* WINTERFELL'S DAUGHTER !

independent sansa stark.

[ivoryforged]

          “     i’ve  lived  with  cersei.     i  know  how  her  mind  works.     “     it  seems  decades  ago,   and  yesterday  all  the  same   -----   king’s  landing  a  gilded  cage  behind  her,   and  yet  still  she  wakes  dreaming  of  escape   ;   as  if  she’d  never  left  at  all,   as  if  it  weren’t  her  past  but  her  present,   until  the  sleep  fades  and  her  home  surrounds  her  again.   home.   after  so  long.   she  won’t  lose  it  again,   not  so  long  as  she’s  living,   and  robb   -----   her  eyes  never  leave  him,   and  a  hint  of  desperation,   ever  soft,   will  plague  her  tone.   he  has  to  understand   -----   he  must.     “     if  you’re  her  enemy,   she  won’t  stop  until  you’re  dead   -----   or  worse.     “

@kingwolves !

[hermiione]

[ivoryforged]

          “     your  armor  is     ----------     “     a  lady  always  remembers  her  courtesies   ;   and  she  is  a  lady,   if  nothing  else,   a  little  dove,   just  like  the  queen  says   ;   but  she’s  never  seen  a  man  so  tall,   nor  armor  so  ornate.   it  near  takes  her  breath  away,   frightens  her,   almost,   but  still  she  will  smile,   ever  a  picture  of  grace   -----   or  she  so  hopes.     “     splendid,   ser,   truly.     “

@lionsoathes !

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          “     you’re  rather  good  at  that,   i  suppose.     “     she’ll  admit,   finally   -----   stepping  forward,   smallest  hint  of  a  smile  ‘pon  rosy  lips.   she’s  strange,   yes   ;   perhaps  even  stranger  than  before,   but  nonetheless   -----   her  sister.   she’s  made  the  mistake  of  hating  her  before,   though  never  truly  hating  her  at  all   ;   she  won’t  make  it  twice.     “     did  you  learn  with  those   -----   faceless men??     “

@wolfgiirl !

[ivoryforged]

          “     theon     ----------     “     and  there  he  stands   ;   he  looks  different,   she  thinks,   better  than  the  last  she  saw  of  him   -----   broken,   only  shards  of  his  former  self  remaining,   pieces  too  torn  to  discern.   reek.   now   -----   now,   she  crosses  the  courtyard,   steps  quick,   until  she  can  place  her  arms  around  him,   gentle,   for  without  him,   she’d  be  nothing  but  dead,   or  worse   -----   there’s  always  worse.     “     he’s  dead,   ramsay’s  dead.     “     gone,   dead,   all  memory  of  you  will  disappear     ----------     and  then   ;     “     i’m  here  because  of  you.     “

@stilliron !

[ivoryforged]

          “     winterfell  is  as  much  your  home  as  it  is  mine  or  jon’s,     “     voice  sure,   and  steady,   but  a  pause,   quiet   -----   they’d  been  children  once,   in  the  safety  of  its  walls,   stealing  lemoncakes  and  comparing  needleworks,   minds  full  of  songs  and  stories  of  love and  valor,   before  they’d  found  life  so  often  cruel,   and  terrible   ;   wrought  with  death  and  sorrow.     ----------     but  a  hand  will  come  forward,   and  clutch  onto  hers  as  it  might  have  when  they  were  young,   fingers intertwined,   blue  eyes,   tully  blue,   on  brown.     “     we’ll  take  it  back  from  the  boltons.   our  home.   together.     “

@wolfshroud !

[ivoryforged]

hit the   ❤   for a starter from ur salsa queen!!!

[ivoryforged]

the snow drifted down and down,   all in ghostly silence,   and lay thick and unbroken on the ground.   it was a place of whites and blacks and greys.   white towers and white snow and white statues,   black shadows and black trees,   the dark grey sky above.   a pure world,   sansa thought.   i do not belong here.   yet she stepped out all the same.          ⸻⸻⸻          ind.   priv.   sel.   /   as written by meg.