#Telmon

[indig0trolls]

hmm also 13 / blood for Telmon

> You've never exactly been the squeamish sort. Blood has never bothered you, and nor would you say death or violence ever did either.

> But your best friend is sitting stiffly on the floor of his living room, staring at the wall across from him, pointedly not touching… anything. His gaze is hollow and there's a slight frown to the set his mouth, but you know if you were to draw his attention it would deepen, his lips would tremble and whatever he's feeling would come rushing out in an instant. He was never good at bottling things up.

> There's blood all over him: on his face, his clothes, his hands, which he keeps curling and uncurling over the top of his knees, smearing more of that cerulean hue you're very familiar with into his torn jeans. There's bright teal mixed in across the tops of his knuckles, the skin there split and torn from impacting too hard against something solid.

> The sight of it all makes you ill.

> Of course, you already know what happened. Or, you had some strong suspicions. Though Joster hadn't said as much when he messaged you—asking you to come over, that it was urgent— it hadn't exactly been difficult to figure out why on your way over. These woods were your home as much as they were Joster's, and you often took the same shortcuts.

> He'd left her where she lay, in a clearing some ways south, halfway between your hive and his. It made sense to you, that that was where she was, where she'd waited for one of you to pass by. She was never one for subtlety, or letting go, for that matter.

> The scent of blood had clung to the air there, and the clearing was still and quiet. Her eyes were open, head at an odd angle.

> It should have upset you. Should have filled you with grief you'd never speak aloud. She was yours once, as you were hers. But it didn't. Instead you had felt… oddly relieved, before the dread of what she'd done to Joster washed over you. It had been obvious then that he had killed her, the signs of struggle were all over the clearing.

> You left her there, too. In your mind, if she'd had the audacity to do this to Joster, then she could stand being left there again while you cleaned up her last and final mess for her. You'd been good at that before. She'd have reminded you of that.

> And so now, here you were in Joster's living room, staring once again at the mess your (ex) moirail had made of him. It made your chest ache, seeing him like this. It shouldn't have had to happen. But at least he'd survived. He'd survived and he would get past this, wouldn't he?

> You'd make sure of it. But first, to get rid of the blood. To treat his wounds.

> He doesn't protest when you walk over and grip him under his arms from behind, gently pulling him to his feet. Doesn't make a sound as you walk him to the bathroom and begin washing his hands of cerulean.

> Yeah. You would get him past this.

#Blood #death mention #Telmon #my art #ftc public library #blood brothers #SORRY THIS ONE WAS THE FIRST ONE I DID I UM #IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT JOSTER AND TELMON A LOT LATELY #Telmon lore #Joster lore

[atruthuniversallyunacknowledged]

~Of Letters & Dragons~

Aemond Targaryen x Male Reader

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(Chapter 5)

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Manuscript Excerpt found in the Chambers of Lord Baemond Velaryon in the Dragonstone Keep - Gathered by Maester Telmon. 

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After that, our meetings grew scanty, and I could feel that he was behaving in a different way from our previous encounters. Gone were the easy afternoons spent reading in the candle light, and the battles of wits always ending in favour of one or the other. Now, an ominous silence fell on us, and I could feel the tension rise in his body whenever I looked at him. It also made me anxious the fact that when I caught him looking at me, he looked away; unlike in the past, when we would fight to see who could stand the tension the longest.

It was one particular afternoon, when I could no longer resist this newly created division between us, that I ended up bursting.

‘If you don’t wish to see me anymore, please tell me so. Do not let any notion of gallantry keep you doing something which you so clearly loathe.’ I said without looking up from my book, sitting against the altar, with him a mirror of myself.

He didn’t answer straight away, choosing to remain silent rather than betraying himself with some unplanned outburst of some dark emotion. It was but his next action that made me look up from my book. Slowly, he closed his book, put it aside, and slid towards me, not stopping until his knees found mine, and our bodies were merely three feet away from each other. He raised his hand slowly, reaching for my face, but he stopped when he was almost about to touch my cheek, and put it back on his lap.

‘It is not you that I do not wish to see, but you are one with your family, and as such I cannot but see them whenever I look at you.’ he answered without meeting my gaze, for the first time in all of our meetings.

