𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.
All sentences here are taken from different medias about exes with complicated feelings, exes that are still lovers, jealousy, complicated feelings and the game of chase and catch. You can change names, pronouns, locations and more as you see fit. Some of these are suggestive and others are a little foul, so beware.
Every time I thought to, I wrote about you.
Actually, I hadn’t thought of her for a long time.
Are you waiting for your lover? Do you know that's the only reason anyone comes to a place like this in the middle of the night?
Is that why you're here?
You can go pick another spot. I found this one first.
If you hadn't stolen my bride away in the night, I would not have been forced to take such drastic measures to get her back.
What do you want? An apology? For me to crawl back into your bed and play nice, little wife?
Why should I want spoiled goods returned to me?
You're gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.
When you truly love someone, it doesn't go away.
I don't want to forget what we had.
Everything is moving so fast. Before long everyone we know will be scattered across the country, the world even.
Have I lost you love?
Why would she wear a dress like that? Is she doing it just to torture me?
You need to change clothes now. Everyone is looking at you.
You don’t control what I wear or who I wear it to.
For someone who looks after hearts, you can be careless. You know you broke mine, don't you?
You can't hold on to things just because of the memories.
Yes, I made the mistake of falling in love with a man without any feelings.
You're with him?
You’ve always enjoyed people fighting for you.
The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.
I will never blame Barry for falling in love with you but I will blame him for considering himself eligible.
Don’t torture me any more, I can’t stand it.
Whatever there is between you two I don’t want to know about it.
Just shut up. I need to not to think and you need to think less. We need this.
He is in love with you. I read the fucking letters.
Where the hell have you been?
I don’t need your permission.
Oh, but I do care and you do need my permission. You’ve become very forgetful, my sweet—I’m your husband, remember? Take off your clothes.
I’m jealous, and I find the feeling not only novel, but singularly unpleasant.
Do you love her?
You pushed me away.
Do you want me then, to deceive and entrap you?
It often gives a lady a pleasure to giver her lover a pang.
You're jealous because I actually go after what I want, and I get it.
I'm afraid my jealousy is a beast I find difficult to tame.
I’m not obsessed with her.
It is possible to care about a woman without wanting to bed her.
If girls could spit venom, it'd be through their eyes.
She's a fucking rat trying to humiliate a queen...She's nothing.
That's none of your concern.
I'd like to know who's been giving rings to my council.
But just out of curiosity, how do you feel about getting my name tattooed on your forehead?
You don’t need to worry about Reece.
You are doing all of this on purpose. To get a rise out of me.
Perhaps it bothers you that I am not longer yours to keep and play with.
I chose not to follow your advice. Ned is a very nice person. Handsome, personable—a perfect escort.
Fuckin' my man in my bed. You got some goddamn nerve, girl.
I know you'd react negatively if I approached a make. You're... possessive.
Sugar, I'm way past possessive.
You like jealousy. You like knowing people want you.
I don't get jealous, I get even.
I am not yours. I stopped being yours, you have no right to keep me away from others.
It has been years since you seen me and you still behave like this.
She is my girlfriend, I can do whatever I want to her.
You know my heart, It’s yours. But I’m done.
I want you to be in my arms again. I don’t think I can live without you.
Every day is hard and the nights are so cold without you here.
Don’t look away. Look me in the eyes and tell me you no longer feel anything for me. That you don’t think of me.
This is the reason I need to go away. I can’t be around someone I can never have.
I am over you, but my heart is still under the spell of the relationship that was. I miss you.
You’re still my person, even if I’m not yours.
I have seen you give him looks and smiles this very night, such as you never give to—me.
I don’t mind you think of someone else, soon I will be the only one in your mind.
Do not worry, I will make you forget everything and everyone.
This is your punishment, for your little trick tonight.
You have to stop doing this. Bring me to your bed, making me want you.
Does it bother you, the thought I will be wed soon? That a man will share my bed every night?
