𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 : 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯

i  went  walking    (    𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑    )    on  the  edge  of  madness  .

[flayeress-a]

SHE      IS      A       FORTRESS,             heart  creaking  like  a  staircase  long  forgotten.    her  anger  is  a  tomb,    buried  ‘neath  her  hollow  bones,    wrath  nestling  in  her  gut.    what  is  more  shameful  than  your  husband’s  infidelity  personified  parading  its  wretched  self  within  the  walls  of  your  castle  ?    it’s  a  bitter  ache  that  bites  into  her,    like  a  hound  starved,    one  she  succeeds  in  veiling  ‘hind  an  indifferent  facade.    𝐍𝐎𝐓      𝐇𝐄𝐑      𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓      𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍,      𝐁𝐔𝐓      𝐇𝐄𝐑      𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓      𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃      ;       perhaps  she  has  become  that  which  she  loathes,    the  doting  mother,    the  jealous  wife,    but  domeric  is  her  son,    her  only  son,    and  the  dreadfort  is  her  home.    she  would  not  lose  any  of  that  to  a  bastard.            ❛        .  .  .     you   should  not  have  brought  him  here,    he  will  only  bring  us  worries.         ❜

♡     /    @praeludio  ft.  domeric  !

[flayeress-a]

LADY,    MOTHER,    WIDOW.             she  had  been  everything  and  then  nothing  and  now  she  is  hollow.     the  army  of  the  dead  are  marching  towards  them  and  she  finds  she  cares  little.    what  threat  are  the  dead  to  someone  who  has  already  died  all  the  deaths  there  are  ?    it’s  not  her  husband  she  mourns,    the  late  lord  bolton,    nor  his  bastard,    or  slain  house,    but  her  son,    and  everything  she  had  had.    𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘    𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓'𝖙    𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖙    𝖙𝖔    𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊    𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗    𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓.    no,    bethany  has  nothing  left  to  live  for,    but  she  supposes  the  rest  of  them  do.    so  with  chalice  in  her  hand,    red  with  wine,    she  averts  her  eyes  to  the  man.    most  of  the  people  here,    she  knows  barely,    if  only  by  name.       ❛        ser  podrick    .  .  .    or      -      you  are  not  a  knight,    are  you  ?    the  lady  brienne’s  squire,    i  believe  ?    forgive  me,    there  were  less  people  to  remember  when  i  was  last  here.        ❜

♡     /    @hesquired  ! 

[flayeress-a]

WHAT      ARE      A      HUNDRED      ARMIES             when  compared  to  a  woman  scorned  ?     she  had  been  a  lady,    once    .   .   .    now,    she  feels  more  dog  than  person,    more  feral,    tucked  in  her  shunned  corner  like  a  hound.    the  bastard’s  presence,    every  gods  forsaken  second  of  it,    prompted  resentment,    bitter  and  acidic,    within  her      :      𝐇𝐄𝐑      𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄      𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋      𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄      𝐇𝐄𝐑.    a  wife  would  tame  him,    bethany  had  hoped,    prayed,    but  the  gods  are  cruel  and  had  never  listened  before,    why  would  they  begin  now  ?    and  as  she  sits  with  sansa,    hands  lain  atop  the  fabrics  of  her  own  dress,    she  thinks  the  girl  might  share  that  sentient.    ramsay  bolton  snow  was  a  curse  she  would  wish  upon  nobody.         ❛        marriage  doesn’t  get  easier  with  the  years,    i’m  afraid.        ❜

♡     /    @sqnsa  !

[northunt]

he     was     the     type     of     person     who’d     explain     how     he     was     going     to     stab     you     in     the     front     before     he     actually     shoved     the     knife     in     …     and     you’d     LET     HIM     .     of     course     .     in     some     circumstances     ,     he’d     probably     even     pass     you     the     knife     so     you     can     shove     it     in     your     own     chest     ,     and     you     would     .     ❞     —     ramsay  bolton  ,   as  hunted  by  amour  .

[flayeress-a]

STARTER  CALL   !   BOP  THE  ♡.  FOR  A  STARTER  !

[yosb]

domeric little prince boy of the dreadfort

[flayeress-a]

STARTER  CALL   !   BOP  THE  ♡.  FOR  A  STARTER  !

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[flayeress-a]

bethany & catelyn @ their husbands' bastards: if i were not a holy woman, i would beat you senseless

[flayeress-a]

𝖘𝖍𝖊    𝖜𝖆𝖘    𝖆𝖑𝖑    𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗    𝖔𝖋    𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘    .     𝐒𝐇𝐄    𝐖𝐀𝐒    𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑    𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓            /    bethany    bolton    née    ryswell    !           novel  based  with  show  compliant  verses  .  private  and  selective  .  adored  by  doll    &.    sideblog  to  greiqoy  .

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[yosb]

“do not mistake any history you’ve shared for the slightest understanding of what our marriage is, or how insignificant you are in comparison”

[de-morte]

I drank grief and darkness from the same chalice, and left them both empty.

Channing H. M (via de-morte)

[turbro]

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