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ELLE FANNING 28th Annual Critics Choice Awards in Los Angeles (January 15, 2023)

#ch. gabrielle adair #fc. elle fanning #i dont write but it had to be done #she is still the tallest woman in england LMFAOOO

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VIRGINIA GARDNER photographed by: sean thomas

#ch. natalie evans keller #fc. virginia gardner #idc idc she's my fave basic white woman forever #she's so pretty

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🍎 ｡:*• ─ IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME !     ›    ( a symbol meme for muses who want to do something special and fun together this christmas / holiday season. )

send a symbol for our muses to:

🌲  ─  visit a tree farm to pick the perfect christmas tree 🎄  ─  decorate a christmas tree together 💋  ─  be caught standing under the mistletoe 🍽  ─  prepare the christmas dinner together 🍪  ─  bake & decorate christmas/holiday-themed sugar cookies ☕️   ─  drink something warm and/or festive ( either at home, at a coffeeshop, christmas market, etc… ) 🏠  ─  decorate a gingerbread house together 🎬  ─  watch a christmas movie 🎭  ─  see a christmas musical/play at the theater 🔥  ─  have an indoor picnic by the fireplace and/or christmas tree 🌟  ─  drive around the city to see the christmas lights ✉️  ─  send each other a christmas card 🎅🏻  ─  be each other’s secret santa 🎁  ─  exchange & open chistmas presents 🛍   ─  go christmas shopping together 👕   ─  go out wearing matching christmas sweaters  🎉   ─  attend a holiday party together 📷   ─  have a holiday photoshoot 🎶   ─  go christmas caroling  💃   ─  dance around the living room to christmas songs 💖   ─  volunteer together at a local charity  ✈️   ─  go on a christmas getaway ✏️   ─  create their own christmas/holiday tradition 😈  ─  decide who has been the naughtiest and the nicest and give each other rewards & consequences accordingly  ( can be funny/platonic or sexy/nsfɯ, depending on muses’ relationship ) 🃏   ─  wildcard !  choose your own activity !

[karolinadean]

NOAH!

he knew he shouldn’t play her games, it was as close to playing with fire as noah would ever come but what was that saying about the moth and the flame? he was an honest man and would be the first to admit he was a god damn moth when it came to riley moore and her undying, beautifully perfect, fire. “you bet your damn ass it’s too much.” he offered, a eerily similar scowl on his features as to the gingerbread man his eyes trailed to from hers then back. “you better not say that’s me, woman or you’re asking for it.”

what she was asking for exactly, noah knew was a swat against her ass.. which, now that he thought about, was looking incredibly good with that apron knotted around her small waist. he took a step towards her, his scowl twisting into a smirk. his hand acted quickly, tapping against her bottom—and giving it a good squeeze—before he leaned against the counter beside her. “you gonna bake the whole crazy town? ‘cause i was hopin’ we had a few more years before I had to ship you off to the looney bin.”

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                A LAUGH ESCAPED HER LIPS, shaking her head as she dropped the frosting bag she’d been holding on to and swiping her finger against one of the unfinished cookies, getting it covered in frosting before she inched her way closer to him and tapping and smearing it all over his nose. “ you’ve needed to have me mentally evaluated the day you met me. “ she declared with a tilt of her chin, her arms coming to wrap themselves around his neck as she pulled him close to her. 

“ i’ve been waiting for the nice men with butterfly nets to tear down my DOOR for years. “ she mused with a snort. “ think crazy people like cupcakes noah? “ it was a question she didn’t care to have answered, instead she pressed her lips against his in a kiss, because the ass squeeze had given her an idea  — and hey, they had already done some pretty questionable things inside of her shop.. after hours.. especially recently because apparently ‘ no strings attached ‘ sex  had become their niche. “ riley, queen of the crazies... has a nice ring to it.. yeah? “

#interactions ; riley. #m ; riley moore. #i ; riley x noah. #v ; fairwood.

[karolinadean]

CARTER!

he felt her beside him before he even saw her, granted he was doing all he could to keep his eyes on the contracts he held against the wall and off the woman who was now hovering far too close beside him.. so close, in fact, that he could smell her oh-so-familiar scent. he had to physically hold himself back from leaning in closer.. hiding his face in the softest corners of her beautiful neck.. – carter closed his eyes, cursing himself. he couldn’t be this weak of a man, he refused. he could and would hold it together, he had too.

until – “you what?” fitz snapped his head towards her, his eyes landing on those doe orbs he longed to spend his nights lost in. how she went from overwhelming him to frustrating him in a matter of seconds was beyond him. if there was one thing carter was sure of, it was that caitlin sullivan was some type of witch sent to drive him utterly insane. “you can’t quit, miss sul– caitlin. we.. we have work to complete, quitting is out of the question.”

he shook his head as he backed away from her. space – yes, space was good. fitz’s mind worked a lot better the more space he put between them. he paused for a moment, debating the best way to say what was to come next before finally throwing caution to the wind and going for it. “if this.. if this has something to do with..” his eyes shifted between his desk, to her, and back to his desk. “well.. i promise you, we can remain professional. you don’t need to quit, caitlin. i don’t – i don’t want you to do that, please.”

                    NORMALLY SHE WOULD HAVE reveled in his frustration, just like she’d always done in the past, because driving him to the point where he questioned his sanity was satisfying   — if only to pay him back for EVERYTHING he made her feel. he was by all means the most annoying man she’d ever met but now instead of picturing herself choking him by wrapping his own tie around his neck, her mind painted a very different picture, a very crude picture. 

one that she didn’t want to spent her entire time at work fighting, she couldn’t not anymore. so instead she huffed. shaking her head, not entirely sure what she felt. should she not be relieved that he wanted her to stay? but the words ‘ i can and profesional ‘ just made her heart ache. she didn’t want that and that was the problem. “ i can’t. “ her voice was far calmer than she would have expected to be, even as she felt herself release a heavy sigh. 

