harritudur: He reached carefully for the young woman, and she didn’t step back. Lyanna. Lyanna with
harritudur: He reached carefully for the young woman, and she didn’t step back. Lyanna. Lyanna with her big grey eyes and gentle smile. He breathed deeply, his senses filling with her. His hands dared to comb through her dark hair, feeling the strands through his fingers, and when he pulled away, he watched her. Focused. Confused, as to the sensations that boiled within. There were words he wished to say. Forget Rhaegar. Forget the blood. Forget my vows. That was all away from them. The least of their worries. “Arthur…” she had whispered to him and a heat flared up between the two. His hands found the light tunic on her shoulder and, after long seconds, his fingers felt the warmth of her skin beneath his palms. (essos au) -- source link