pairing you really love
pairing you couldn’t give a shit about even if you tried
I took a few days off from my homicidal drabbles, but I’m back with a vengeance and have three new ones to share. Many thanks to trebuchettully and grammarsaveslives for the prompts to VI and VII, respectively!
As he shoved against Lysa’s shoulders, he couldn’t contain the delighted smirk that he’d been holding inside for so many years. He was finally free – free of her fawning, her voice, her body. Free.
And then a thin grasping claw caught at his robes, and he was tumbling – tumbling through the opening and down toward the ground below.
The last thing Petyr Baelish saw was Tully red hair framing a pale face. It peered down at him through the moon door. For a moment, he could have sworn it was Cat’s face smiling at him.
But only for a moment.
A hissing tore him from his thoughts, and he cast his eyes around the darkness. Petyr was certain he’d been tossed into an empty tent, but the sound was growing louder. With it came an overwhelmingly fetid scent.
At first, he couldn’t see anything due to the dark, and when his sight adjusted, he wished for blindness.
It was Cat but not her at the same time. Not even her eyes remained as they had been. No, this creature’s eyes were cold and full of hatred and a vast, black emptiness.
“Cat,” he whispered just before the blackness took him.
All it had taken to beat her was a little bit of planning. Everyone in King’s Landing knew Cersei loved a good Dornish red. Petyr’s only regret was that he couldn’t be there for the Queen Regent’s final drink.
He smiled and took another sip of wine to silence the cough that had been troubling him for weeks. He frowned when the scratch in his throat grew worse. It felt as though he’d been set ablaze. The next cough left drops of blood on his hand, and the next left streaks.
Their game, it seemed, would end in a tie.