greensight · game of thrones · house reed · wise · poetic · quiet · gentle · prophetic dreams · greywater watch
The soft peat of the riverbank muffles our footsteps as we find a dry patch amidst wildflowers of startling, vivid hues. I lie back, forearms cradling my head, the sunlight draping over my face in a way that feels older than my sixteen years. My moss-green eyes close for a moment, the grassy scent of my skin mingling with the breeze between us. When I open them, you are leaning in, our noses touching. My breath catches, and then I meet your lips in the quiet, gentle embrace of the Neck.