“ and quite frankly... i don’t want to. “ and she did it again, stepped closer ignoring the fact that he’d stepped away from her. “ which poses a problem. “ well of course it posed a problem.. ‘ god was she stupid. ‘ but when wasn’t she around him? for someone who prided herself on her intellect, she truly couldn’t tell her right from her left when he was around. “ that night... “ she swallowed hard and this time it was her who avoided his gaze, and she shook her head. “ i don’t want to be the GIRL who slept with her boss. “ no she was far too professional, and far too ambitious for that. “ or the one who pines for him for that matter. “ because yes that was the only way she’d admit she felt something for him.  “ my life is already sad enough as is... i don’t need to add PATHETIC to it too. “ she was quoting his girlfriend but that was beside the point.

#interactions ; caitlin. #m ; caitlin sullivan. #i ; caitlin x carter. #v ; pride and prejudice.

[karolinadean]

CARTER!

carter hadn’t done many stupid things in his life. he had always been the one to ‘do the right thing’. he was the calm, cool and collected one. the thinker. At times, the boring one even. he never stepped out of line, always handed in his assignments on time as a student, was a reliable and fair boss, he was the perfect son and as he’d grown, became what some would call a good man. he wasn’t so sure of that himself.. not anymore anyway. maybe if you had asked him a few months ago, even weeks but that was before.. before he’d done the one thing he’d never before done in his life —— acted without thought, without reason. followed his heart.. his deepest desires.

not since he’d thrown caitlin across his office, onto his desk, and done things to her behind that closed door even he blushed when thinking about.

speaking of.. much like the devil, caitlin seemed to appear whenever fitz even briefly thought of her.. which, if he was honest with himself, was a hell of a lot (and that, you see, was where his problem laid).

“i uh..” he quickly stood up behind his desk to greet her, knocking over his mug of coffee in the process. “damn it!” he quickly reached from a napkin and began dapping the spill, shaking his head at how much of an idiot he must look like. he hadn’t seen her since.. the incident and here he was, couldn’t even say hello. she must think he was a complete fool. fitz was sure she regretted their actions (her lack of contact had made that incredibly clear).

“the.. papers right yes, they looked good. yes. i can sign them, miss sullivan. not a problem at all.. let me just..” he glanced at his desk and the spilled coffee and all he could see was caitlin.. spread out before him, bare.. and there was the blush. carter quickly grabbed the papers from her hands and turned away, holding them against his wall as he signed his name quicker than he ever had before.

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                  THE MEMORIES OF THE night they shared had been on constant reply from the moment she set foot in his office  — so much so, that the brunette wondered how she was keeping it together. the sight of his desk alone, send a chill down her spine... the good kind, mind you. which was her entire problem: she didn’t care about his girlfriend, she didn’t care about the fact that he wasn’t hers to have and most certainly not hers to keep not past that ONE night anyway. she’d treasure it regardless, keep it locked away in the back of her mind as the single happiest and most passionate moment of her life. 

because that’s what it had been, the two of them, finally giving room for all that tension to become more than a ‘ feeling ‘ everything had become action and the way her name had slipped his lips that night... had tricked her into thinking that perhaps he felt what she did. that maybe one small part of him cared for her the same way that she did.. which was selfish, because she’d blown it, time and time again she’d pushed him away because she wasn’t ready... she was afraid. 

still doe eyes remained glued on him, brows furrowing slightly as she watched him klutz his way around the desk she’d come to know so well. gaze faltering for a moment as she suppressed the urge to smile as he stumbled through his words, no instead her eyes softened and concerned replaced that brief hint of amusement. “ mr... carter. “ her voice was low, as she walked those few steps around his desk so she could be standing beside him.  they were way past formality at this point. “ i thought... did we not agree that you’d address me by name? “ they had, because they were friends.. or had been... who knew at this point. an awkward paused as doe eyes found his. “ do you... “ she stopped talked, and shook her head, the sensation of stinging in her eyes making her realize that she was going to burst into tears. “ i quit. “  the words had come out before she even considered them, because clearly sanity had left her long ago.

#interactions ; caitlin. #m ; caitlin sullivan. #i ; caitlin x carter. #v ; pride and prejudice.

[karolinadean]

NERA!

nera suppressed the desire to roll her gaze at her new sisters response. namely as it was an extra effort she needn’t bother with, much like speaking too loud or in this instance, fetching a drink. ❝  oh how clever you are, had i thought of such a thing i would not be standing here. ❞ but unlike mila’s poetic way she’d gone about her truthful bite, the dornish born couldn’t reciprocate the same sweet melody that could lull a child off to sleep. 

she was of sun and sand, and despite the name tyrell that now accompanied her given name and the highgarden garments that would drape her sun-kissed complexion, nera was and always would be a MARTELL. nothing could hide that ( much to the dismay of several in highgarden ). 

❝  but since you, dear sister, know these grounds so well you should be the one to acquire it for me. after all, i am asking you directly.  ❞ and with such a way with her words that resembled the very serpent she once feared as a child, nera’s words were sharp, her tone ending with a bite and her stance now close enough to behold what flakes of gold were in the tyrell girl’s bright eyes. and much like her brother there was something in those eyes nera couldn’t place but it certainly wasn’t compassion.  ❝  you are welcome to reject it of course.  ❞

but as if the gods did not wish for such a spat between women on that brightly lit day, a woman came rushing in with the very drink nera had gone on about for the last few minutes. ❝  forgive me,  ❞ the woman begged and held up the drink to nera before a smile of acknowledgement was given to camellia. 

❝  not as if anyone had anything better to do,  ❞ nera commented and with a flick of her wrist dismissed the woman. ❝  now you can still show me around lady camellia.  ❞ the raven-haired woman turned with her drink in hand to retreat back to the confines of her room, but stopped to give the lady a glance over. 

❝  and find me that dress, i want one.  ❞

                " YOU MUSN’T BLAME YOURSELF for the oversight dear  — not all of us have been deem fit to blessed with a QUICK mind. “ more sickly sweet words, but each laced with a special kind of venom one that mila only ever used when she wanted to make her superiority to someone else evident. nera martell may have married the ‘ ruling ‘ lord of highgarden but camellia tyrell was who pulled the strings and wife or not, the rose would make sure that it stayed as such. and unfortunately for her new family member that meant that she’d get thorns along with soft petals. 

