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Hi my name is Esmé Gigi Geniv'eve Squalor and I have a long-standing aversion to housework (that’s how I got my name) and a very in haircut and deep black eyes like the pits of the olives from an aqueous martini and a lot of people tell me I dress like Lady Gaga (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Count Olaf but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a financial advisor but I’m bankrupting my husband. I have pale white skin. I’m also an arsonist, and I travel around with my boyfriend kidnapping orphans for their fortunes. I am unbelievably wealthy (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly couture. I love the Garment District and I buy all my clothes from there. For example, today I was wearing a pinstripe corset with contrasting lace around it and an eye-print miniskirt, purple fishnets and shoes with knives for heels. I was wearing silver lipstick, expensive foundation, bronze eyeliner and gold eyeshadow. I was walking outside Veblen Hall. It was a damp and drizzly November in my soul - a phrase which here means “raining” - so there was no sun, which I was very happy about, because sunny weather is out. A lot of Volunteers stared at me. I put my middle finger up at them.

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  • House Stark: slouching beanies, thick silver rings, sugary coffee dolloped in cream, cobblestone paths, snowflakes stuck in one's hair, cinnamon wafting through the air, plush blankets, heavy iron doors
  • House Lannister: curly hair, gilded hallways, knit sweaters hanging off of shoulders, chess pieces, citrus candles, golden mirrors, feather pillows, sharp fountain pens bleeding ink, stone lions
  • House Tully: skipping stones in river beds, delicate collarbones, strawberry tarts, knee high socks, tiled floors, thin metal chains, pin straight hair, wavy hair falling down backs, chrome crowns
  • House Tyrell: rosewater, sunlight pouring through windows, flower crowns, boned dresses, gladiator sandals, golden thorns, silky sheets, pink lipstick, pristine paperbacks, tall stemmed wine glasses
  • House Targaryen: burning fireplaces, moonlight, bells ringing through the air, braided hair, combat boots, knit blankets, sweetened tea, vanilla, fingerless gloves, gothic buttresses, silver cuffs
  • House Martell: sandy beaches, henna tracing one's veins, the aroma of spiced sweets, messy buns, blood orange, golden snakes, leather jackets, spires, geometric archways, winged eyeliner, bronze
  • House Baratheon: stag horns, obsidian, masquerade balls, sleek couches, tart fruits, starry skies, modern art, daggers on display, signet rings, ponytails, leggings and thin t-shirts, humid evenings
  • House Greyjoy: ropes, sea salt, weathered wood, windy nights, seafood stews, carved marble statues, waterlogged fabric dragging one down, fur tapestries, model ships, hoop earrings, tote bags
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-SNOWBAZ-

Written for the @carryon-countdown prompt: Punk/Pastel AU

Summary: I watch him as he takes my hand with his. One. He starts painting my nails. Two. He bites his lips while he’s focused and, oh fuck, I can’t tear my eyes off him. Three. Four. Five.

To hell with the three-seconds rule.

Word count: 753

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Black boots. Leather pants. Denim shirt—sleeves rolled up. Blue eyes—black eyeliner. Bronze curls. Simon bloody Snow. 

One.

I silently watch his reflection on the mirror, trying not to be too obvious but failing miserably. I am mesmerized. 

Two.

I have this rule with Snow that I can watch him so long as I turn my head away within three seconds. That way I’m not caught staring. 

Three.

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