‘So that is what this is about? You are going to let your hatred towards my brothers poison your heart?’ I said as I closed the book on my lap shut and threw it carelessly to the side.

‘I won’t deny that my, as you rightly call it, hatred towards your brothers has fuelled my heart and soul for many a year, but that hatred, however, does not apply to you.’ he answered in a rigid tone still not looking at me, but at my book on the floor, which enervated me greatly.

‘Why won’t you look at me? Do I disgust you still? Does the blood on my veins make you feel repulsion?’ I answered with clear anger in my voice as I drew closer to him, reaching for the collar of his leather couplet to draw him closer to me, action which he stopped by grabbing my wrist, finally lifting his gaze to find mine at the same time.

‘I cannot look at you because I’m already too deep into it myself. And I hate myself because of it.’ he said ultimately looking into my eyes, his very own now raging with poisonous passion.

‘Too deep into what? Tell me now!’ I demanded as I struggled to free my hand from his, failing miserably.

‘Too deep into my hatred towards your family and too deep into my feelings for you.’ he answered in a serious, severe tone, as he tightened the grip on my wrist, his eye still burning on mine.

I didn’t answer. How could I? What possible reply could I give to him after that?

The only thing I could do was to slowly draw my head closer to his, seeing his eye scan my face nervously and, closing my eyes, I drew my lips to his eyepatch and placed a soft kiss on it, tasting the tanginess of the leather and feeling the heat of his skin. Then, I set my forehead against his and kept my eyes closed, too sure of what I would do if I saw his lips from such proximity, feeling our breaths mingle between our mouths.

Finally, fighting against my will, I stood up and, freeing my hand from his, I turned around to leave. I wish I could say that he stood up to stop me, but he didn’t. All the answer I got was a whisper from his lips as I left, a whisper that went like an arrow straight into my heart:

‘Baemond…’

There was no point in meeting anymore after that, so the next time I saw him was when our family was summoned to attend the hearing regarding the matter of Driftmark’s inheritance.

It was hard enough to see how the Queen and the Hand took advantage of my grandfather’s absence, ruling in his stead as they saw fit, drawing my uncles and aunt into their brawl by extension; but it was a harder blow for me when I saw how Aemond smiled when my so called uncle Vaemond Velaryon declared us bastards, despite my grandfather having made the greatest effort to attend the hearing with great risk to his life, and called my mother a whore. I could stand being insulted by a lesser man like Vaemond Velaryon, but seeing the quiet joy on my uncle’s face created a nasty knot in my throat that made it almost impossible for me to take my breath. It was only when Vaemond Velaryon’s head laid severed on the floor that I felt I could breathe again.

I didn’t look at him after that, not throughout the afternoon and not until dinner time came, and both families were summoned by the King for a family supper. My cousin Rhaena, my betrothed, sat next to me, smiling at me kindly. I endeavoured to answer her kindness with the same coin, and treated her and talked to her with gentleness and familiarity. Rhaena’s main trait is her immense kindness, and I believe that is why she was the first one to see that something went wrong. As the toasts were made, dissipating the tension and setting the mood for what would have been an almost nice evening, I heard a loud bang on the table, and upon lifting my gaze I found my uncle Aemond with his cup raised to offer a toast.

‘Final tribute. To the health of my nephews; each of them handsome, wise and strong.’ he said looking at my brothers but avoiding my sight. ‘Come, let us drain our cups to these Strong boys.’

Then all seven hells broke loose, and before I knew it, both my brothers where upon both my uncles: Luke getting blocked by Aegon and having his head smashed against the table, and Jace landing a meaningless punch against Aemond, being pushed to the ground afterwards.

It was only thanks to the interventions of my mother and the Queen, alongside the silent authority of my mother’s husband, my great uncle Daemon, that the outburst came to an end.

Then, just as my brothers were leaving, and with my uncle still standing in front of him, I slowly and cautiously approached Aemond, catching everyone’s attention, but most importantly his; and looking up at his eye I said: ‘I am deeply sorry you saw it fit to do that, I really am.’

