#sparedson

[bruiisedpetals-a]

        𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔.    𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔...   𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅                𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅.              ( @sparedson​ )

                    𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐.                 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍.      ( @bruiisedpetals​ )

                      ♥   ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ  ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ  ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ

#v. blooming in adversity ⋯ will you bruise my petals when you hold me? (lia & aemond) #v. blooming in adversity ⋯ others #sparedson #v. blooming in adversity ⋯ ship. aemond tagaryen (sparedson) #( dont judge me i was on my FEELINGS bullshit ) #( just them watching each other from afar ) #( little touches 🥺 ) #( lia holding her white flower bc it reminds her of him ) #( *wheezes in feelings* )

[clawsbcared-a]

@sparedson ASKED: “ why aren’t you scared of me?  ” source.

pulling the arrows free of the training dummy's chest, the youngest mormont daughter scoffs at the second prince's question - demand. since arriving at the red keep wylla had been on the defensive, cold exterior and sharp tongue, embodying more of her stepmother than she cared to admit whilst in the den of hightowers and targaryens - everyday she reminded herself, she was doing this to protect dacey, to protect her house and to protect the realm. it was all bullshit.

spinning on her heel, wylla points the tip of the arrow held in pale fingers towards the one-eyed man, her own features steeling as an emotionless chuckle falls from plump lips. "there is no reason to be scared of a half-blind lizard who has never once seen true combat and death," one step. two steps. she glided closer and closer until the sharp point of her arrow was resting against the centre of his chest - most would have stopped and apologised for insolence in front of royalty, but wylla was not most people. she was as wild as the northern blood running in her veins, as feral as the sigil of her house. she was a bear through and through.

"give me a reason to be scared of you, my prince, or continue on your escapade of playing knights and dragons like a child." eyes narrow. "it matters not to me what you do, all that matters is my sister."

#sparedson #ic / answer. #connection / wylla & aemond (sparedson). #muse / wylla mormont. #verse / main. #wylla literally threatening a prince? yes more likely than you think

[bcbliophile]

Aemond Targaryen & Penelope Redwyne ( @sparedson )

"Do you remember, we were sittin', there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time, you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter, you are the best thing, that's ever been mine."

#a most unexpected pair ( aemond & penelope ) sparedson #sparedson #my edits #the real lady whisteldown ( penelope featherington )

[stormbcrn]

"IT IS SAID THAT VHAGAR'S BREATH is so hot that it could melt a knight's armor and cook the man inside . . ." / @sparedson, sc.

#sparedson #♕ * ic. / interactions. #♕ * v. ix / house of the dragon. #♕ * q. / turn us away and we will burn queue first. #i set this in dany's hotd verse and can link you to the post i've made on it if you need <3 #hope it's okay !

[mccndancer]

@sparedson asked: ❛  do i need to remind you who you belong to?  ❜

No.

Aemond didn't need to remind her when her memory of that day did. Her heart had dropped when they had announced her betrothal to Aemond. Everything in her wanted to scream no and beg them to reconsider, but Baela stood there, frozen. Her expression was unreadable to those around her. She did not dare to look at his but if she recalled he had said something. The word at that moment had gone quiet and froze around her. Baela had felt every ounce of happiness leave her. How could do they do this? Would her father not speak against it?

Yet, Baela had simply stood there. They had paired her with a man she had no shared interests with. Who probably hated her because of a night that went wrong. He would finally get to have some form of revenge now that he would be marrying her. Aemond would surely make her life hell. It had been later that night when she had let out her frustration and rode Moondancer. Part of her wanted to fly to Pentos and never look back. Hide from them all.

❝ I am ceaselessly reminded... ❞

Every single morning and every single night, she knew. Why had he cared that she had walked in the gardens with a visiting lord? Baela was being a good host and it got her out of the Keep for just a few short moments.

❝ The eyes of Keep wouldn't have let anything go unnoticed I'm sure of it. ❞

Would this end with him lecturing her about appearances? Baela played her role well enough or that's what she believed. Smiling when she needed to be, taking his arms when they stood together. What more could she do to please?

#ʙᴀᴇʟᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ #ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ɪꜱ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ; ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ #sparedson #legit think I have a good ship name for this au but wasn't sure how you might feel

[incissam]

@sparedson​ ❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

He had gotten so close to her so quickly there was very little space between them and she could feel his breath on her skin. How did it get to be like this? How was her heart racing because he was this close to her? Still there was something so intoxicating about how close he had got to her and he was right Rhaenyra's pulse had jumped. Her eyes looked down going over the shape of his lips before coming back to look at his eye almost defiantly.

"You felt no such thing." A lie, but she wouldn't give that to him not yet. She wanted to make him work for what it is that he wanted because in this situation she felt like she had the upper hand despite him being physically stronger than her. "What is it that you think you are doing, valonqar?" It wasn't often that she would refer to her little brothers as her brothers, but this time it felt needed to remind him who was the elder.

#sparedson #v;house of the dragon #ch; rhaenyra #;the queue must have three heads

[withouthonor]

*  ―  𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

@sparedson sent ; ❛  will you stop doing that?  ❜ ( for aegon )

this farce of a family dinner was meagre, with not nearly enough wine to drink as aegon found his mother and grandsire rationing his intake once more like it would suddenly work this time though it had never had before in the past. helaena paid no mind to him as perusal, and aemond was . . . well, aemond. what else was he to do when they left him with so much boredom other than cause trouble? the game had been simple enough with everything provided for him on his dinner plate, and his target sat just next to him at the table. he wanted aemond's attention; he would have it, no matter the cost.

his eyes flickered down the table towards their mother and grandsire to ensure that their attention lay elsewhere for once before lining the pea on his plate up with the centre of aemond's eyepatch. flick, a pleased smile spread across aegon's lips as the pea hit its target, swiftly lining up another to continue his game before anyone could tell him otherwise. "stop doing what?" he questioned, feigning innocent as he flicked yet another pea at his brother's face before he laid his hand flat on the table. "i have not done anything, my dear brother."

#sparedson #aegon ii targaryen; interactions #this was supposed to be angsty but aegon wanted to be a menace instead oops

[queenifice-a]

the handmaiden has been pursued by suitors all night, each of them taking up her energy to dance with them and to listen about the repeated reasons why they would make a fine husband for her. she knows the real reason is to get closer to the crown and that's partially why she prefers the company to the queen more than anything. royal weddings tend to make her feel out of place, her house in the north never had the number of grand celebrations that the crown has. she's been sipping wine all night and the hour was getting late, she wondered how much longer the prince and princess's wedding feast would last. her thoughts left her when @sparedson approached her table. ' would you like to dance? ' chocolate hues widened in surprise and a small smile appeared on light rose lips before she could stop it. she stood and took his outreached hand into hers. ' i would love to. '

dance with your local alysanne // accepting

#sparedson #𓏲⠀ ♔ — ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ᴋᴇrsᴇʏ ᴅɪᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅs ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴏrᴍ sᴏ ᴅᴇᴠᴀsᴛᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀrᴛʜ sʜᴀᴋᴇs.⠀ ⦙ ⠀ writing.

[pertinaxism]

@sparedson

a kiss in the aftermath of a fight.

Truly, Viserra had been just as mad at her brothers as she had been her husband. All children. The marriage between them an arrangement that had been meant to help their families grow closer, not further apart. And she had taken Jacaerys words without question, pitting her against her husband only to find out it was Luke. Her little Lucerys, who had instigated her husband and Aegon- not that she scared much for Aegons anger in this situation. She was, however, civil towards him for Aemonds sake.

It was well into the night by the time she had returned to their chambers, almost half expecting Aemond not to be there- she would have deserved it. She did deserve it. But then she saw him, sitting in the armchair before the fireplace and relief flooded her as Viserra stepped further into the room, walking until she was standing between his legs and looking down on him. There was a split second decision before the woman bent down, hands coming up to cup his face as her lips pressed against his. Soft at first, before turning rougher, an attempt to portray the love she felt for him, and the regret for her words. Her blind loyalty to her brothers.

