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independent elsera snow from telltale's game of thrones OC + AU Friendly written by cassie // est. 10.8.16

[yourmusings]

RP starters: Concern.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

[oflizardlions-blog]

      “i’m not alone,” meera replied, the flicker of a smile threatening to emerge in the corner of her lips,” i have my friend—” she indicated towards the dagger in her hand, “she tends to cut people who have not-so-nice intentions.” still, the girl hardly seemed to be  danger. meera judged that they were most likely around the same age. “what’re you doing up here? it isn’t safe.” she said, eyeing the other boy that stood near her with a wary gaze.

[elserasnow-blog]

Hm. Clever.

“I have a similar friend.” Elsera’s hand lightly touched the leather scabbard at her belt, but made no move to draw the weapon. “We women are in need of such friends, I suppose. Especially beyond the Wall.”

She glanced at her brother, green eyes relaying a message — back off. For now. Shadow wandered nearby, her warriors waited diligently at their posts. If this girl had any ideas they’d be more than prepared to handle her.

“This is our home,” Elsera explained, simply. “And might I ask — is there any reason you’ve come here? Are you injured? Hungry? Or just lost?”

[vxicefromhighpoint-deactivated2]

❝ I want peace between our families… ❞

[elserasnow-blog]

░  @oflizardlions​ ░ 

     it brought her sorrow to visit such places; beautiful as they were, the old, ruined villages of beyond the wall filled her with an inexplicable sadness, as if she could sense the lives that were once here, never to return. that was, of course, save one.

      “that’s what someone who either wanted to rob me or steal me would say,” meera retorted, hand on blade. what put her off however was that the other girl looked forlorn, as if she had suffered great loss and perhaps had little desire to go on. somehow this made meera trust in her words, yet she could never be too safe. “are you okay?” she finally asked, taking a few steps towards her.

As the girl stepped forward, she heard her brother’s voice, scolding her for allowing a stranger to trespass on their lands. Neither of them were trusting, but Elsera always had those inklings of faith. A faith that there was still good in this world. Still reason to hope.

But that faith had faded, twisted into something cold and hopeless at the hands of someone she loved.

“Me?” A wry chuckle — voice scratchy at not having used it for a while. “I’m … doing well. I’m alive, aren’t I?” ( through some miracle )

Eyes lifted to consider the girl. She could be a WILDLING — but at at this point Elsera could care less. “I have no intention of robbing or stealing you. Though I’d imagine it’d be easy — since you’re all by yourself, it seems.”

[elserasnow-blog]

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Send me a ♬ and I’ll shuffle my iTunes for a starter | @oflizardlions​ 

Looking at it now, it all seemed so simple.

She shouldn’t have stayed behind — she knew that. She should’ve left with Josera and the others. Perhaps then she wouldn’t be so miserable. So wretched. ( so alone. )

Elsera eyed the girl warily. Why she would want to come anywhere near this run down village was a mystery to her.

“I’m the only one here. You’ve nothing to worry about.”

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[txghut-blog]

@elserasnow  summons

Cold was the North. 

Fingers ran through his beard, tugging ever gently, the pulling of skin reminded him that he was not a frozen man. Breathing, warmth, blood still coursed through his body. Ichor of the Forrester’s, still alive in greater numbers than he originally imagined. Almost humors, a chuckle pulled from his throat with a puff of white air. He’d always known his father wasn’t perfect, though it brought pain– a stab into the heart. Looking to his sister, bastard or not, she was one of the few sisters that he had left. He was determined to hold on with teeth and nail.

There were pieces of Mira in her or was it there were pieces of her in Mira? Asher tilted his head, eyebrows knitted together to betray his deeper thought, how he discussed with himself and decided to push the question away for the sleeping hours. Played it off with a bop of his chin towards the body of a deer they’d taken down, all lean muscle that wouldn’t do much for them but was better than nothing. Asher took a knee.

“I’m glad you told me we’re siblings,” he began, grabbing for the knife just behind his hatchet. It wasn’t his knife, either, offered to him by his childhood friend, and even then he was told it was another man’s trophy. “I was seconds away from flirting. Frankly, I don’t want to be known as the Lord that flirted with his siblings.” Let alone be known as a Lord, but the comment was kept under the tongue. Slicing the deer, the slight shiver along his arms as he removed entrails. It would be left for the wolves, and he would finish skinning in the safety of their camp.

[elserasnow-blog]

Elsera watched, unblinkingly, as the man — (Asher, she reminded herself) — sliced open the deer at their feet. Steam lifted and curled into the air as the biting cold winds met hot, sticky insides. The sight of such things had always fascinated her. The insides.