Next, I turned, and watching how everyone, but especially my mother, looked at me with the utmost interest, I left the room, trying as hard as I could to hide from my face the pain that was now quickly spreading across my chest.

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[444names]

Names generated from Sindarin names, excluding the letter "W"

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#444 names #444names #dnd names #fantasy names #fantasy name #names #markov gen #markovgen #character names #name stash #random fantasy names

[roetrolls]

actually um I think Telmon and Ottana could have something even if just friends 🤔

pls N O | not shipping it | nah | maybe | I WISH it’d work | yasss | I ship it | wOW PLEASE!

YEEEEAAAAAAH BABEY GIVE THIS LADY SOME FRIENDS

I think they'd get along SO well, I can picture Telmon dropping by to fill her in on some hot goss while she works

I feel like they'd be fun

#ask meme #ship meme #protip: if u include an indication that ur cool w them being just friends ur way more likely to get me on board no matter who it is

[sasster]

bc I like watching you squirm 🎧 for joster and also telmon

I'm not squirming I just hate that man more than anything.

History Read || The Altogether

let me assign songs to your trolls, and no i do not accept constructive criticism

#indig0trolls #askter #mlems

[zehub]

Arthur H et Priscilla Telmon, deux artistes engagés

Ecrire, photographier, filmer, chanter pour dessiner le monde d'après.

[ninonlitaussi]

Récits de voyages: ils nous embarquent autour du monde!

Et c’est le retour de la sélection thématique. Aujourd’hui, c’est une petite sélection de récits de voyage que je vous propose. Au menu, Sylvain Tesson, Antoine Calvino, Priscilla Telmon et Florence Arthaud! Continue reading Untitled

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[nofatclips]

Amazonia by Gojira from the album Fortitude - Directed and edited by Charles De Meyer

#music #gojira #mario duplantier #joe duplantier #christian andreu #ted jensen #jean michel labadie #andy wallace #johann meyer #adriana vanella #music video #charles de meyer #maximiliaan dierickx #vincent moon #priscilla telmon #anne deguéhégny #joão vinhas #benjamin honoré #unai duhalde #sven joukes #mario françois duplantier #joseph andrew duplantier #daniel foeldes #christian roger andreu #joseph duplantier #video #anne deguehegny

[indig0g0]

a compilation of the sidebar things

#newta art #juneli art #theryn art #brilan art #kleihe art #joster art #gepeto art #telmon art #emalie art

[lesecumeurs]

“Cette année 2020 fut surtout pour moi une grande période de découvertes - sous un autre angle”.

La dernière fois que j’ai eu la chance de croiser Vincent Moon, c’était il y a un peu plus d’un an - il présentait, en compagnie de Priscilla Telmon, une série de films autour de la transe et du chamanisme dans le cadre d’une carte blanche à Ground Zéro. Depuis, comme vous allez le découvrir, ce couple de globe-trotteurs n’a pas chômé. Ils sont notamment les auteurs d’une série de films réalisés dans le cadre du printemps des Poètes et à découvrir sur le site internet de Télérama.

Cette année 2020 fut surtout pour moi une grande période de découvertes - sous un autre angle. L'angle mort, celui où la zone de contrôle ne s'étend pas, l'angle furtif où la techno-sauce ne prend plus, l'angle en nature en lequel bourgeonne des aspirations soniques radicales associées à des pensées cosmiques et libres. D'un morceau de Bégayer au sommet d'une montagne au piano d'Olafur Arnalds dans un champ islandais, de San Salvador au cœur d'un château bourguignon entouré d'une ronde déchainée à l'Orchestre Tout Puissant Marcel Duchamp dans une zone autonome bordant Genève, des rythmiques sacrées de Stella Chiweshe en une forêt allemande à la voix de Hatis Noit emplissant une chapelle autrichienne, cette année fut parmi les plus belles de ma vie d'amoureux de musiques. Il est vrai que j'ai eu la chance de les mettre en scène, souvent, ces moments de musiques, avec l'aide d'amis joyeux. Mais est-ce que la vie elle-même n'est pas mise en scène permanente et discrète de nos éclats poétiques, au-delà des demandes bruyantes de l'office des peurs ?

Photo : Benoit Grimalt, 2014. 

