white wings

[d4rlenealderson-blog]

“of course i know how to make it work. who do you think i am? and most important, where do you come from?”

[dovesansa-blog]

“well, is it working?” she tilts her head curiously. “and i come from WINTERFELL –– have you heard of it?”

[renegadeisms]

“excuse me? of course I know how to work this. i may not have put all of the wires together in the most beautiful manner but it isn’t my fault all of your earth tech is so primitive. are you doubting my knowledge?.”

[dovesansa-blog]

“i ––– what? i don’t know what it’s supposed to look like; i’ve never seen anything like this. how do you work it?”

[dovesansa-blog]

“do you even know how to work this?”

[whiteqveenx]

     ‘ youre a lost little girl with no sense of home darling, youre scared. ‘

[dovesansa-blog]

“and how does that make me no one?”

[whiteqveenx]

                        ‘ because i can hear everything that goes on in your head, sweetheart. ‘

[dovesansa-blog]

“then you should know that i am not no one.”

[crowneds]

         chara frowns at her reaction, almost disappointingly. “ oh, come on, don’t say that! it’ll be fun, i PROMISE. ” or, at least, fun for them. crimson eyes glower with irritation, however, as they grip their knife tighter.

[dovesansa-blog]

“it seems we have very different ideas of ‘fun’.” sansa replies simply, suppressing any feelings of dread or fear and replacing them with a sense of calm. “maybe you should find someone else who shares your... HOBBIES.”

[whiteqveenx]

‘ hate to break it to your ˢʷᵉᵉᵗʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ‘ emma said with a smirk as she crossed her arms. ‘ you werent anything then and you still arent. ‘ 

[dovesansa-blog]

sansa’s eyes narrow ever-so-slightly, annoyance flicking like a flame against her heart. “and who are you to say?”

[crowneds]

          “ i didn’t expect to see someone like y o u still alive, ” they comment, knife twirling in their palms absentmindedly, almost MAGICALLY, but they stop, gripping it in their left hand. “ let’s change that, yeah? ”

[dovesansa-blog]

sadly, that’s a sentiment many share. sansa’s faced worse than the likes of this many times over, but that doesn’t stop the dread that grips her heart. keeping her metaphorical cards close to her chest, a small sigh escapes her. “can’t you find someone else to bother?”

[whiteqveenx]

              ‘ all of a sudden people thinkin’ they are ˢʰⁱᵗ. ‘ emma said looking around at the people who thought they were all of a sudden a had two feet to stand on when they didnt before. ‘ but in reality they arent anything before and they still arent now. ‘

[dovesansa-blog]

feminine features skew into a look of confusion. “i – um –––” the wording of the first part bewilders sansa, but she thinks she understands what the other means. “and what of those who were something before?”

[kellraisers]

“ I pride myself on my dramatics, darling, ” Magnus replied. Trying to keep together the pieces of himself – his sarcasm, his mannerisms, his extravagance – was difficult, but it was all he had. A depressing reality, but reality nonetheless. “ No. I’m not. I’m just trying to access whatever SITUATION this is before I freak myself out. ” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “ What do you know ?? ”

[dovesansa-blog]

sansa’s lips pull into a bemused smile. “your dramatics might turn out to be the only thing remotely funny around here.” she casts another wary glance towards their surroundings before admitting that she doesn’t know much more than he does. “i can remember things from before, if that’s what you’re asking; but i don’t think it’d be a lot of use to us now.”

[sansadaily]

Sansa Stark in S02E09 Blackwater ♦ requested by anonymous

[kellraisers]

Magnus was TERRIFIED, he realized, almost as soon as he found himself …. here. Wherever here was, exactly — it was no Brooklyn, he knew that for sure. In fact, as he took a look around, this place wasn’t familiar at all. He was over four hundred years old, had been to more countries and foreign lands than most could ever imagine, yet this remained unidentifiable. He hated that, hated this, hated everything that had happened to him over the course of …. how long has it even been ?? He couldn’t remember. He could remember most, but the inner workings of his mind were beginning to cramp with hazy memories of the torturous things the normal ones put him through. God, this …. this sucked. With a less than fond shake of his head, his hands gripped onto the ends of his scarf, his nose wrinkling in clear disdain. “ It’s a bit DRAB, isn’t it ?? ”

[dovesansa-blog]

“oh, this? don’t be dramatic.” sansa says dryly, eyeing the rather grey scenery around them. it’s far from the winter wonderland she grew up in, and she thinks she’d rather take the sunny hell of king’s landing than this. “are you really just going to lie down and accept this place as home?” she shoots an almost accusatory glance at magnus, and sansa already knows she will spend the rest of her life fighting to get back home. if she can convince him to help her...

