Jasmine had noticed how quick Viserys was to leave, and a small smile graced her lips. Some jealously would do him some good. He might be jealous, but he didn’t understand how tense their relationship was. Maybe if he felt this spite, he might realize that nothing can work just as he wanted. She continued to respond to the prince, but when he asked for her hand, she turned him down.
This seemed to anger him, but before stuffed peacock could even touch her again, Rajah was chasing him right down the front steps. Jasmine sighs as she made her way down a long hall. Her thoughts quickly falling back to her lover. He wanted her to give him everything, but it was so against her morals. The women he was use to, did not have such a strong stance against letting men have their way it seems.
He was use to bedding women if he desired them, and they desired back. Truthfully, there were times she had been more than tempted to give into him, but she wouldn’t risk it. No, she wouldn’t give him what he wanted until they found a solid solution that allowed them to love each other without hiding. The time passed slowly, but once her meal was over, she took a relaxing bath, before rubbing lotions and oils into her skin and hair. Dismissing her maidens as she loosely wrapped her robe around her figure. Once she was sure there was no one there, the princess slipped out of her chambers, making her way to the garden.
Viserys had heard Rajah taking care of the Prince and he gave the large tiger an extra scrap of food from the nearby plate he had been cleaning off and pat the animal who had gotten used to the Targaryen’s presence over time and they were friendly with one another, least enough for small interactions like this and he watched as the Tiger padded off to go towards Jasmine’s room and he left going back to his small chamber and got himself ready, looking as presentable as the royal slave could and smoothed out his hair, redoing a braid before he met Jasmine in the gardens, slipping past the guards and anyone else that he saw in the corridors.
“Princess” He purred as he greeted her, giving her a small bow as approached her noting the how she wore only a robe and as he neared her he could smell the oils on her skin and these only heightened his senses and his eyes took in her figure. “You look beautiful under the moonlight, if I may be so bold to say so” He complimented as he sat at the water fountain’s edge, a smile rested on his lips as he waited for her. “Where was that Prince from?” He asked, his curiouslty had over come him though he knew now was the time to forget about Princes and their duties and positions in the world. This was time for them to be as they should be able to be all the time, together and close. Lovers.
UNIVERSITY PLOTS THAT DON’T REVOLVE AROUND HOOKUPS
muse a is a nervous person and the thought of moving away to university terrifies them. they end up living in shared accommodation and muse b is in a flat across the hall. they chat online in a group chat for the flat/building for a while then begin to talk privately, and muse b soothes their nerves about moving away and having to meet now people (cute things can pursue)
“hey i’m late on our first day and oh no, the only free seat is next to you. wait do you have a pen?”
“i’m an avid lover of ??? and this society means everything to me and during a meet up you ten up halfway through and wow okay you’re pretty sweet”
“we got paired up for a presentation but we’ve never really spoken and you’re pretty nice despite what other people say”
“so i totally didn’t spend that entire lecture doodling/on my phone and i had no clue what i was being taught pls help”
“it’s 3am and the library is pretty empty but you’re sat there stressing at your laptop, so i brought you a coffee and a bag of chips from the vending machine”
“my card won’t work in the card machine and it’s a busy lunchtime, wait… did you just buy my lunch?”
“you came over to hang out but i fell asleep while you were playing video games and two hours later you’re still here”
muse a and muse b are on the same course and can’t find the room for one of their first lectures so instead they bunk off and explore their new city/town together and have a good day and it’s really fun and cute
“wow my lecture sucked ass, i’m stressed asf and here we are at the on campus bar at 11:59am waiting to buy a drink because it’s been that kind of a day already”
“hey, it’s 2am and i can’t sleep so i’m messaging you randomly… wait you’re awake? come to my flat and we can cuddle”
They finished their ales in record time, almost as if that was a competition as well. (And if it was, she won.) Meryll shrieked a little bit when he carried her a few steps, and after he placed her back on the ground she couldn’t help but sing a verse of The Bear and the Maiden Fair under her breath.
The bear, the bear! Lifted her high into the air! The bear! The bear!
I called for a knight, but you’re a bear! A bear, a bear! All black and brown and covered with hair
“I am no princess Bronn, and you’ll get no castle from me,” she said with a sly smile, following him out the door. The night was cool and she leaned into his warmth as they made their way back to the Red Keep. Nearing the gates, Meryll tucked her long hair under a cap and pulled her cloak around her shoulders. The guards at the gates recognized Bronn on sight and let them both in without any questions, just as Meryll was hoping. From there, it was just a short distance to the Hand’s Tower, where Bronn kept his room under the stairwell. Meryll led the way, knowing exactly where his room was (she may have even walked by it several times a day hoping to run into him).
They didn’t quite make it all the way to Bronn’s chambers. As they walked down the deserted corridor of the Hand’s Tower, Meryll couldn’t resist pulling Bronn into a dark alcove and covering his mouth with hers.