#petites planètes #Priscilla Telmon #vincent moon

[humphreybubbles]

ant eater adam aardvark venus trapped fly catch her

#aardvark #venus #venus fly trap #amphibien #dogs #argentina #san telmon #etc.

[indig0trolls]

🗣+ for Laerah and Telmon? :o

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The man sitting next to you, absolutely cool as a freakin cucumber, is in no way at all what you were expecting. He’s tall and handsome, dressed stylishly, and young. Older than you are, but definitely younger than Deloch, for sure.

No, not at all the sort you’d expected to be meeting over some illicit library hook-up.

Now, Ibrryx? Sure, that guy would totally run a lending library of ancient rebel texts. This guy? No chance in hell, right?

He’s leaning back against the park bench, one arm thrown over the back, the other resting casually on his thigh, and looking at you sidelong through his shades. Studying you.

Cool. As a. Freakin’. Cucumber.

It’s almost a little unnerving really. Sure, you’re no stranger to this kind of meeting, but usually you’re on the other end. Doling out scrutiny with your siblings. You shift uncomfortably and fold your arms, which seems to prompt him to speak.

“So… you said you were looking to subscribe? You….. don’t look like much of a reader,” he pauses and tilts his head away from you, sizing you up. “Nevermind a researcher. And we don’t lend for thesis work, if you’re one of them college kids.”

Wow, okay, so he’s hot and rude.

You should be offended, but… No, he’s right. Still, you puff at him indignantly. “The subscription won’t be for me.”

Like it’s obvious. Well. It sort of is, if he’s asking like that right? 

“It’s for my….” You trail off. You can’t call him your brother, though that’s what he is. Most trolls don’t have siblings like that, right? “Um, broodmate.”

There, that’s safe enough, right?

“Your broodmate,” his tone is flat, unimpressed. Geez, can this guy get any more difficult? Yes. obviously, of course. 

“You know, typically,” the emphasis grates on your nerves. It’s almost condescending, but you don’t interrupt, “this meeting is meant for the intended patron. So that, you know, I can determine if they’re trustworthy or not, if it’s safe to move forward with them.”

He drums his fingers against the back of the bench. Agitated? He must think you’re wasting his time. “It doesn’t really do me any good if you’re fielding their interview.”

“Yeah well. Special circumstances. Someone had to interview you before you could interview him. He’s paranoid like that.” That’s not wholly true. This was your idea, though you cleared it with Xavier first, in case it was a bad idea. “Seems like you can relate.”

The blueblood pauses for a long moment, considering you, before finally laughing. “No, alright, that’s fair. Maybe I’m a bookworm’s honeytrap.”

“The same way I could be a librarian’s?”

“Yeah, exactly.” He leans his head back, looking up through the branches of the tree behind you, still drumming his fingers. “So where are we gonna go from here, then? If we’re both fielding for snakes?”

You hadn’t really considered that. “Oh, um… I guess we try to figure out the best tells for which of us is maybe evil and go from there?”

He laughs. It’s pleasant and warm, disarming. Caenos would like this guy, you think. “Alright, yeah that’s a good start. Maybe I should start with why you’re looking to subscribe your broodmate to a private lending library?”

“Oh well that’s easy. He’s a shut-in who spends all his time with computers, and he likes learning about history but there’s like a limit to what you can find when you don’t leave your house and the internet is awash with propaganda and misinformation campaigns, even for the technologically savvy.” 

“Ah, true enough.” A satisfactory response, it seems.

You tilt your head. “If you’re so paranoid about lending, why do you lend out your less empire friendly books, and why do you let your patrons tell other people about them?”

He looks at you for a long moment, considering your question for a moment. “Because it’s important that people who’re looking for the truth are able to find it, I guess. Because it’s what the authors of the books and journals we share would have wanted.”

It’s a straightforward and honest answer. One you think your parents would like, so it’s good enough for you. Whether Keri will feel the same is debatable.

“Right, well. That’s fair. And um. True, also, I’m sure so. I’m glad you do that. And the other patrons?”