" and i’ve refused you DIRECTLY. “ a pause, her words a bit too sharp for her liking. if there was something she prided herself on it was her ‘ sweet ‘ and ‘ angelic ‘ presence one that wasn’t so easy to maintain when in the presence of an actual viper.  “ you have a lady’s maid do you not? “ she gestured towards what seemed an empty hall, before turning to her own. “ you may borrow one of mine if you wish. “ a less than sincere offer as she turned back to plop down on a comfortable and overly luxurious but soft couch in her chambers. making sure to make it obvious that she had no intention of moving.

and then it came the drink, her servants were nothing if not well trained and she’d have to thank them for it later. still the lady’s brow furrowed. “ yes, i could. “ she paused.... making sure to take her time answering.

“ but i shan’t “ 

and with that came an overly dramatic yawn, as she let her head rest on the back frame of the couch. “ you are however free to pester your HUSBAND, dear lady  — i’m sure he’s bored enough of whacking his stick against all available flowers to spare some attention. “ there was a double meaning in her words one that she knew the martell viper would quickly catch. as bothersome as her presence was, mila could appreciate the girl’s wit. it was almost as sharp as hers... almost." 

“ you must have ONE made then. “ and then she’d be sure to ‘ lose ‘ or ‘ burn ‘ hers whichever came first. “ i shall have my seamstress, make one up for you  — a welcome to highgarden gift... from your loving sister. “ far from it, and the gesture was as empty as her words but all for the sake of image, she’d been too liberal with her distaste towards nera already.

#interactions ; camellia. #m ; camellia tyrell. #i ; mila x nera. #v ; asoiaf.

[karolinadean]

RICHARD!

that was enough for him to continue, to return the kiss just as deeply and passionately as she was kissing him. richards hands continued to roam her body in a way they had never done so before, he wanted this, he wanted to get lost in her completely. his lips trailed down her skin as his fingers worked on the buttons of her dress.  every button undone revealing another fragment of her skin, another one he had yet to explore and was aching to do so. once done with the kirtle he carefully, lifted up her dress, lifting it up and over head, his eyes never leaving hers. his hands were shaky, nervous, not because he hadn’t done this before but rather because he didn’t want to hurt her, and he didn’t want her to hate it. she, he had come to realize, gabrielle, was the most precious thing in his life. he slid down, mouth finding her breast, suckling on her nipple as his free hand caressed the other. he kissed his way across her breasts, paying the same amount of attention to the other, before making his way down her body, kissing down her abdomen, her navel, feeling the way her soft skin felt on his lips, his hands. he continued his way down, stopping at her inner thigh and placing a soft kiss, one on the left, one on the right, lavishing them with kisses before his mouth found her core. richard buried his face between her legs, his lips locking on her most sensitive spot as his eyes came up to find hers. 

               SHE WAS FEELING SO many new things and they were exhilarating, eyes fluttered shut as her lips occupied themselves with his  — back arching slightly as his hands traveled down her frame, her own tangling in his hair, before she moved them down, tentatively tracing his shoulders with her fingertips, and giving herself permission to explore further down, as he busied herself with getting her out of her dress an action that made the blood rush to her cheeks, normally pale skin, flushing red, but her eyes never left his, she was nervous, but she was comforted by the fact that she wasn’t the only one.. at least for as long as she could think because as soon as his lips began to trail down her neck, blue eyes fluttered shut, and her head tilting was an automatic response and then came.. ‘ oh ‘  that was very NEW and the sound that slipped from her lips  — it was one of surprise but with equal measures of enjoyment. back arching as he moved his way down, her own hands coming to rest in his hair until he seemed to be far out of reach... she watched him eyes, both excited and curious, her head fell backwards as he kissed between her legs and then her core, and once again a moan left her lips, it was loud and she would have probably felt more awkward about it, had she any reason to think of anything outside of how GOOD it felt. “ mon dieu.. “ her native language slipped her lips, as she locked eyes with him, nodding in approval.

#interactions ; gabrielle. #m ; gabrielle adair. #i ; brielle x richard. #v ; trc.

[karolinadean]

RICHARD!

you’ve made it home.. richard was glad to hear those words because if she still ached for france, he was sure his heart would have broken just slightly. he had done everything to make her feel as comfortable as possible, and would have continued to do so had she asked him to. je t’aime richard. to believe that she might love him was one thing, but to actually hear those words fall from her lips – that was an entirely different thing. admittedly, one that richard hadn’t quite expected her to say. when it came to arranged marriages, you always heard about the fondness one grew to have for their partner, but never the stories of the love that might have grown there. real love.  “i love you too, brielle,” the duke replied, a happy chuckle falling from his lips before kissing her feverishly, passionately as he leaned into, carefully easing her onto her back while his curious hands roamed her body. he paused briefly, if only to look at her ocean colored eyes. he needed to know that this was what she wanted, and that if it wasn’t and she wasn’t ready, he was a patient man, and he wasn’t going anywhere. “you’re my wife, and i adore you, but if ye are not ready, love…i can wait. i need you to know that.” 

               THE LOVE SHE FELT for her husband now, hadn’t been there when they met  — how could it be? two strangers pushed together, but there had been an understanding and while she’d come to accept that her ‘ love story ‘ wasn’t going to be anything like the epic tales of romance her mother spoke of or the stories her sidonnie read to her before bed, the princess truly believed that this was better. it had been slow and gentle and it hadn’t been an i woke up one day revelation, if not something much sweeter than that. the princess echoed his same laugh as the words ‘ i love you ‘ left her husbands lips, hands still gently holding onto his face as she nuzzled her nose against his for a moment before they kissed again, a breathy sigh catching in her throat as it happened  — because it was different, still as gentle as ever but there was something else behind it... there was passion and that was new, but oh so exciting. so she kissed him back, doing her best to reciprocate, hands tangling in his hair before he pulled back. the blue of her eyes meeting his, her hands moving to reach for his, placing them over the buttons of her dress. they’d waited long enough hadn’t they? surely she didn’t really KNOW what happened next but, she wanted to find out. “ i think... “ her voice trailed, still feeling breathless as her lips grazed his. “ we’ve waited LONG enough and... “ another small pause. “ i want to know YOU, like i’ve come to know your mind, and soul..” and with that her lips crashed against his once more, instantly becoming a deep kiss, as she tugged him closer.

#interactions ; gabrielle. #m ; gabrielle adair. #i ; brielle x richard. #v ; trc. #it's been like 5 years bro she horny lmaoo

[karolinadean]

RICHARD!

