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Katılım Şubat 2025
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with a chuckle, he sets his sword aside, allowing him to focus his attention solely on her.
“oh, i have... often, and much longer than with my sword. it seems you have not yet noticed.”
𝑉𝐼𝑆𝐸𝑁𝑌𝐴@zaldritsos
ﾠ “i doubt that you have ever kept your eyes on me for as long as you have on your sword … at this very moment.” she circles him, purple gaze rising to meet his emerald pair.
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bambi.⠀ apology/explanation as to why its been taking so long this time around cuz i can only go thru so much of him doing nothing before i start getting frustrated lmfao
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bambi.⠀ gifs always take so much longer for me to make than i anticipate them to but i literally ALWAYS forget that most of jaime’s screentime is just reaction shots 😭
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bambi.⠀ finally getting to making more of these (got my photoshop subscription back, yay!!) so if u want one now would be a great time to like 🫡
𓃬@gloryndgcre
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀starter⠀call.ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀♡ to receive a gif starter ! ⠀⠀⠀whether or not context is ⠀⠀⠀included will depend on the ⠀⠀⠀gif . mutuals⠀only.ᅠ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
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couldn’t be the doting father he wished he could be, he once more settled for being the doting uncle.
“of course we may.” he straightened, offered her his arm. “what is it that you’d like to show me?”
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“nor does it compare to yours, sweet girl.”
he decided he would brush a few stray golden locks from her face, and when he did, he was incredibly gentle; almost as if fearing she would break from the slightest touch. since he ( + )
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jaime’s smile widened. unbidden, a soft chuckle escaped his lips—not the usual mocking sort, which he used with everyone else, but warm and genuine. “yes, truly.” he confirmed with a small nod.
that smile of hers, the way it seemed ( + )
♡̵ * 𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐷 ╱ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 .ᐟ@G0LDENLIONESS
ᅠᅠ 𝓵ashes flutter, as if surprised by this warmth she still recognises —— the kind that belongs 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 to him. 𝓪 breath. light, almost a laugh, spilling at the corner of her lips when she lifts her eyes to ( 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕. ) ᅠ
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head against its master’s.
“i reckon if i’d been a pup who chewed some curtains, you’d have scolded me regardless...” he giggled as he pictured that, then rested his forehead against her shoulder. “but i’m glad to be your twin ( + )
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those four simple words chimed in his mind like the bells of baelor’s sept on a holy day. 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛٫ 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 repeating over and over. jaime was not a particularly religious man—closer to the opposite, really—but her ( + )
Qᵁᴱᴱᴺ 𝑪𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑰.@leonisregina
the boyish grin lingering on his lips, the way his eyes followed her with such 𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘥 affection. . . it made something warm loosen in her chest. she smiled to herself, tilting her head slightly as he fumbled with the goblet, clearly more interested in her than the —
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betraying him, which felt a betrayal in itself.
“cersei...” his voice was quieter now, like a child who’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “i’m sorry for saying what i did... accusing you of that... i know you wouldn’t do that.”
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guilt began to creep into his bones rapidly, making him shift uncomfortably. how could he have been such a fool? to think 𝑠𝘩𝑒 would be 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑓𝑢𝑙 to 𝘩𝑖𝑚? they were two halves of one whole, and he’d accused her of ( + )
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jaime hesitated before taking a drink from his own goblet—not out of suspicion, but simply to watch her with a boyish grin stuck on his lips. when he did take a drink, he had a similar reaction as her, but he coughed like a ( + )
Qᵁᴱᴱᴺ 𝑪𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑰.@leonisregina
she laughed under her breath when she was dealing with the drink, knowing the truth behind his words. he was more of a cat than a lion when he was next to her. with an exaggerated sweep of her palm, she dusted the bottle, pouring drinks for the both of them. she offered his —
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he didn’t meet her eyes when he asked it, instead gazing down at his wine. in truth, he wasn’t sure he’d be much help with whatever it was, but, at the very least, he’d try.
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after all... and they knew nothing if not how to barter favors amongst each other.
he picked up his goblet with his left hand now, in spite of how strange it felt to do so, and took a sip, contemplating. “what kind of help?” ( + )
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the knight felt his brows furrow. a rebuttal was on his tongue, ready to be spoken—because the truth was, he 𝑖𝑠 a fool—but he held back. he wasn’t in the mood for a petty debate about what he was and wasn’t just now. he knew ( + )
— 𝓘𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝓛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 .@VlVACIOUSX
It was almost painful to see him like this — vulnerable, humiliated, a mere shadow of what once was. Once a great man, someone Ivanna had always looked up to with admiration, and now… little more than a stain upon the family name. For a fleeting moment, Ivanna considered -
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