“Yes…”

Absently, she knelt beside him, closer to the dead animal so she could catch a better look. His jokes hardly phased her, hardly brought a smile to her face. It was strange, meeting this Asher Forrester. She knew him to be Gregor’s kin — (your kin, she reminded herself) — but for some reason could not entirely wrap her head around it. Often, she’d find herself staring hard into his eyes, as if they’d clearly explain whatever confused her. They were the same green as hers, but something was different about them.

“I couldn’t keep a thing like that secret.” She’d told Gared easily enough and he was only her father’s squire. What good would it do to hide anyway? The wildlings feared the name SNOW, but to Elsera it was only a name. A word. Some words held power — the ones she spoke — but there was nothing magical about a bastard’s surname. “I’m sure Lord Gregor would’ve wanted me to tell you.”

A hand then shot out, lightly touching Asher’s wrist. “Leave me the heart, would you?”

[elserasnow-blog]

@ladyofloxley​

“I told you -- I don’t have anything to give you.” 

She’d no idea what the other even wanted. Coin? She certainly had none of that --- they didn’t trade little pieces of copper and silver back and forth where she came from. She had no food or anything of value either. Just the knife sheathed on her belt and the furs on her back. 

“Why don’t you just leave me alone?” 

[terrarosas-blog]

i know i just came back and started writing again, but i wanted to let everyone know that nanowrimo is coming up next month so i will focusing on writing that and might not be fast with replies. i apologize!! but i didn’t do nano last year and i want to participate in this one as i have the free time. 

[tallesthart-blog]

     “A bite.” She pleaded. Once there’d been a time where she would have had more dignity than this, begging for scraps of animal flesh, yet as her stomach had grown hungrier and hungrier and the days colder and colder, dignity seemed like a luxury of the past. “Please?”

[elserasnow-blog]

Green eyes softened as they observed the girl, though the rest of her face remained as cold as the chill that had since seeped into her bones. There was something about her. Something familiar. Like peering into a looking glass and seeing yourself reflected there.

With a sigh, she bent over, freeing her dagger from the rabbit’s small, lifeless body. It could be enough for the both of them. If not she’d consider searching for more game.

“Fetch some kindling for a fire.”

[elserasnow-blog]

like for a starter, perhaps?

[morethanjustwords-archive]

This was a bit of a vague explanation for something that supernatural for Harys’s taste. It was in no way his place to judge or question — he got lucky when they didn’t just kill a stranger met this side of the wall. Of course, Gared was the one mostly to thank for this. It was his initiative to let Harys & Diona stay by the fire, & then — get to know them better. Not giving his friends ( or whatever the lad considered those people to be ) trouble seemed like the right thing to do now — even though enough things about those creatures served to disturb him.

A worrisomely pained sound interrupted his thoughts.

The woman who’s been introducing him to the dead warriors was leaning against a tree to stand. Before he knew it, Diona took a tentative step forward, sniffing the scarlet drops on snow. He couldn’t blame the pup — t’was only natural for an animal to be interested in this kind of thing, but Harys still tsked at her, urging the dog to step back. 

“THAT doesn’t look natural to me.” He stated, taking a hesitant step in the other’s direction. “Do you need any help?”

[elserasnow-blog]

“No!” 

Body snapped upright, green eyes flashing with alarm. She swayed slightly on her feet, and almost fell backwards, grabbing onto the tree again for support. Vision blurred, head pounded, but Elsera knew if she waited it out everything would clear, and it’d all be better. 

Her gift needed a rest, was all. She’d used too much of it fighting off the wights. Shakily, she brushed her nose clean, wiping away blood with her sleeve. Only a small strip of crimson. Nothing too worry about. 

A breath of relief puffed past her lips as the pain began to fade --- as expected. Composure returned as well as a welcoming, friendly smile toward the other. As if her brief collapse had not happened. 

“That happens sometimes,” she explained, voice light. It did not mean she was losing CONTROL like Josera often accused. She knew better than anyone about her gifts. What they meant and what they could do. “It’s nothing to worry about.” 

She pushed off the tree, using all her strength to stand upright. “We should get back to the village. My brother must be worrying about me being gone for so long. And I’m sure you and your dog will be in need of some rest.” 

[meghanxbrownbarrow-blog]

Meghan hadn’t seen the woman when they bumped into one another; too transfixed on the couples dancing, rather than where she was walking. She had been returning to her seat, but she didn’t know where the woman was heading.

It didn’t take her too long to figure out who she was, most people in attendance knew who she and her brother were.

“It’s alright,” Meghan assured. “There’s no harm done.” The dress was ruined, of course, but this was not a huge loss to Meghan.

Brown hues eyed the woman, curious as to what her motives were. “Are you leaving so soon?”