“very true,” he half-smiled, nodding in agreement as he stood up, continuing to undress and get ready for bed as he spoke.  seldom were those moments in which they were allowed a minute, most of these moments only being while it was just the two of them, here, in their bedroom. while england knew peace now, there was so much going on abroad in this “new world” that always caught their attention, a meeting called every now and then that required him to leave for days or month’s time, keeping them apart. richard hated those moments, but there was little he wouldn’t do for his brother or england.  “speaking of moment to ourselves, “ he started,  his shirt, the last of his garments, falling on the ground, “we will soon have a house to ourselves..” richard had several discussions with harry about his lands, going off to take care of them and leaving london for a while, focusing on suffolk until it was once again time to leave for the new world. as richard had expected, henry agreed, allowing for richard and brielle to return to suffolk, aware and more than sure that his brother would return whenever he called. “we’re going to be leaving for suffolk soon…” richard was hesitant, unsure of how to say or continue, but he did so anyway, “and i know you’ve made a home here in london, but what about going to our home? for now at least?”  he asked, an eyebrow raised as he looked at her. “a place all to ourselves? if ye hate it, despise it even, we can come right back.” richard swallowed hard, taking her hand in hers. “what do ye say, mon amour?”   

              SHE’D FOLLOWED HIS EVERY move, from the moment he entered the room it was difficult not to  — especially when she’d come to feel like he was what kept her standing upright most of the time. and their nightly routine had grown comfortable, like she could be herself without having to think about it. it reminded her of all the those sonnets and poems she’d read but somehow it was better. his statement however took her by surprise, but her smile grew wider and she moved her hand so her fingers were laced with his, giving a soft squeeze the princess looked down for a moment, before allowing her gaze to meet his, eyes soft as she inched closer. “ you’ve MADE it home. “ she corrected, her french accent still rather thick when she spoke english but more understandable than it had been when she first arrived. “ london, suffolk, even france... are all just places  — without... “ her voice trailed again and this time it was her hand that went up to rest on his cheek, once again she inched closer, she’d always been of the shy sort and even now she wasn’t entirely sure of what she was doing but she was sure that she wanted to do it. so she pressed her lips to his, a soft kiss at first one that she wasn’t sure would linger but did so anyway at least for a moment, before she pulled back and let her forehead lean against his. “ je t'aime richard “ and she did truly and sincerely. “ and i very much look forward to OUR new adventure together. “ and perhaps they could start now... after all there was one thing they hadn’t explored. yet. so she pressed her lips to his again, this time with far more conviction than the first.

#interactions ; gabrielle. #m ; gabrielle adair. #i ; brielle x richard. #v ; trc.

[karolinadean]

RICHARD!

karolinadean asked: a kiss on the inner thigh. gabrielle x richard ( it’s TIME BYE)

giving you a para because their first time couldn’t be a fucking meme. 

his marriage with gabrielle had been one made for country, but throughout the years, and since the very minute he met her, he couldn’t deny the feelings that were starting to build for her. at first they were friendly, caring for the young woman deeply, more so than he had ever cared for another woman. then from one day to another, a sun rise and a sunset, he realized that this deep care he had for her, this overwhelming desire to make sure that she was okay, well taken care of, lacking nothing – this came from a place much deeper than one of friendship. he was in love with the french princess. while he wasn’t sure whether his were reciprocated, richard knew that he didn’t entirely care. he would love her nonetheless, and wait. wait for the day she was ready to love him, wait for the ready she was ready to be loved.

 there was so much damage done from the beginning – not by them, but by prior members of their family. maybe they, his siblings, her siblings, were right to think that this was there way of remedying it. the young duke walked into their chambers, as he had done every other night before that. they knew that their siblings were expecting a french and english prince, a young duke that would help the current state of affairs between the two countries, and while richard agreed, he always left it up to gabrielle, whether she wanted to, whether she was ready. if it was another day of talking all night, then so be it.  their siblings did not have to know that. 

the man walked towards the young woman on the bed, sitting down beside her, the smallest of smiles of his lips as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “how was your day?”  he asked, undoing the ties on his shirt, waiting for her answer. he wasn’t asking to ask, he wasn’t asking for small conversation, he always wanted to know.

               SETTLING INTO MARRIED LIFE had both been simple and difficult at the same time, on one side there had been the fear of leaving and missing home  — and on the other? the prospect of an adventure, like the many she’d craved her entire life. she’d always promised herself that she’d see more than france some day even if all that promise would ever was a ‘ pretty dream ‘ because it wasn’t a secret, the french had burned bridges  — long before her brother’s reign and even longer since her birth.  her father had made mistakes, but he had still be her father one who doted on not just her but her siblings too. so the proposal of leaving the safety that versailles provided to walk into a ‘ den of lions ‘ had not been easy to swallow, but the princess loved her country, the idea of love hadn’t been important to her, but then she met him.

her husband: and richard adair was everything she hadn’t expected so much unlike the rumors she’d always heard. the english duke, was warm, attentive and she’d been AFRAID at first. so afraid  — of opening up, of being considered ‘ not good enough ‘ of never really belonging, and yet somehow the years had gone by... wonderful years where she’d gotten to know him, gotten to see his heart in a way she never thought she’d be able to know anyone’s and thus came fondness, she found herself looking forward to their conversations each and every day, and now that fondness had become something else entirely: love. 

richard was home. 

not england, not france, but her husband she finally understood her brother, or her inlaws  — because when she looked at henry and his queen, george and elizabeth.. at first it seemed ridiculous, to be so wrapped up in another person to want nothing more than to spend time with them, but she understood now, she saw it now and then came his voice, an instant smile forming on her lips, ocean colored eyes brightening up as she set the book she’d been reading aside and turning her body to face his. “ much much better, now that you’re here. “ she replied with a scrunch of her nose as she pushed her dress to the side in order to make room for him on their bed. “ but that’s no surprise, the day often brightens up, when ye and i are allowed a moment to ourselves. “

#interactions ; gabrielle. #m ; gabrielle adair. #i ; brielle x richard. #v ; trc.

