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❝ ---- Want, my lord? ❞
{ A great M A N Y things -- }
❝ ---- I'm quite content. W h y , might there be something you desire? ❞
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❝Is there something you want?❞
❝ ---- Want, my lord? ❞
{ A great M A N Y things -- }
❝ ---- I'm quite content. W h y , might there be something you desire? ❞
"He wanted to reach her, to break through the armor of her courtesy."
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.
Kurt Vonnegut (via lupusvenum)
Being both soft and strong is a combination very few have mastered.
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This line speaks to me
”The little bird thinks she can go wandering about alone, does she?” Mocked the man, his stature turning from the kitchen staff he had been harassing. The man disappeared after giving Sansa a hesitant glance and the Clegane did not waver his hard stare, his body pulled stiff and tall.
”What will Joffrey think of that. Come, little bird. To your chambers you go.”
A feeling of sympathy clasps at her, tugging gently at her gaze as she follows the flight of the man. Even now, after the harsh blows of truth the world had continuously thrust upon her, she questioned what had warranted his treatment. For the way of the world was cruel yet still she could not accept it. & So she moved, meeting his hard stare with one of gentle r e p r i m a n d .
❝ Your concern is most appreciated, truly, but sleep refuses to take me tonight. I hoped a walk might clear my head ------ Might you allow me a few moments more?❞
"No worries, my lady." I doubt you understand what is going on anyway."Ser Loras and I were simply…praying." he smiled "Did you want something?"
❝ Your piety is sweet to see, though other aspects might be better covered if it please you.❞
{ Modesty brought her eyes to close form twisting away with the blow of a glimpse taken - cheeks dusting pink in the attempt at composure.
------ What were they d o i n g ? Was this some queer form of southern worship? She made note to ask her f a t h e r . }
❝ I only came seeking fresh air, ------ & company, my lord.❞
❝ ---- Please, pardon me, I hadn't meant to intrude.❞
“I wish I could extend the same upon you, but I’m afraid King’s Landing had hold of you long before I could do anything about it. The Lannisters have marred my poor dear sister, and all I can do is to reflect on what I c o u l d have done.”
❝ You did all you could. I know that. I know that. But vows chain you, b r o t h e r ------ ------------ as do titles & both had us secured.❞
{ b r o t h e r or b a s t a r d ? }
[ they weren't so different; she could see that now. now that she was one h e r s e l f . ]
❝But is marred truly how you see me? Have I been corrupted in your eyes? ---- Are you going to turn me away? ❞
"Layers" Character Meme
LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Sansa Stark
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Style/Color: Auburn
Height: 5’8
Clothing Style: Pretty, light dress designs.
Best Physical Feature: Eyes.
LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Fears: Losing herself; Never seeing her family again; Being at fault.
Guilty Pleasure: Lemon cakes.
Biggest Pet Peeve: Rudeness
Ambition for the Future: To make amends.
LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
First Thoughts Waking Up: That she wishes her dreams would never end.
What They Think About the Most: Her family.
What They Think About Before Bed: How tired she is.
What They Think Their Best Quality Is: Her hair; Her claim.
LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?
Single or Group Dates: Single.
To be Loved or Respected: Loved.
Beauty or Brains: Both.
Dogs or Cats: Dogs.
LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
Lie: Yes.
Believe in Yourself: Yes.
Believe in Love: ------ Yes.
Want Someone: Yes.
LAYER SIX: EVER?
Been on Stage: Yes.
Done Drugs: No
Changed Who You Were to Fit In: Yes.
LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES
Favorite Color: Blue.
Favorite Animal: Dire-wolves.
Favorite Movie: ?.
Favorite Game: --
LAYER EIGHT: AGE
Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: July 17th.
How Old Will You Be: 16
Age You Lost Your Virginity: N/A
Does Age Matter: Yes.
LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL
Best Personality: Kindness.
Best Eye Color: Blue.
Best Hair Color: Any, though preferably not blond.
Best thing to do With a Partner: Strolling.
LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE
I love: my king; my husband; my father.
I feel: Fine, my lord.
I hide: Nothing,my lord.
I miss: --
I wish: that I could go h o m e .
— - “Sweet Sansa, your words are too kind. I am overjoyed to see you here. I’m afraid that we have had precious little time together recently.”