[elserasnow-blog]

No harm done? Elsera frowned. Perhaps to highborn women fancy things like dresses were easily replaced. The gown Elsera wore now was the only one she owned and it’d be terrible if any wine spilled on it. That would mean she’d have to be fitted for another. A humiliating process she hoped to avoid. 

“Parties bore me.” She said so bluntly, no pretty words or excuses. “I haven’t the stomach for them either.” 

Over the woman’s shoulder she tried to catch the attention of Josera, but he was nowhere to be seen. He’d always felt more at home here than she did. He was probably getting piss drunk with a pack of lordlings, not caring one bit if his presence was tolerated or not. 

“You do know who I am, right?”

[thedawnwitch-blog]

           Fingers curled tightly around the handles of the cart he pulled behind him, none the less he smiled and tilted his head. Innocent. Defenseless. Nothing to worry about. By the look of the woman however, standing by the fire and posed to fight if he did not obey her order, he doubted his usual charade would work. But he would try.

           “Would sharing your fire with one weary traveler be so much trouble?” He paused, a hum of thought coming from him, melodic and verging on the beginning of a song. “In exchange, I will share some food with you. A fair trade, yes?”

[elserasnow-blog]

Shit. 

Just the word food set her stomach growling. She hadn’t found much out here to trap --- just a skinny hare that failed to satisfy her hunger. But like hell she’d eat anything this creature had to offer. For all she knew it could be poison. 

Another rumble of her stomach caused her frown to deepen, brow wrinkling with annoyance. Elsera kept her dagger raised, pointed at the stranger’s throat. 

“Sit. Right there.” She tried not to sound too eager as she said, “What do you have to give me?”

[elserasnow-blog]

Arranged Marriage Starters

"I can't believe I am marrying THEM."

"I want marry whoever I want!"

"You're not as bad as I imagined."

"No. NO! NO! NO! I am NOT getting married to YOU!"

"If you touch me I swear you will not live to regret it."

"This isn't quite what I expected."

"So... now what do we do?"

"I don't think I could have dreamed of anyone better."

"Let go of me!"

"You want me to marry THEM?"

"You can't make me go through this."

"I want to marry for love, not because I have to."

"I don't want to marry them. I want to marry you."

"Take me away from this. I can't do this."

"Will I like them?"

"What do they look like?"

"You can't keep me prisoner like this!"

"I don't care about your precious alliance."

"This is strictly business."

"I will never love you."

"Wow. I can't believe I'm marrying them..."

"I think I fell in love with you anyway."

"I would rather die."

"You can't make me love you."

"I love someone else!"

"Perhaps we can make this work."

"You're not my type."

"I'm nervous."

"I don't care if they like me or not."

"This is stupid. I don't want to do this."

"So you just sold me off to the highest bidder..."

"I can't believe how lucky I am."

"I paid a good price for you."

"You will have no children with me."

"So, we're doing this?"

"They are more magnificent than I could have possibly imagined."

[txghut-blog]

One question:

                                                                          Did you plan to hurt me?

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[defenderofthegrove]

There had been a small part of the former squire that had reminded himself to give Josera a chance, having only been able to imagine what it must have felt like for someone to suddenly show up and to claim that his father had been slain by his enemies, but that time had passed, only to be replaced by frustration. Perhaps they would leave the grove one day, but right then and there, it did not seem like the right thing to do. They had to be wise about their decisions, and Lord Gregor’s words remained a potent force of guidance within Gared’s mind. 

❝ I do know that, Elsera. I lost friends to make it here. ❞ No doubt the woman would lose warriors on a journey to Ironrath, too, and the young man had been careful to not underestimate their strength. They needed to convince Josera to stay, one way or another. ❝ How would you restrain him? Wouldn’t that mean you would need to restrain his bear, too? We– I don’t know if we would be strong enough. ❞ He had not yet forgotten his first encounter with Shadow, with bruises having yet to fade. ❝ I should try to talk to him first, but I don’t know it that’ll work. I’ve already tried to explain my reason for staying, but he wouldn’t listen to me. I don’t think he trusts me, or my word. ❞    

[elserasnow-blog]

“Our trust is... difficult to earn.” 

Having been left here as children, brother and sister could only rely on each other to survive. Josera had his gift with animals --- a gift that helped them in dangerous times, when neither were able to use a sword or bow. It wasn’t until they were older that Elsera discovered her own special talents. 

“My warriors can only do so much.” Elsera frowned, growing more annoyed with the situation and her brother. “I admit --- Josera and his bear are stronger than I am. And if we do restrain him, I doubt he’ll allow it for very long.”

Annoyance then shifted toward her father’s messenger. 

“Why did you have to tell him of Ironrath? Fill his head with those stories. He thinks he can just march down there and get his revenge without any consequences. Those people --- they don’t care about us. They’d probably hate us for what we are.”