#🐍 ( OBERYN ) when it comes to love... i don't choose sides

[drunkcnsunlight]

❛ I know I’ve been taking things slow with us, but it’s not because I don’t have feelings for you. It’s more like I have too many feelings, and I just wanna make sure to get it right. ❜ ( EL & OBERYN )

--- “you are about as slow as a LIGHTNING STRIKE, my love,” oberyn countered teasingly, his dark orbs for eyes flickering with intelligent amusement as he made his playful remark. “but do not worry; your lack of temperance and restraint is one of the things that i love best about you.” eleanor was not bogged down by the restrictions of social conventions, the same as he was not. he wanted to give her the world, but it would not fit in the palms of his hands. the beautiful thing was that ellaria, his beloved paramour, enjoyed and adored their redheaded partner as much as he did. they were both smitten with her, but oberyn argued that that was especially the case for him. “do you still wish to MARRY ME, darling?” oberyn hummed, curious and probing, wondering where his lady’s wonderful, wandering, wicked mind was traveling to. “you will make a fabulous WIFE. i have no qualms or equivocations about that, el. and... you know how much ellaria and i ADORE you.” 

@bcssbitchs​

#🐍 ( OBERYN ) when it comes to love... i don't choose sides #let me know if you still like the idea of these two love! #i am happy to give her someone else or something monagamous if you'd like! #mental health tw

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- “by the gods...” OBERYN felt his breath catch, as soon as he saw the girl. she resembled her mother so strongly that he had no doubts that she was who she was: that she held the identity that she did. not only was she a snake, but she was a DRAGON. she had the purple eyes of her scumbag of a father, but her remaining features were gifts from ELIA. when he saw her, he could not help but to remember all of the terrible stories that he’d learned of her downfall: how her mother had tried to do all that she could in order to protect her. how it had not been enough, in the end. the gory details that made him want to stick the mountain with a thousand more poisoned blades, so that he could howl in pain for the remainder of eternity. if time was an endless loop, and GREGOR could not die? then he deserved to feel every moment of misery that he’d reaped for himself. “RHAENYS?” oberyn asked, swallowing at the lump that formed in his throat, as tears glittered in his dark, handsome eyes. “you are the daughter of ELIA OF DORNE, are you not?” he needed to hear her confirm as much, as tempted as he was to run towards the girl, and to take her into his arms. she had never met him during her first life, unfortunately. he’d been too late to save mother, daughter, or son. “my name is OBERYN MARTELL,” he shared, feeling even his courage waning. “i am the little brother of your lady mother, child.” 

@ragdclls​

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