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Since the moment Lyanna arrived here in Valyria, Helys made it a personal goal to make the Northern woman as insecure as possible, or to second guess herself, all in the name of jealousy and rage that it was she whom held Vaedar’s favor and affection, and not the other; due to her non pure blood the Stark was always seen as lesser by the older. Perhaps the aunt of her husband should have been respected, given her age and status here, but she’d receive none from the she-wolf, there was only disdain held within for the other, especially knowing the ways she’d hurt Vaedar which was unforgivable in Lyanna’s mind. In spite of all of this however, something got under her skin and momentarily had herself pondering on the announcement Helys made. As of late she’d become more intuned to the many emotions, found herself almost insecure and sensitive which only added to her current frustrations. Time only brought the arranged couple closer, there was no doubt of the passion that formed between them, he was the fire to her ice as she was the ice for his fire, but passion was not love, which he’d yet to even say to her in spite of her confession so long ago.
Many times he made it clear there was no love lost between himself and the other member of his family, but she knew too well of the more intimate history between them and how easily she sunk her claws in then; who was to say she could not now? Vaedar would soon be the Lord of his house, there would be expectations for him to bring children into the world, heirs into the world, and in Westeros it was expected of a wife to bare children...yet here she was without one. After all it was not uncommon for those who were wed to take lovers, or perhaps he did so to simply gain the heir he needed. Lyanna continued to avoid his gaze, to put space between them whenever he moved closer, knowing well the effect both his touch and gaze had on her. It was impossible to ignore him when he dared look at her with such longing. "You've done so before, what is to stop you from doing so again?" The woman asks, despite the ache in her heart at that potential answer, eyes still downcast despite the way his fingers held her chin to lift it upward.
Despite the initial anger and perhaps hurt, there was more a sense of guilt and shame in her own self, shame for not being able to provide him with what Helys could and guilt for thinking what she was now. "Our marriage was arranged, not by your choice, it would not be frowned upon for you to take another...least of all one whom could give you heirs." Only then did silver gray hues finally lift to meet his own, the heaviness of her confession reflected within them, hands remained at her sides as she did not move, already feeling her body tremble just with one look at those amethyst hues.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 was verging on harrowing. Vaedar was growing accustomed to their outings, the little moments they seized to CLAIM each other regardless if there was anyone nearby to hear. Theirs was an arranged union, out of convenience for their homelands, but as the days stretched into weeks, and the weeks into moons of a whole year following their wedding—The Dragonlord found content in Lyanna. No, he found more than that. It's why her ABSENCE bothers him so much, why it's so strongly noticed. Perhaps what troubles him the most is that she is doing it on purpose, and he grew too weary of trying to PUZZLE the reasons together without any success. So he voices the inquiry, simple and direct without any hesitance.
There was no need to say the name of who she was talking about. Helys has been a THORN pricking at them since the moment the northerner arrived. Only once did the woman's attempts almost appeared to be working, because she knew well how to SOFTEN his temper, using his little cousin, Vaelys. She'd gotten into his chambers when Lyanna was away with Allyrya, to supposedly retrieve the child's book—And instead, she disrobed herself before him. His ANGER was so great that he didn't say nor do anything, the struggle to tame it requiring all focus, lest he lashed out and did something he would regret. It was when she closed the distance, pressing herself to him, touching him as though she OWNED him, that Vaedar gripped stopped her. He hissed the demand for her to leave, which she did without protest—A surprise he welcomed in that moment.
The man was unaware that the viper planned it so, timed her leaving to coincide with the Stark's arrival; just in time to see from a distance as Helys walked away from the direction of his room slipping the robe back on. He didn't hide the visit from Lyanna, however—His IRE was plain to see. The valyrian admitted to her attempt at seducing him and how it failed, so they'd left it at that. There was no second thought given when Helys announced her second pregnancy not long ago, did not even feel disappointed at how, despite their FREQUENCY having sex; his own wife was yet to quicken with child. So when the Stark gives him an answer, it momentarily baffles him, LOST for words. What confused him most was the last of what she said.
❝ I don't—What? Lyanna, what are you saying? ❞ Brows furrowed, violet eyes narrowing with suspicion before they widened as REALIZATION dawned. She can't possibly... ❝ Do you think I took her to bed? That the babe she's carrying is mine? ❞ Vaedar's voice was strained from how he was forcing it to remain level. He took a step closer, fingers grasping her chin both tenderly but secure enough to have lift her head higher. There was an ACHE in his heart, unable to discern if it was from anger or hurt, or even dismay. Likely all three. ❝ Look to my eyes and tell me. Is that what you're presuming? Is that what you think me capable of? ❞
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