[karolinadean]

EMYR!

the low timbre growl from the direwolf set emyr back a half step, colliding with the shoulder of a dull brown haired girl with grey eyes that appeared just as clouded apart from the small spark of amusement that came at her brothers expense. GALENE GREYJOY. had it not been for her tempered chisel to a block of marble the siblings would have appeared almost indistinguishable, almost. 

❝  do they sleep in your bed ?  ❞ galene directed her question to the lady stark with a careless shove of emyr’s right shoulder as he had done to her. ❝  i’ve heard —  ❞

❝  galene ❞ emyr directed a glare to his sister, blue eyes narrowed as a warning that was only met with a guttural chuckle, but not from galene. THE IRONBORN, ulfric, who stood off to the side had hardly repressed the unfavored expression. ❝  it was a long journey lord greyjoy, you should know as any what that can do to a man  ❞ ulfric spoke in a gravelly trill, the sort that came from long days of harsh winds and salted water. 

❝  or woman,  ❞ galene interrupted. an excuse for behavior that emry turned his lip up at as was such the reaction whenever faced with something he didn’t like, nor approve of. ❝  go on then,  ❞ emyr gestured, ❝  go get something  to eat and rest, all of you.  ❞ but even emry knew better than to assume an ironborn would ever put on an act to exude good manners, they were the ironborn after all. harsh and cruel conditions built such men, and despite a favorable greeting to the starks in their home of winterfell, he was still one. 

perhapses not everyone of the north saw it that way however because when the lady of winterfell spoke emry had turned back to her like a trance had been placed upon him. some would even call it a fool in love, or at least that would become the perception of two of the ironborn who had turned their backs and departed amongst the northerns to find rest and drink  until the feast the following evening. ❝  of course,  ❞

once proper gratitude had been given to king of the north, emyr swiftly followed beside the lady stark with his hands clasped behind hi back but hadn’t dared looked upon her nor even spoke a word until they had disappeared from her brother’s burning gaze upon his back. but even still, he waited. 

❝  i wanted to deliver this one myself.  ❞ from his breast pocket emry produced a small folded piece of parchment covered in ink that formed ill-written penmanship but words none the less. the sort that could hardly touch on that feeling he could never seem to express, the one that he only ever felt when the calm waters were moments away from erupting into a storm, a battle at sea. he turned to her, the letter still tightly held in his grasp between calloused fingers that when outstretched for mayrssa to take quickly were pulled back. ❝  i do not know if i should give this to you though,  ❞ his words as playful as his actions to keep the inked paper from reach. 

❝  what do you think i should do lady stark ?  ❞ emyr asked. 

❝  do you think i should give this to who it belong to ? maybe that is too simple. i have heard she is fond of a challenge.  ❞

               THE YOUNGER GREYJOY’S QUESTION pulled a soft giggle from the lady, a hand still delicately placed on lyra’s back in a silent command to have heel. the golden colored wolf, continued to growl, usually warm eyes now narrowed in a cold glare that even ryssa couldn’t say she recognized. a fondness did spur inside of her however, the obvious translation of her wolf’s actions were meant to say: i protect her and the princess felt the exact same way: she protected her wolf, always. “ she used to. “ she explained in acknowledgement towards galene. “ the first FEW months of her life at least  — but it’s long been past the time that she’s been able to rest on my bed, less of course i slept on the floor. “ she added with a lighthearted chuckle. “ these days lyra prefers, something closer to my door. “ because it was the easiest point of access for an intruder and if someone meaning harm attempted to enter  — they’d see her first. 

“ off you go. “ she dismissed the wolf as she looked down, a stern but loving look on her features. “ the creature emitting another low growl in one last attempt to warn. ryssa knew better than to assume that lyra would be anywhere that wasn’t close by. but she’d raised a polite animal one that was still ferocious, a side that was often said to parallel her own personality. the princess of winterfell was the PERFECT lady, had been from birth but she also had northern blood in her, which meant her spirit was untamable and that had been proven true over the course of her life time, many who tried to tame her, had failed and would continue to do so.

the stark girl couldn’t deny that she was enjoying the interaction, the only experience she’d had with the iron born prince’s family had been through letters and she’d noticed that he hadn’t been extensive, not like she had anyway. but that was just who she was ryssa had a tendency to gush when it came to her siblings, which wasn’t difficult to understand being so isolated in the north meant that she had few friends and as she’d long ago been taught even fewer TRUE ones, ‘ everyone who isn’t us ‘ that was the philosophy she’d set aside when she opened her heart to emyr via letter. 

the crowd was dismissed after a few charming quips and glances of disapproval from her brother’s advisors, one who in particular kept a beady glare glued on winterfell’s princess. a glare that she wasn’t entirely aware of as doe eyes were focused on an entirely different view, hints of light reflected in her dark eyes, a gleam that almost made them sparkle as she looked up at the prince. he was much taller than he appeared during her daydreams. 

and there had been many. 

still she waited, containing the urge to leap forward and embrace him in a hug because there was no denying that her heart ached for more than words now. she’d anxiously waited for this day, counting down in her head and spending more than a few weeks making sure that she had the perfect gown, her usually wild tresses were somewhat ‘ tamed ‘ now but that didn’t mean that a few curls didn’t blow across her face as cold wind swept around them. his words pulled a smile from her as she eyed him with a quirk of her brow. 

“ now lord greyjoy i do not believe that TESTING me inside the walls of my home is in your best interest. “ she warned, the playfulness in her voice obvious as she spoke, a light and delicate hand came to rest on her hip as she stopped in front of him, their height difference now incredibly obvious as she stood a short distance from him. “ and last i re-call i didn’t peg you for FOOLISH. “ she added once more, her smile still wide as she swayed from side to side in a slightly innocent way.

“ but you are correct, i do happen to ENJOY a challenge. “ and she’d won many of them, against seasoned men and women too. she stepped forward and attempted to reach for the letter she was holding above her head, and once she failed she pouted slightly. “ or... “ her voice trailed. “ perhaps i’ll cry  — a helpless damsel, has been proven to be a weakness for men over many centuries. “ she finished with a tilt of her chin.

“ but something tells me you’ll HAND it to me, regardless of what i do. “ she finished, tone confident and stance proud. “ and i am in no rush, i can wait until said time comes. “

#interactions ; mayrssa. #m ; mayrssa stark. #i ; ryssa x emyr. #v ; asoiaf.

