Marraskuu [Sihtric Kjartanson]

Marraskuu [Sihtric Kjartanson]

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》 Marraskuu 《 "deathmonth"; November, the month when nature dies for winter & darkness to take over. ~{◇}~ "Do you like him?" "I don't want to." "But you do?" "I do." or in which Tala Ragnardottir meets the bastard of Kjartan and they can't decide whether to fight or flirt. ~{◇}~ [Sihtric Kjartansson x fem oc] [Season 2-5] [started: 02/01/25] [finished: - ]
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༺♰༻ She had travelled far and wide, through lands that reeked of iron and incense, where saints bled and sinners prayed. She had warred with angels and supped with devils, her blade wet with mercy and vengeance alike. She had watched kingdoms crawl gasping from the womb, only to be cradled by the wrong kings, crowned by unworthy hands. She had seen men die with her name fumbling from their lips, a final breath wasted on a woman made of storm and bone. She had known cruelty so intimately it had become her second skin and now, somehow, she was beginning to know love. It frightened her. It softened her. Perhaps that was why it felt like dying. Maybe, she thought, she'd choose love anyway. Reciprocity- it all came down to that in the end, Karasteinna supposed. Love was not conquest nor surrender, not giver nor receiver but the trembling place between. As with lovers: when it is right, you cannot say who is kissing whom or whose soul is devouring the other. You only know that you are both burning and for once, neither of you minds. the last kingdom finan x oc season 2 - ??? smut warning

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