[silentrn]

“Deserted towns are so spooky, there’s no one here! Are we sure this place is not haunted?”

[dovesansa-blog]

“are you saying you think there are GHOSTS here? what would they want with us?”

[faustindelaney-blog]

The flaming-haired girl that stood before her looked rather out of place amongst the rubble and dying grass. She looked regal and elegant, dressed in clothes that were most definitely not from this time period. Was she– was she an angel? Was Emma dead? No, don’t be ridiculous Emma. That’s crazy, she thought to herself, getting up to stand before her.

“It’s, it’s alright. I’m just a bit of a jumpy person recently,” Emma admitted. “I hope you don’t mind me saying this but– you’re beautiful. I’m Emma, it’s nice to meet you,” she said, extending her hand for a polite shake.

[dovesansa-blog]

sansa, in all honesty, would be quite flattered to know she’d just been compared to an angel.

a weak, but polite, smile curves her lips. “i wouldn’t blame you; this place is far from welcoming.” there isn’t a single thing she can find that’s warm and inviting about this town –– if it suddenly started thundering and the dead rose from the ground, sansa wouldn’t really be surprised.

a bashful blush creeps up her neck at emma’s next words. “thank you; you have really pretty features yourself.” she tucks stray strands of red behind her ear, quite unsure of what to do with herself –– she feels like such a CHILD again. “my name’s sansa, it’s, um, nice to meet you too.”

[ashara-deactivated20171021]

m o o d b o a r d : Sansa & Margaery — “Most women don’t know what they like until they’ve tried.”

[lookingbadbarton-deactivated201]

                                   ➵ ┇clint notices her shy away in reaction to his glances, while innocent if anything, he doesn’t blame her. he’s made an effort to keep his distance to everyone around him, the safer route, he doesn’t want he to make him out to be one of the BAD GUYS though. that wasn’t him, not by nature, he’s one who looks to help, even without thinking, ❝ fair enough,i think everyone is these days so i don’t blame ya       ‘m clint, by the way ❞. 

[dovesansa-blog]

sansa nods her head in acknowledgement. “yes, i suppose that’s true,” she agrees. it’s comforting to know that they’re all in the same boat, yet sansa knows not to be naive enough to believe that some wouldn’t take advantage of the situation. “i’m sansa.” – stark, house of winterfell. not adding those weirds feels foreign on her tongue, like there’s a missing weight. “it’s nice to meet you, probably.” the situation is far from ideal, after all.

[faustindelaney-blog]

As she shut her eyes tightly, Emma’s screaming and writhing body seemed to fall away from her in a split second. As her eyes flashed open, she was no longer in the dark and abandoned orphanage struggling to get away from Kieran’s grip– instead, she found herself curled up and shaking on a patch of dry and yellowing grass. The texture was rough, but not as rough as the crumbling cement she rolled over onto. “What the–” Emma murmured, sitting herself up.

Around her was an entire town in complete rubble. Her first thought was Lakewood suffered some sort of atomic bomb, and then she simply realized that was even crazier than believing this was all another one of her nightmares. “This is getting too weird,” she muttered to herself as she stood up, looking around in search of well… anything. Immediately alert, Emma spun around when she heard something rustle behind her. “Oh my god– you scared me,” she gasped to the figure she had turned around to face.

[dovesansa-blog]

sansa regards emma curiously, taking in her strange clothing, strange muttering, strange everything. she still hasn’t managed to grasp the concept that she’s in another world entirely –– she knows now that fairytales aren’t real; magic, probably not. sansa hasn’t made her mind up on that one yet.

her eyes widen when emma finally acknowledges her, sansa’s shoulders stiffening at the shock of being discovered ( despite the fact that she’s done nothing wrong ) . “i’m sorry,” she says earnestly, albeit cautiously, “i didn’t mean to frighten you or anything.”