[karolinadean]

EMYR!

emyr had been one of the last to trail behind the others born of the iron islands. all the while the watchful eye of ulfric hawlaw bore upon him through the strands of hair darkened by days gone by without anywhere to turn to but the salt water seas below. emyr had glanced to the man, but a minute too late for ulfric had seen the newfound twinkle in the eye of the price of pyke the moment his lingering gaze found its subject, one mayrssa stark of winterfell. the prince smiled. only enough to address her without cause for attention but enough that he needn’t say a word. after all, written seemed to be their preferred method of communication ( at the very least the safer of the options ) . 

of course, when the time had come to give a proper form of gratitude to house stark for their hospitality, emyr was first. he had been the eldest of house greyjoy to accompany the iron fleet on such a journey. the second eldest and first expendable one compared to his brother, the king of the iron islands. king stark, his queen … and MAYRSSA. 

he allowed the corners of his lips to pull up once more with those stormy blue eyes that never once departed from the sight of the raven haired woman before him. and it had been with trepidation that emyr reached for the hand of lady stark ; but it was for no other sort of fear than the type that made a man crave. it turned in the pit of his stomach, much the same as the calming seconds before a war of seas commenced. 

𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖

he didn’t want to reach too quickly as that neediness that could only otherwise be described as LONGING would be too obvious, but it was still there. and within the blink of an eye he had been forced to release the grasp of the hand he had just placed a kiss upon with the very favorable words of ❝  lady stark  ❞ to accompany the action. and then it was to her sister. much the same but done with little attention placed on the younger stark girl. in fact, it had been the stolen glance that ulfric caught once more before pleasantries were aside and talk of a great feast had erupted into much excitement.  

❝  when a deal is well struck i do not see why there should not be celebration between our people,  ❞ emyr came to agreement when the large hand of a jolly man with a ginger beard of tall stature had exclaimed the begging of yet another deal that favored the iron islands well. and while the port of white harbor was the usual destination for a deal as such, the queen who sat upon the iron throne was without a doubt a certainly good way to bond the unlikely of trades.  ❝  and they say the gods favor a good deal,  ❞ the man with a red beard continued on with a pat on the ironborns back. 

emyr chuckled in response, his unspoken agreement to the phrase before he was quick to pause the conversation. ❝  and we will, but to do so we must rest first, ❞ but of course, not a moment had been spared where emyr’s gaze did not search for the woman behind all the letters he sent, even if he was in the company of others. so trade and rest it would be before the feast. 

               HOUSE STARK STOOD TALL and proud, the eldest princess of the north situated exactly where she belonged on her brother’s right side a position that mirrored much of their life  — as she was and always had been a trusted advisor, her word carried weight and while she no longer was ‘ the lady of winterfell ‘ not since he married, she was still a stark and that alone carried weight. she was by all means a coveted prize, a fact that was everything but lost to her and while maryssa had been taught better, she knew better, her heart couldn’t help but crave love. 

the strongest of all emotions and the most capable of destroying a man, such had been the downfall of those who came before her and so it appear that it may be hers as well for when her eyes met the profound blue of the ironborn prince’s gaze all she could think  — no all she could crave was to find herself lost in them. the rosy flush that rose to her cheeks, unbeknown to her had been noticed, the calculating eyes of and advisor staring between the young princess and the lord now kissing her hand. 

that smile would be her undoing. 

that much could be said, but did it worry her? absolutely not. words came to the front of her thoughts, words he’d written to her  — reassurance that he’d catch her if she fell and with him standing here, finally in person it would seem that said promises would be put to the test. so she smiled, as any polite lady would. bowing her head in sign of acknowledgement and doing her best to keep her gaze from lingering on him for too long. a soft laugh slipping past her lips as the promise of a celebration was brought forth. 

until the idea of rest came about. she looked to her brother, who spoke next, happily agreeing and clapping hands on shoulders, because men congratulated each other on the smallest of things that had been another lesson in one of the many chapters she was well versed in. “ then we mustn’t waste any time. “  came her voice as she looked from the happy bunch of men, back to the man who so captured her attention. “ we must have you settle in at once. “ the words were more a command than they were a suggestion, leaving little to no room for argument, her attention only faltered as the familiar ruffling of her skirt registered  — and like clockwork came the growl. 

lyra. 

the golden colored direwolf, now standing next to the stark she was bonded to, the princess shook her head, silently placing a hand on the animals back in reassurance. watching as she bared her teeth, a disapproving look coming from more than one advisor, but she knew that they’d hold their tongue after all taming a wolf had proven impossible over the years, they were as strong as winter and as free as the wind. the only orders they followed were their own.

“ lord greyjoy, if it pleases you i’d be more than HAPPY to guide you through our home. “ a clever offer, because some time alone away from prying eyes was warranted, maybe then she’d be able to lose the formality that felt so cold  — especially when she thought of all those sweet words they’d written to each other. her suggestion seemed to be accepted, the welcoming crowd dispersing before her brother gave her a nod of approval, the dark haired beauty turned to look at him, a sweet smile appearing on light colored lips before she spoke again, a hand still resting gently over her now settled wolf’s back.

“ shall we? “

#interactions ; mayrssa. #m ; mayrssa stark. #i ; ryssa x emyr. #v ; asoiaf.

[karolinadean]

NERA!

𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚢𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕 ( @karolinadean​ ) 

yet another whimper passed the lips of the dorne woman. the seconds passed and still no drink had been bestowed upon the now ruling lady of highgarden and she couldn’t dare get one for herself. not only would that be beneath her but the very idea of raising her body from its comfort against the plushness of her seat was a positively BARBARIC idea to put it bluntly. ❝  the sands of dorne could cover westeros before i will be brought my drink.  ❞ nera shouted in hopes another able body would produce her requested item. in all of highgarrden not one servant could even relinquish their current duties in favor of their ruling lady, her husband ( much to his dismay ) would hear about this. 

❝  ugh !  ❞ she grunted and tossed back the excess fabric of her dorne fashioned dress. sheer fabric that mimicked the color pallet of the dessert she knew well, bone, shell, even a brilliant orange, the colors cascaded down her olive skin and twisted and turned to a revealing style that worked quite well from what she had seen in the place she called home now. every woman in highgarden seemed to favor the exposure of their skin to not. 

