampires. How avant-garde. ❜

❛ Do you know what it means to be loved by Death? ❜

❛ You die when you kill. You feel you deserve to die and you stint on nothing. ❜

❛ But perhaps...this is the only real evil left. ❜

❛ I know nothing of God. Or the Devil. I have never seen a vision, nor learned a secret that would damn or save my soul. ❜

❛ You fear too much. So much you make me fear. ❜

❛ There is but one crime among us vampires here. It is the crime that means death to any vampire: To kill your own kind. ❜

❛ Danger holds you to me. ❜

❛ Love holds you to me. ❜

❛ You would leave me for [name] if he beckoned you. ❜

❛ Is that what I should do? Let you go? ❜

❛ If you want to save her, send her away! ❜

❛ The world changes. We do not. Therein lies the irony that finally kills us. ❜

❛ I need you to make contact with this age. ❜

❛ A vampire with a human soul. An immortal with a mortal's passion. ❜

❛ You are beautiful, my friend. [name] must have wept when he made you. ❜

❛ I knew him. Knew him well enough not to mourn his passing. ❜

❛ Your evil is that you cannot be evil! And I shall suffer for it no longer! ❜

❛ I haven't tears enough for what you've done to me! ❜

❛ Oh, God! I love you still! That's the torment of it! ❜

❛ Who'll care for me, my love, my dark angel, when you are gone? ❜

❛ Bear me no ill will, my love. We are now even. ❜

❛ What has died is the last breath in me that was human. ❜

❛ Your only company will be your screams. ❜

❛ Maybe it was to quench those tears forever that I took such revenge. ❜

❛ You can teach me this? To be without regret? ❜

❛ What if all I have is my suffering? My regret? ❜

❛ I know you regret nothing. You feel nothing. If that's all I have left to learn, I can do that on my own. ❜

❛ You've come home to me then? ❜

❛ I'm a spirit of preternatural flesh. Detached. Unchangeable. Empty. ❜

❛ That's it? No, it can't end like that. ❜

❛ What I wouldn't give to be like you, to have your power, to have seen the things you have seen. ❜

❛ You want a companion. You want a link to the outside world. That's me. Take me.❜

❛ Do you like this? Do you like being food for the immortals? Do you like dying? ❜

❛ I assume I need no introduction. ❜

❛ Still whining. Heard enough? I've had to listen to that for centuries. ❜

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alive but at what cost

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absolutely not.

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who is the lamb & who is the knife ?

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still feeling a bit icky so i’m going to curl up early tonight <3

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❛ Is that what I should do? Let you go? ❜ pick your poison :>

interview with the vampire (1994) sentence starters.

she   had   not   ever   been   the   type   of   woman   to   think   she   had   a   right   to   say   what   he   should        –        or    shouldn't   do.        it   was   easy   enough   to   offer   her   professional   opinion,    to   say   that   she   didn't   recommend   the   way   he   so   often   put   himself   into   the   bloody   maw   of   danger,    that   she   did   not,    and   would   not,    ever   recommend   stabbing   a   fork   into   someone   else's   forehead,    or   his   own.    but   this   was   something   else   entirely,    not   a   professional   matter        –        not   a   question   of   whether   or   not   it   was   safe,    not   a   sweetly   spoken   reminder   to   take   caution   with   where   he   chose   to   bleed   from. 

her   back   pressed   to   the   wall   of   her   assigned   medical   room   for   the   night,    his   hand   wrapped   around   the   delicate   flesh   of   her   wrists,    holding   them   aloft,    the   stale   scent   of   cigarettes   and   his   cologne   wafting   into   her   nose.    if   lottie   had   heard   his   question,    she'd   not   yet   graced   him   with   a   response,    too   concerned   with   the   way   this   looked,    how   miniscule   she   felt   with   him   looming   above   her. 

it   was   hardly   the   first   time   he'd   had   her   like   this        –        but   she'd   tried   to   ensure   it   was   the   last,    had   spoken   gentle   words   of   insistence,    that   it   wasn't   right.    that   men   like   him   were   not   made   for   women   like   her.    his   existence   alone   in   her   personal   space   would've   set   her   father   raging   had   he   known,    would   have   ensured   lottie   never   know   the   peace   and   quiet   she'd   sought   out   from   underneath   his   thumb.    she   was   trying   to   save   them   both   the   trouble        –        to   make   it   easier   in   the   end,    when   mox   undoubtedly   decided   to   tire   of   gentle   hands   and   honey   sweet   lips. 

“yes.”       she   manages   finally,    swallowing   thick   as   her   gaze   drifts   to   his.        “it's       –        better   for   the   both   of   us   if   you   do,    isn't   it?” 

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a private , selective , low - activitiy ' a song of ice & fire ' &&. ' fire & blood ' multimuse account . largely book - based with mild show && headcanon influences . trigger heavy incl. murder , age gaps , incest , && physical && psychological abuse . WARNING: some of the muses depicted are unapologetically horrible and will be portrayed as such . lovingly penned by hannah.

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