She pressed him back against the stone wall, and kissed him hungrily, her lips insistent on his, and her palms sliding over the hard wall of his chest.
A chuckle came past the sellswords lips as Meryll began drunkingly singing and he joined in finishing the song as they neared the keep and for a moment he wondered if the guards would catch on that it was Meryll that was accompanying him to the Hands Tower but they both were waved through, most likely thinking Bronn was bringing back some hussy to his bed.
He tried to make it to his chambers, let alone his door when Meryll pulled him in towards a small alcove and was pushed back against a wall and to his surprise he found her lips and hands on him hungrier than he would have expected them to be and he pressed his lips against hers harder and with more intensity than he had at the inn. A hand slipped to her back and pulled her against him wanting to feel her closeness and her warmth and both hands rested on her hips. Bronn was craving more from her, more than some dark kiss in some alcove and his lips moved down to her neck, planting kisses all around it and nipping at a few spots, below her ear and near some vital parts of her neck.
“You’re right, you are no Princess. You’re a bad girl, Meryll. Look at you, coming apart at a Sellswords touch.” He spoke, his voice rumbling as he nipped near her breasts, one hand moved to caresses them as his other hand began short work of what he had forgotten wasn’t a dress and he gave short lived frown as he began undoing her top and cloak and was attempting to do the same with her breeches which was a bit harder, having to have never taken breeches off anyone but himself. “Do you want us to get caught? Is the idea of getting caught here like this exciting?”
!! GIVE ME A SHIP WITH A CRUMBLING RELATIONSHIP. a couple that knows that their love is WEARING out, that things haven’t been the same in YEARS, but they’re still holding on to something that obviously ISN’T THERE. muse a and muse b could sit at the dining table across from each other, but feel more ALONE than ever, food untouched and cold as the clock strikes 12. it’s NOT FAIR, none of this is, and the pain that comes with REPAIRING a relationship with enough holes in it is something NEITHER of them know how to deal with. give me PROGRESSIVE talks, moments of BREAKING DOWN because they don’t want to lose each other, finally TOUCHING AFTER MONTHS OF NOTHING, kissing, beginning to LOVE one another again. all of it.
She stiffened up at his words. “I do not have servants! Those are maidens.” She tells him, not liking the fact he was acting this way towards her. Jasmine didn’t like the fact he was starting to act as if he wanted to get so far away from her as fast as he could. However his next words had her anger flaring more. “I haven’t really? No pet gets to kiss me, if you don’t want to spend time with me then you can just go back to your work. We don’t have to continue this on if it annoys you so much.” She was hurt the more he spoke, and moved to leave. Then he caught her arm, and pulled her close. Jasmine fought back, refusing to look at him.
Yet she did as she was told, and lowered her voice. He was right, she was going to get them caught if she got any louder. Tears were in the corner of her eyes as she refused to look at him. Though a sniffle did left her as she tried her best to gain control of her emotions again. He was right in a way, how long could they continue this? How long did they have to worry about being seen when all they wanted was each other? “No! I won’t marry someone I don’t love. At the same time you can’t continue playing with me this way, just because you are not getting what you want.” She told him, before rubbing at her cheeks. “…We will figure out a way to get rid of Jafar.” She muttered, but it was clear she was still not ready to forgive and forget his last few couples.
Then there was a knock on the door. “Your highness? Your father is asking for you.” Jasmine sighed, and closed her eyes. Another suitor no doubt.
“Go, I’ll see you tonight, if you are speaking the truth about your feelings.” Jasmine slipped out the door, and into the hall. She was forced to change into a new outfit, and as she predicted it was another suitor. She was forced to smile, and allow him to guide her around her own castle, though she tried to stay out of his reach. Soon enough Rajah would appear, and the prince would be gone…but for now she could use this prince against her lover. Especially after he said.
She was rightfully angered by his words and he was losing himself in irritation. Irritated by the whole situation. “I’m not playing with you. You’re the one who calls me, your the one with the power. We get caught and it’s my head on the line, you do understand that? If you would let me I would have you. Would have already. You toy with me, want me to kiss you and hold you but that’s all I can do.” He replied back right before his words trailed off as the knock on the door came between the two.
“I will be there. I promise” He responded as she left him alone and he went back to work and watch Jasmine interact with the Prince and he could feel his jealousy rise more and more as she interacted with him, walking down the halls of the palace. Viserys had to leave their general vicinity before long as he watched the Prince trying to grasp Jasmine in any way he could in the way he could to court her feeling as though he would no doubt land a hit on the man if he wasn’t careful.
So after that try character meme I did with Thor part of me wants to add Thor and some other marvel characters but idk….and like…I tried to do a multi with dif fandoms on it and than i followed too many blogs and it felt like a huge mess…
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