“Well, upkeep on a collection like this is a pretty costly endeavor, so. We don’t really have a choice but to take patrons. And we can’t exactly go advertising our collection on the internet, now can we? Word of mouth is all we have.” He sighs, like it pains him greatly to admit it, but shakes his head. “Besides, I think Jos would still have wanted to share some of this. It’s pretty cool at the end of the night, and people should be able to read some of it.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. So your boss is the bookworm then?” That makes more sense. This guy doesn’t look the type.

“Yeah, I’m just the delivery guy,” he laughs again, but you suspect that’s an understatement, given that he’s here checking you for suspicious activity. Not that it really matters.

“Well, someone’s gotta do it I guess. So, do I pass the sniff test?”

“You did better than most, though, obviously I’d still like to at least meet the man I’ll be sending Jos’s precious texts to.”

“Oh good luck with that. You can meet Xav, though, she’s uhhhh. his guard dog. Pretty much. She’d be collecting the whatevers for him anyhow.”

He tilts his head quizzically, but doesn’t object since he stays silent.

“If that’s um. Cool with you, we can set up another meeting with her? Afraid I’m not the only one you’ve gotta convince.” You look at him, a little sheepishly. You almost feel bad, he’s been cool and now you’ve gotta expose him to your scary older sister for final judgment.

A long pause, consideration. “Yeah, alright, I can handle that. Not tonight though, still got deliveries to make, yeah?”

“Yeah, no, that’s like, fair. I doubt Xav’s free right now anyway. We’ll be in touch then?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” And then mister cool, calm, and collected leans down and pulls a motorcycle helmet out from under the bench and stands, tucking it under his arm. He has a bike. Freaking figures. How did he get involved in a library? “Be seein’ you round, then.”

You slump forward and huff as he stalks away. Boy, you’ve got a lot of work to do now. You pull out your phone and shoot Xav a text. Best get her updated as soon as possible, right?

#my art #i write things sometimes #ftc public library #Telmon #Laerah #this took obscenely long because writing is so so hard

[atruthuniversallyunacknowledged]

~Of Letters & Dragons~

Aemond Targaryen x Male Reader

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(Chapter 4)

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Manuscript Excerpt found in the Chambers of Lord Baemond Velaryon in the Dragonstone Keep - Gathered by Maester Telmon.

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After that, we spent time together more often, but always in the confinement of the Dragon Vault, away from prying eyes and easy tongues. It was not much though, only a couple of times every week, but I looked forward to it, and I felt he did the same.

I wouldn’t have believed this myself if it wasn’t for the reason I now confess to you, my reader.

A day in which my arrival was delayed due to the training with my brothers being prolonged, as I approached the Vault, I heard hurried footsteps pacing back and forth across the chamber, not very loud, but still discernibly anxious.

Upon entering the Vault, I found him nervously walking around the room with his hands behind his back and an uneasy look on his face, look which disappeared as he heard me, and later saw me, coming in towards him.

‘Were you waiting for me?’ I asked almost nervously as he stopped opposite me in the middle of the chamber.

‘I thought something might have happened to you, nephew.’ he answered naturally, his hands still behind his back, straightening up to take advantage of his greater height.

‘And that made you anxious?’ I asked with a tint of playfulness in my voice.

Without saying anything else, though with a very nasty look on his face, he walked sternly past me towards the altar, and picked up his book. ‘If you are going to mock me, I shall meet you here no longer.’

‘No, please.’ I said in a hurry, grabbing his arm as I saw him heading for the exit. ‘I apologise, it was only a stupid tease. And I wouldn’t want for this, our meetings, to end.’

As I said this, I had softly let go of his arm and turned my gaze down with a sense of embarrassment. However, my looking at the floor allowed me to see how his feet stopped, and how they turned around to face me, slowly reducing the distance between us.

‘I accept your apology, nephew.’ he breathed into my face, delicately lifting it up with his thumb and index to look at me. ‘But you will have to do something for me.’ He muttered with one of his characteristic cocky smiles slowly appearing on his delicate lips as he let go of my chin.

‘What is it that you desire of me?’ I finally demanded in a soft voice, still fighting not to lose the battle between our eyes. It was strange nevertheless, his gaze being so intense regardless of its being only at half its might; or it was so strong precisely because of that.