❝  must i really do everything myself ?  ❞ 

and with one final huff, nera pushed herself from her seat and walked to the door wherre she stood and did not pass over the threshold until her golden eyes that somehow reflected a sharp emerald caught sight of her sister-in-law. ❝  camellia,  ❞ nera called. ❝  be the rose of highgarden that you are and fetch me a drink. and find your brother when you are done, i have words.  ❞

                ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER BORE such seemed to be life at highgarden as of late even with the whispers of a ‘ looming ‘ war, camellia tyrell was uninterest or at least she had been  — up until the mention of independence, a status change from lady to princess would be most beneficial in her self assigned pursuit to marry a man who could raise her station and what was higher than ‘ being the most coveted ‘ woman in highgarden? most would say nothing, nothing short of royalty, a burden she was born to wear and one she would wear well. 

so naturally it meant that she’d support it, be the delicate whisper in her dear brother’s ear as she had been for many years, that voice that encouraged and convinced him that his most brilliant ideas were indeed his own. she’d perfected the art of allowing others to hear what they wanted, sweet words falling from delicate pink colored lips, words dripping in faux sweetness that practically made her audience hang from each syllable  — a talent, one that hadn’t been seen since the likes of the great ‘ olenna tyrell ‘ herself. 

strolling through the beautifully lit halls of her bright home, the lady seemed to glide if not float through the palace, the floaty material of her emerald green dress trailing behind her as the warmth of the sun’s rays, embraced her bare back, turning a corner mila placed a strand of her light locks behind one of her ears, her icy blues only moving as her body turned in the direction of a voice. 

one that made her suppress a groan. 

“ why? have your feet stopped working, my lady? “ her tone was honey sweet, hypocritical and dripping with sharp sarcasm all aimed at the woman who she now deemed to be the bane of her existence. “ surely the ‘ newly ‘ made rose of highgarden would know that she has free reign  — why not start taking advantage of it, by learning to fetch things for yourself? “ she mused with a subtle but defiant tilt of her chin as she all but stared the dark haired woman down, clearly planting her feet to that one that she’d decided she’d be dragged out of, out of sheer will and spite.

#interactions ; camellia. #m ; camellia tyrell. #i ; mila x nera. #v ; asoiaf.

[karolinadean]

EMYR!

𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚛𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚔 ( @karolinadean ) 

it had come like a thief in the night, quiet waves lulled the creaking wood of the docked ships that belonged to the iron fleet as a mother cradled a child. but the cold northern winds that met the kraken embroidered sails were harsh and only grew in strength as what little light remained in the northern town sky would soon be replaced by candle light. 

❝  don’t take your eyes off it,  ❞ emyr warned when he had stepped foot onto the port of white harbor. and while the sea may have very well been to his back, a he looked around the corner of his upper lip had turned up just enough to express the disgust for the journey that would come to make it all the way to winterfell. 

a great house in the middle of northern westeros, but a landlocked one and a greyjoy never did like to stray too far from the fourteen seas. ❝  lord emyr … ❞ the ironborn who had accompanied the prince of pyke called with a nod to his left, further from the ship. ❝  lord manderly has requested your presence.  ❞

however, an exception had been made for the advantages that would come when deals were struck, trades were made and all men could depart without the desire to rid the other of their head. the mainland always was a barbaric place when the ironborn dared to step foot upon its shores. emyr wrinkled his nose at the proposition and with a flail of his wrist that extended out to the tips of his fingers ( to suggest anything but respect for the request ) the PRINCE OF PYKE made a grandiose gesture to his companion. ❝  let’s go see this lord.  ❞ and the hospitality he knew not of for guests who traveled far and fought against unfavorable conditions to trade with such a barren land of ice. 

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 …

until morning came and the journey continued by way of which emyr never found favorable until they had reached the walls of their destination WINTERFELL. each man and woman ironborn  had mimicked the same gestures of their captain. they had allowed their bags to fall to the snowy ground and huffed off the weight that would make their muscles sore and back ache for a hot bath and relief from the cold. they met each others gaze with emyr’s own stormy blue eyes locked on his younger sister ( it wouldn’t be much of a trade without at least two greyjoys to see it through ) for only a moment before both greyjoy siblings met the sight of the wall. 

a sight that had been met with the words ❝  open the gate !  ❞ a husky voice bellowed from upon the watch tower and as if his voice had moved the earth itself the doors of winterfell began to part to the group of ironborn sent to the north for trade, or so it was assumed. 

               SHE’D BEEN WOKEN UP BY the subtle cold breeze sneaking through slightly open window, the sharpness against her cheek provided instant comfort, one that made her stir in bed and pull the heavy fur blankets even further over her head. only to flinch at the sound of her chamber doors being pushed open  — the rush sounding voice of her lady’s maid reaching her ears as ryssa willed her self to sit up. the frantic whispers of ‘ guests ‘ and  ‘ duty ‘ plaguing her for a second, only fading away when she remembered who it was that winterfell was expecting. 

doe eyes quickly glancing over to her locked desk, as her memory circled around the countless letters hidden beneath a secret compartment in one of her drawers, letters filled with love  — dreams and so many things that the stark princess would not dare say out loud. no they were secrets, ones that not even her siblings knew, not her brother, her king, nor the others. no they had been meant for one person and one person only. so she did as she was told, quickly requesting her guard’s presence at her door, as her curls were brushed away from her face a delicate but subtle crown with silver details placed on her head as her gown was laced up. 

the long dark skirt brushing up against the ground as she rushed out, bowing in a hurry as she met her brother’s stern gaze  — she was late, but when had she ever been early. still she took her place, next to the king and queen of winterfell as was her right, the ELDEST stark princess, hands tightly resting at her sides as she felt her stomach due several flips, her nerves rising to the point that her cheeks blushed and all she could really hope was that those around her were paying more attention to the exciting events instead of her. 

and then they opened, the doors and she held in a breath. 

dark eyes scanning the group that had come in until they landed on him, the confirmation making her bow her head, feeling sheepish and incredibly self aware the princess willed herself to look back up, a smile dawning on rose colored lips, those lips held their tint even with the harsh weather  — the unforgiving cold, but it was that very same cold that she would argue suited her best. and so she waited, waited for the party to pay their respects to her brother and his queen, and then it came.. as he stood before her, she fell into a respectful curtsey before extending a hand out, for him to take.  “ winterfell, welcomes you with OPEN arms, my lord. “ 

#interactions ; mayrssa. #m ; mayrssa stark. #i ; ryssa x emyr. #v ; asoiaf.