Pulling back, she rested her forehead against his, lavender eyes squeezed shut. "I should have trusted you, Aemond. I am so, so sorry that I did not."

#sparedson #just saying #i listened to afterglow by TS while writing this #and it fiiiiits

[clutchofmuses]

❛   i’m supposed to be the one who protects you from monsters. i’m not supposed to be one.  ❜  ( for helaena ) @sparedson

Aemond's fingers are strangley cold when he strokes her cheeks. The rain clings to his skin, his hair a soaked silver sheet along his dark coat. Pools of water gather on the stone floor and the fire crackles in the grate but the heat cannot penetrate the cold that emanates from her dearest Aemond.

"You came back to me," she whispers instead. "I wasn't sure. I was..." She could not see in her dream what the outcome would be. A dragon may fell another dragon, but against the storms, even the mightiest may fall.

Lucerys. Poor Lucerys... Years of perspective and understanding had moved blame from the child to the parents, but she understands Aemond's rage; the tapestry of it is knotted and messy and she reaches up to draw his eye patch away, draw his face to her with gently fingers to kiss the sapphire eye.

"You did not mean it you did not, you didn't..." She would light candles for Lucerys, she would mourn him, this boy she once knew, that she did care for but the care was not measurable to Aemond. It made her sick to imagine the crunch, the scream, the terror. It was stupid, and it was foolish, and it was reckless but the fear that she had felt watching Aemond leave was what surged through her and she kisses along the rain soaked skin. "You will make amends. You will not go unmoored. It's tragic, Aemond, I do not wish for more blood on your hands but I will not shy from you."

#[ helaena / interactions ] #sparedson #*cries*

[bruiisedpetals-a]

       Gladiolus Flowers can be identified by their distinctly sword-shaped leaves. They come in a variety of colours, white and cream being the most popular, the gladiolus flowers are known to represent faithfulness, integrity and infatuation.

          ‘i don’t know why, but whenever i see these flowers in the gardens ... i cannot help but think of prince aemond.  maybe the leaf’s sharpness, because he is sharp in so many ways... or maybe it’s the white petals’ sheen as it reminds me of his hair in the sunlight.   i decided to pick one secretly, they don’t grow in the reach, and i pressed it between the pages... so i can take the memory with me.’       — from lia’s journal.

                edit  of   @sparedson​  +  @bruiisedpetals​

#sparedson #v. blooming in adversity ⋯ ship. aemond tagaryen (sparedson) #v. blooming in adversity ⋯ others #( IDK what happened i googled some flowers here we are ) #( bday treat??? ) #v. blooming in adversity ⋯ will you bruise my petals when you hold me? (lia & aemond)

[clawsbcared-a]

@sparedson ASKED: “  i don’t like the way they look at you. perhaps i’ll cut their eyes out.  ”

silence. the jovial son of mormont sits on the bench in silence on the training yard as he wraps his hands with a bandage, a shiver creeping up his spine at the prince's words - not because they were threatening, but because he knew the second prince would surely follow through with such a thought. pausing his hand, warrick looks up to see the way the kingsguard eye the bastard son beside the second son, a shimmer of disgust and mistrust pooling in their gaze towards the pair.

"no need to waste the blood of an accomplished guardsman on a runt, your grace." returning to his wrapping, the mormont stares intently at each curve of the muddy coloured bandage. "and anyway, i'm sure wylla will give them what for when she gets here . . ."

#sparedson #ic / answer. #connection / warrick & aemond (sparedson). #verse / main. #warrick: aemond no. aemond: aemond yes #offline / queue.

[bcbliophile]

@sparedson asked:

❝I don’t like the way they’re looking at you ❞ ( for daphne! )

"Careful, your grace-- you sound almost jealous" Daphne had to force down a laugh as she looked over at her one day to be brother-in-law and dearest friend. He was protective of her, he had been since they were kids, she wondered if perhaps it had to do with the fact that his scar never deterred her or scared her away, but she never asked-- she rather liked his eyepatch, it made him look dangerously handsome.