His answer was not immediate, and as he slowly stepped away from me, I felt a tug in my chest, almost making me want to follow his body.  

‘I want you,’ he said as he took a step back ‘to train with me, with weapons; or try to at least.’ he added, placing his hands behind his back again and gifting me another one of his smug grins.

‘As in place of training with what, our wits?’ I asked amused by his display of cockiness.

‘In that regard, we both seem to have found our match in each other. I merely wonder if such “complicity” might extend to other fields, nephew.’ was his answer, still as cocky as his now fully displayed smiled. However, what set my soul ablaze was seeing how he withdrew one hand from his back and slowly presented it to me, palm up, as if offering it up to me.

Oh my unknown confessor, how my heartbeat soared in that moment! I was almost afraid he could hear it pounding inside my chest like a wild stallion running free after a long captivity!

Slowly, I stepped forward, reducing the distance between us once more until his hand was almost pressed against my chest, and looking into his eye I said: ‘I will do it on one condition: that you ask it of me by saying my name.’

I felt the same fire that burned inside me go into his eye, and as he kept his hand between us, now with his index finger pointing at my heart, he answered my appeal.

‘Baemond.’ he said in a low voice, slowly savouring every sound ‘will you train with me?’ he completed his request almost in a whisper, his finger now blatantly pointing at my heart, his eye piercing into mine.

By then the tension between us was so strong that he would have received a positive answer to anything he asked of me in that very second, and as such, so was my answer.

He arranged for the training session to take place two days later, in the small private courtyard annexed to his chambers, and when the agreed upon hour came, a member of the palace guard came to escort me to the place.

When I entered his chambers, I was surprised to find them completely empty; but not wanting to leave just yet, I roamed around the room waiting for his arrival. The piles of books were neatly organised in great wooden shelves, and loosing myself over them, I was startled when I heard his voice over my shoulder, once again.

‘I do hope you have better reflexes while fighting, nephew.’ he said mockingly as he saw me jump in surprise.   

All the answer that I gave was a low chuckle, and turning back to face the shelves again, I pointed at them and said: ‘You are truly a great reader.’

‘It is but my duty.’ he answered still behind me.

‘Not many take their duty as seriously as you do.’ I said as I turned around to face him again.

‘I am not many, I am only one.’ was his answer as he looked at me with his usual intensity. Nonetheless, it seemed different somehow; strong as ever yes, but different.

I held his gaze in mine for a couple of seconds, finding delight in how the small muscles of his face moved as he looked at my face studying it. When this was over though, I turned and made for the small courtyard, where our lesson would take place.

‘Then, let us be one and one together, for as long as our training lasts.’ I said, picking up one of the swords which had been placed on top of a nearby table, clearly for our exercise.

Without a word leaving his mouth, he stepped forward to where I stood, and reaching over the table, he picked a sword without looking at it, for his eye was still fixed on me.

‘Try not to hurt yourself, nephew.’ he whispered mockingly to me as he stepped back and drew his sword, his body shifting into a fighting stance.

‘I will do my best to not let you down.’ I answered, and then it began.

As I knew that he was physically stronger than me, I tried to use my smaller size and faster speed to land the first blow, but he seemed to know what my plan was, for he parried it with ease, looking mildly amused.

‘Now, did you really think I have not fought against faster opponents?’ he said.

He then attacked me, and after parrying it, we started to attack and defend, our swords crashing against each other, our breaths picking up, our brows starting to sweat profusely.

After almost an hour of intense laborious effort in which none of us seemed to take the upper hand, him being stronger and me being faster, we reached a dead end when our blades clashed and were blocked against one another, our faces dangerously close to the sharp edges and our eyes fighting for dominance as well in the empty space between them.

‘It seems we are in a stalemate, uncle. I honestly thought you would be able to beat me, but alas, I appear to have overestimated you.’ I said in mild mockery, struggling to keep the grip on my sword.

With no answer but a look of something close to anger at my jest, my uncle took advantage of his strength and pushed the swords down, making them fall from our hands and clatter on the floor.

