'you love him,
don't you?
him and his pale, long fingers
tangled in your hair,
running down your spine.
him and his lips
against your neck,
your jaw, your chin.
and in these empty halls,
with him,
religion shifts and turns and blurs.
his mouth is your confessional,
and you sin,
you sin,
you sin.'-
the devil never seemed so holy (via kingrobb)ahhh I can't wait!
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Fanfictionif there is light then I am going to swallow it. if there is a god then I'm going to make him cry. or in which, the eldest daughter of the king viserys the peaceful, rejects the prospect of being the heir in favor of her younger sister.