#sparedson #daphne's answers #v ; a different kind of dragon ( hotd au )

[bronzebtch]

it isn't the smile that graces her face at his words, i do not wish to hurt you  — though it is close. rhea does not voice out the eeriness of this entire ordeal, that being faced with one of the greens' princes would have brought her back memories of her youth, when she'd first came to king's landing; when she first saw her husband. there is similarity in there that she could see even if it'd been years since she last stood in the same room with the man who once was wed to her.

like ghosts, or perhaps a form of mold, it seems she will never truly be rid of this outrageous family. rhea would've laughed, if she had the humour too. unfortunately, all she does instead is tilt her head upwards, brown eyes falling to take in the rest of the prince's posture. around them, her knights are at the ready; not yet with their swords out, but the tension in their shoulders are unmistakeable. in trying times, rhea too have found herself mostly in an armour than a dress.

❝ i do not believe you would be able to hurt me even if you tried, young prince, ❞ she calls out, and her voice is calm. it is not meant to mock, or judge. ❝ where is your beast, and why have you come here ? ❞ she does not need fire and blood spilling in runestone, but if there must — there are villagers she must keep safe.

@sparedson / cont'd

#sparedson #i hope it's alright to continue!!! #and tbh ... rhea's in a v/ difficult position #cause she... highkey does not want 2 help anybody #esp since the vale supports the blacks #but eventually.... u'll see. her need to protect will overwhelm her #unless ofc a3mond challenges that #BRONZE BITCH: INTERACTIONS.

[mccndancer]

@sparedson asked: ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse .

It was him.

Baela kept her chin up as she looked at whatever was in his hand. Too nervous to even identify the object. Her mind flashed to the night that he had claimed Vhagar. The night he had hit her, but she hadn't let that go. Baela had punched him. He had been disrespectful. Her mother had passed, and he claimed her dragon. All of that should have been left in the past; she hadn't made it a point to bother the prince much more after that. Keeping distance away from him seemed wise. Now, she was cornered by him, and her heart thundered in her ears, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her scared.

❝I had hoped we moved passed this, my prince. We are no longer children; can't we settle this with words? ❞ She asked with her hands behind her back, squeezing her hands every so often to keep her composure. ❝Or is maiming the daughter of the Rouge Prince and future King Consort the only way to pay this debt?❞

She stood before one of the most dangerous men in the realm. Her eyes flicker from him to the object in his hand. It would be foolish to try and take it from him, to gain the upper hand, but what more could she do? Baela would not beg. If it came to it, she would fight him once more in some attempt to get away, but she would not beg.

#ʙᴀᴇʟᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ #ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ɪꜱ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ; ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ #sparedson #|| apologizing for if I read the prompt wrong which wouldn't be the first time. I think I got it right. #|| if not then I can totally rewrite if you wish!

[incissam]

@sparedson ( gentle )     for the sender to kiss the receiver’s hand.

They had been spending more time together and things felt like they were getting more serious between one another. Not just musically, but maybe even physically. Still there was part of her that felt like he was keeping her at arms length in some areas and there was still the mystery of what lay beneath the mask. Her sweet angel always giving her more music, helping her improve her talent, and never truly taking anything from her in return it made her want to give him something.

So it was easy when he held out his hand for hers to just place it there expecting to be lead somewhere, but instead receiving a soft kiss. It made her mouth open into a little o at the gesture and she smiled when their eyes connected once more. "May I ask what has spurred this sudden affection on, my angel?" She tilted her head wishing she knew the thoughts behind those eyes. How long had he wanted to do such a simple gesture that seemed to hold so much in it's gentle feeling? Still it made her heart flutter in excitement that only she knew.

Daenerys dared to take this a step further moving closer to him so there was just enough space for a book between them. Her hands moved reaching forward thumb moving over the unmasked side of his face. "Please." She whispered her face moving closer to his. "May I kiss you?"

#sparedson #v; music of the night #ch; daenerys #Phantom stuff! #;the queue must have three heads