He then stepped towards me, but I did the same, and we met in the middle; our chests, heaving intensely, pressed close together. We didn’t say anything, but there was no need for it. I knew he was feeling my hot breath on his face just as I was feeling his on mine. I knew he could smell my sweat just as I could smell his. And I knew that he could hear my heart pounding madly just as I could hear his do the same.

Then, with our foreheads drawing closer by the second, it all ended.

As we heard the knocking on the door, our bubble was burst; and as we separated we came back to the real world. Through the door came in one of the palace guards and standing straight he said: ‘Prince Aemond, the Queen requests your presence.’

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favorite troll from other blogs?

INHALE......I am going to preface this with saying I have so so SO many favorites, and I can't possibly remember all of them right now, which doesn't mean i don't love them!! My brain is absolute soup i didnt even realize spring break is next week. If anyone feels left out or hurt pls feel free to dm me and i will go off in dms about how much i love ur trolls <3 <3 i do it to chase constantly ask them

ok now, an hour n a half & 32 people later....

corpse @/homicidalfantrolls Anguil, have u seen him? have u. u need to.

conan @.ask-them-bois Ishran <3 Ruthless my LOVE, Lucina my WIFEE im so predictable i see a dilf i spam the like.

sunne @.sunnetrolls WELL UNFORTUNATLEY I'VE FALLEN FOR ARVERI <3 ugh hes so mean. also radiix <3 <3 <3 <3

sam @.outsidertrolls synthe<3 iji<3 <3

shenk @.shenkotrolls AAA so manie....CAROKA<3<3 it seems cheating to like natsua bcos i designed her. but. natsua<3 also pendra<3<3<3

bo @.cherrytrolls my beloved, so so many, tho rn im thnking abt hysteria and davith<3

chase @.sasster Aelium <3 Papili Soleah <33333 MR PUNNAM<33333

froyo @.froyotrolls noelle <33333

roe @.roetrolls kat <3 Kiyana <33 DREVIN<333333 i wanna hold his fucin hand.

grem @.aviantrolls nobody. they all stink. >:P jkjk rin is my son ofc but Belere<3 hes so. tibbie.

allie @.just-more-trolls ofc i love seaell so so much...i also love wyllow and kanisa!!

lee @.leethetrashpage YRAXIEEEEE Vantis n Scoops <3<3<3 And Craeno<333

hunter @.whispertrolls KAMALAAA and siroco omg i love them. idiots. i have kam's meme for bruuno saved in my askbox rn bcos it keeps making me lose my marbles.

dan @.asks-n-trolls the cipher twins <3 desmie n sekiro n erodao n lamb n amadaeus<3

damien @.ask-the-troll-boys Magpie n Sicklefin n Vernon hes just some guy like hes literally juts some dude i love him

@.astrumocs julius <333 ive only known him for a lil bit but i absolutely ADORE seeing him AND HIS ANCESTOR!!

@.wueyahfantai Lulith n Peache <3 n Claire!!!

@.ase-trollplays Cacoph holds a very special place in my heart forever n always <3 < 3

@.lordtonic MR GHOSTS im in wuv. also presto. i read his name as pesto for a long time

@.metzer sentis ALWAYS i love him. and vanmai<3

@.whatthefantrolls Zippie and Bessba <333 i love them so much its unreqal

@.abyssaltrolls Cinoan <3 and Naemuu!!

@.memeurfever i will always love rutaci <33

@.goddesstrolls cipher...raz and darric as well!!! <3

@.chirp-trolls ivitir !!!!

@.indig0trolls jeonsu.....and telmon<3

@.lunchboxtrolls cherry<3 and dakota<3<3

@.cadavertrolls MURDER hijack<3 silver<3<3

@.voidrots DIONYS<3 and killet!!<3

@.stuckstucktrolls teagan <3 and lyssav<3

@.morgombie tetris my beloved<3

@.cloudbattrolls tuuya is one of my fave jades, even tho i dont like bugs?? they r just so funny....liddol worm

@.quiescent-trolls ive seen gordon around sm lately n i love....

#ghost.ask #long ish post #im so tired</3 #i didnt actually @ anyone sowwy #if i forgot someone leme know i will. tell u who i love

[damistrolls]

ugh ok puts telmon in my mouth

#currently sucking on him like a hard candy #ooc