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¦ ╳ OUT. I won’t be very active in the coming days. I am moving and also going back to school. Also, I am getting this northern beauty up and running, so show me some love over there. I’ll do some drafts as soon as I have some time!
“Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna, and thousands died for it.”
dark starter sentences
some yandere, some angst, some rivalry, but no happy stuff on this list
"You actually thought i cared about you?"
"I wonder how loudly i can make you scream in agony?"
"You're a monster!"
"It would be a shame if i had to damage that pretty face of yours."
"You're all mine now."
"How could you do this to me!?"
"I trusted you!"
"Is that supposed to scare me?"
"Put the knife down."
"You're scaring me..."
"You look so sexy when you're all bloodied and bruised like that~"
"I wonder how many volts it would take to kill you?"
"Why are you pointing that gun at me?"
"Let me go!"
"You're so cute when you struggle like that~"
"Your blood smells wonderful."
"Who did this to you?"
"You're in my way."
"I thought you were dead!"
"Help me!"
"Long live the king."
"What did they do to you?"
"What have you done?"
"Maybe i should carve a pretty picture in your flesh?"
"Don't worry, I won't do anything fatal, I just need some information."
"I don't care what you do to me, I'll never tell you!"
"Stop it, your hurting me!"
"They'll kill you!"
"I hate you."
"The only reason I chained you up is to show you how much I love you!"
"If you keep struggling like that I'll have to punish you~"
Loch Leven
“Plenty of little men tried to put their swords through my heart. And there’s plenty of little s k e l e t o n s buried in the woods.”
¦ ╳ OUT. Alas, I have cleared out my drafts and memes! I think I will be lurking on mobile for a while, and do some more packing. Ugh I hate moving.
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¦ ╳ @lcrdcrow continued from here.
No matter which direction one’s eyes looked, all that could be seen were blankets of white snow, covering every inch of this frozen land beyond the wall. Here and there were patches of dirt where man power has attempted to make paths for easy travel, but it was only a matter of time before fresh snows covered it up again. Everywhere else, with every step taken, feet were swallowed up and soaked through. And the real winter hadn’t even settled in yet.
“That’s right. ‘No.’ Perhaps now you can understand our need to get south of that bloody wall.”
¦ ╳ @wildmoored continued from here.
“And yet you stupidly betrayed you crows by coming to break bread with us.”
Wildlings, she had always heard they were monstrous, ugly things; but what Lana saw before her were only normal men and woman. Muddy feet and messy hair, ruined scarred hands she hardly looked highborn, her aunt and cousin looked more highborn the she did; she waved a bandage in front of his face.
“The only castle to me is castle black,” she told him, stubbornly, “and my business here is to patch up wounds.”
Everything he had learned and heard about southerners was true. They curled their hair and had jewels dripping form their ears and necks. Their gowns were always clean, and their fine furs draped over their shoulders. They rode upon fat horses and even decorated their armor. And above all, they all hated the Free Folk. It surprised him, however, that this girl before him did not look afraid.
“What wounds? I’m sure you’d rather see as much wildling blood soak into the snow as possible.”
“I would have to disagree. As much as there is darkness there is light, you just have to know when to look.”
“Good thing winter has settled upon us and the sun has abandoned us”
He retorted with a heavy dose of sarcasm laced within his words. He was not one for optimism, and nor did he like to hear it fall from the mouths of others.
Jon drew in a long breath and exhaled it just as slowly, willing himself not to give in to the teasing. “I’m not going to get lost. I know how it works.”
The grin upon his lips slowly faded as he concentrated on the baby crow’s face. The defensive tone laced in with his voice only brought a sudden realization to the front of his mind. His thick eyebrows raised slightly, and his voice subtly softened as he spoke again. This time, much more serious.
“You’ve never been inside of a woman.”
she had not been taught caution for no reason, && well does it come through in the way every muscle in her body tenses, as though this one —— && he looks much like a wildling should in he confines of her mind, for she has never once seen one —— might attack once he comes close enough. a swallow, to clear her throat && leave a grimace at her lips.
“ now you know i’m not. who are you? ”
He could visibly see her muscles underneath her skin tremble, and watching her armor tense up and freeze in place caused a single chuckle to leave his lips. The grimace upon her own mouth though as she addressed him was not something that humored him, and rather caused a deep wrinkle to form between his brow.
“Tormund. And I’m less of an enemy than you might think. As much as that pains me to say.”
Alys didn’t think she met this Munda, though wildlings were often garbed in huge furs that made them unrecognisable – they all looked rather similar to an untrained eye such as hers. But if Munda was the daughter of this man, then she could readily believe what he said of her.
In her mind’s eye, Alys imagined a beardless and slightly more feminine version of him being forced into a marriage she didn’t want. The image was so droll that she had to chuckle.
“So I’ve heard. It’s a common practice among wildling women to cut the throats of their husband if they were not wholly willing, no?” Alys heard the wildling woman Val ( the one many southrons called ‘princess,’ ignorantly ) plainly and boldly declaring that to the Lord Commander. “Though your customs leave much to be desired, I can’t deny that some of them have a certain appeal.”
“Aye. And Beyond The Wall, no one stops a woman from picking up a spear if she so desires. Everyone is free, and everyone is equal. And southerners say we’re the barbaric ones. Har!”
A deep and throaty chuckle left his throat that made his gut tremble. The irony of his words and the thoughts that most southerners held toward him and other free folk might make his blood boil, but at certain times, all he could do was laugh and mock their prejudice.
