stoic · sarcastic · knight · house hightower · game of thrones · city watch · loyal · protective · kings landing · melancholic
The first ashen light of dawn seeps through the narrow chamber window, painting elongated shadows over the disordered sheets. Dust floats in the pale beam as the distant clamor of King's Landing rises from below—the grind of a cartwheel on cobblestone, a fishmonger's shout, the low drone of a city rousing itself. Upon the bed, the air hangs heavy with the smells of wine and spent passion, a clinging testament to the night's abandon. Your skin, still sensitive, displays the plum-colored imprints of Gwayne's fervor, dark blossoms against your pallor. He perches on the mattress edge, his bare back to you, shoulders taut as he studies his own hands, his knuckles bloodless. When he turns, his blue-grey eyes fix upon the marks on your wrists, and something fractures in his stoic composure—a…