[karolinadean]

PETER!

an eyebrow raised, “what exactly goes on in that head of yours, love?” peter chuckled, shaking his head as he slid his meal over to her, “that’s exactly what i said.” he was already used to switching meals with her, it’s why he didn’t eat most of the burger, anyway, and always started with the fries.  alexandra would always order the wrong thing either because she was being rushed, or wasn’t paying attention, and when she finally got her meal, they would switch – because it wasn’t what she wanted, it’s why peter made sure to order something she would want to eat, so she didn’t grow hungry later.  “were you not trying one of those influencer meals?” peter teased, “you know the one thats probably on an instagram somewhere…” he stuck his tongue out at her, before throwing a small wink her way. “stop filling yourself with air and eat, love. we can talk more about you being a woman of the world once you’re done.” he swore she was often so preoccupied with her  phone that she forgot to eat. there was posts at certain times, making sure she was following the algorithm. it was serious business – but the anxiety, the anxiety. “i was thinking how about we go away.. you know.. as friends…leave our electronics for the weekend.  just you know, go.” 

                  " A MYSTERY I’VE NEVER solved. “ she replied with a scrunch of her nose, placing a strand of her blonde hair behind one of her ears, soft eyes focused on the handsome boy in front of her. “ but i figure that it will make a GREAT case-study someday. “ a laugh soon slipped past her lips, brows furrowing slightly as she shook her head. “ yuck, learned that lesson the hard way when i tried... KETO. “ not that she needed the diet, no it had simply been an experiment, a way to keep her name out there. now she would have gone on to explain that her love of bread kept her from actually following the diet, and that sponsorship fell through... but his proposal peaked her interest  — she couldn’t remember the last time she was away from her phone. she’d been glued it from the moment she’d accidentally made her first ‘ viral ‘ post.  and while she knew that her followers wouldn’t precisely like it, doing something for herself, because she just wanted to? well she missed that. so she nodded, taking a bite of the burger that had been placed in front of her. “ i’d love to RUN AWAY with you, peter ross  — haven’t done it in a while. “ and she missed it. but it was no secret that she’d travel to the end of the world with him, it had been the truth since the moment they met, it still was. “ just you and me. “ like it used to be, like it should be. 

#interactions ; alexandra. #m ; alexandra ford. #i ; alexandra x peter. #v ; fairwood.

[karolinadean]

 AMBER!

she was speaking to a friend from work when her eyes landed on the man who had found himself a place on the couch. she watched him, completely forgetting that her friend was mid conversation, and instead, the brunette now focused on the man she called her fiance. a smile formed on her lips, memories of their relationship all coming to her one at a time, and the butterflies in her stomach just fluttering away. who would have thought? amber davis to marry finnley gray. definitely not her younger self. not her family, hell, not the neighborhood of fairwood. the whispers that started when their engagement was announced were nearly unbearable.

 amber davis? wasn’t he her teacher?   wasn’t he her sisters best friend?  so she’s taking her sisters sloppy seconds?   i thought he was gay. didn’t he leave that woman at the alter for jason? or was it mia?  

still, they pushed through them. uncaring, nor paying much attention until finally, there was new topic for fairwood to talk about. it’s what happened when you lived in a small town.  amber placed her hand on her friends wrist, giving the other a friendly smile.  “i’m sorry. excuse me..” parting ways with the young writer and heading towards the man on the couch, plopping herself beside him. “hi, handsome..” she greeted, returning the kiss before a small chuckle fell from her lips, an eyebrow arching at the silly phrase that fell from his lips. “an autumn?” she arched an eyebrow,  “have you been talking to emily? was she describing your season? ” her eyes scanned the room filled with writers and editors for emily. emily was fond of describing the characters she wrote about as a season.  she moved slightly, resting her elbow on the couch as her brown eyes fell back on him, narrowing slightly. 

 “hmmm, i would think you a winter…writer, sweaters, a whiskey…” she shrugged, a smile still on her lips, scanning his face. “do you want to leave?” the brunette asked. truthfully, she didn’t want to be here any longer and while, yes, these were her friends and she loved being around them, she craved sleep, being held by him in the privacy of their own room. “we can go, grab some takeout, and they’ll never notice we’ve left. what do you say?” 

                      " MORE LIKE SHE’S BEEN TALKING to me, a little insistent that one. “ he mused with light curl of his lips, a hand still busy playing with the brunette’s curls as he leaned towards her. if there were moments when finnley gray was sure of things, it was times like these  — where what he felt for her just rose to the surface, he’d tried to fight it, deny it and even look for a way out of it but it turned out that amber davis was just undeniable and falling for her had been far beyond his control. she was, everything he’d always looked for wrapped up in what he could only describe as an ‘ earth angel ‘ and she was his angel, she’d pieced him back together before he even realized she’d done it. so how could he not be selfish? how he not want to hold on to her as tightly as he possibly could. 

“ hmm.. if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you’re EAGER to have your way with me. “ the words were a whisper, still playful as their banter usually was and his nose nuzzling aginst hers, in a display that long ago would have mortified him, but one he’d come to findi  came naturally around her. she just had a way of constantly drawing him in, it was almost magnetic. “ so are you amber davis? “ he challenged with a wiggle of his brows, as he leaned in to capture her lips with his once again. “ as a gentleman, i can’t say no. “ the rest of the night be damned. if he’d learned anything these last few years it was that people talked, and now that jason and mia were getting ready for a retirement home, with all of their bliss, fairwood focused on them  — but even the ‘ hear say ‘ hadn’t pushed them apart, no it had done the opposite and that’s what made him believed it would work, it had to. “ you know i haven’t played HARD to get in a while...” he smirked as ocean blues looked down at her. “ so how about i go over there, and we PRETEND i’m the hot and wordily author, you just met? “

#interactions ; finnley. #m ; finnley gray. #i ; finnley x amber. #v ; fairwood.