❝ — Yet for good reason. You're to marry the KING. Understandably, your time must be w e l l s p e n t . ❞
Littlelionjoffrey’s 400+ Follow Forever
Or, rather, the transition from: Now there’s a talented writer. To: Wait, a l l of these are following me?
Welcome to the destination of insanity. It appears a number of you may have wandered along the way to get here, but having ultimately situated yourself in a seat to stay, I assume you’re satisfied with the world I’ve created for us. It’s rather difficult for me to explain what I am placing into this appreciation, for this is the first time in a little over ten months that I have thrown one of these together. Why the wait, you ask? Well, in case you have never been aware of this, you are a rather complex person to describe. All of you, and in the best of ways. I may never have put forth the invitation to casually play around, but I pay my attention to those who have stuck with me over my lengthily hiatuses. As most of you whom allowed me the chance of interaction are familiarized with, I remain an infamous roleplay partner known best for my time away. In truth, out of the ten months I have been around, stating I have been active for three of them is a stretch. Hence, my gratitude towards the growing number of you who regard my written portrayal as justice for George’s character, a very difficult task to take on, continues to radiate amongst my inclination to click a Like on your posts, threads or otherwise, and perhaps a snippet of anonymous encouragement to get a few of you through the day. We have all been in a place of ridicule, as I like to put it, which is why I sincerely found it necessary to regard those who I wholeheartedly admire, and deserve my thanks. Though I have lost a few hundred of you over the months, may I present to you the abundance of perfection I continually praise over my experience in this community.
「 ✖ 」━━ S m a l l C o u n c i l ;;
Words cannot express these beloved few in my written adventures. We may not have spoken, and you may not have taken notice of my fancying your work, but I highly regard your devotion, and admire your talents. Inspiration is key to both acting a character, and writing a character.
You did not choose your muse, it chose you.
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「 ✖ 」━━ B a e l o r ;;
No matter my love for those who I have met, I have known the loss of some exceptional muses, and delightful muns. The following is a set of users who I would trade my blackened heart for if it meant to speak with them again.
I have had the pleasure of finding you again.
aryawolfgirlstark, caligo-maleficent, lion-of-casterlyrock, margaery-the-rose, starkinglysansa, the-tyrell-rose, thestaglannister, triskelespirals.
「 ✖ 」━━ R e i g n ;;
The grace of another handful whom will never leave my word of praise. My, have I seen the lot of you grow, not to mention the n u m b e r of you. Ten months these eyes have witnessed, and I couldn’t be more proud of the writers in this fandom, and all the others who have found their way into my—— well, my destination of insanity, if you recall. Please, if you would, take a moment to appoint this list with the esteem they deserve.
acrownedrose, alienii, aloneinmycage, andbymyoath, annebolxyn, artfulprecision, aryakiddingme, assilat-vojjor, auctoritates, awildnessinher, beetsandkings, beggarking, boundforthenorth, burnscar, corleaena, darkinherheart, dornishdragon, dragxnstone, dualcorruption, dwarvenmonster, facelessxstark, flxyedbxnner, goldeneyesofcamelot, greywindking, hardertotame, heiressofdorne, herunfailingkindness, highgardenharridan, honourguard, incissam, iwillnotcringe, knightwithoutbanner, lannisters-finest, learnedskill, likemyladymother, lionessoflannister, littlewinterdove, lxttlewxlf, nolongerporcelain, notstark, ofcursedblood, onlyabastard, riardaiodh, rxbb, rxdviper, rxggedy, rxsenqueen, sapphiremaiden, shaeisdabest, sheisxscotland, smokinshield, soeuratous, sovereignstark, thefacelesswolf, thelionwithmind, thepeachking, theroaringimp, thesellsword, thestrxnger, thetasteofinnocence, theunburntsilverqueen, tywinlannstr, verderbt, visagedelamort, walks-in-another-world, whoresnboars, xjoffreya, xmhysa, xregicide, xrightfulking
As a final note, I give thanks to silkssongsandchivalry and maimedlion for their contribution in assisting me on the task of putting this together. And, of course, if you find that your name is not on these lists, that is no doubt a mistake on your King’s behalf.
" Thank you. "
“Oh, I think that Lord Tyrion is quite a large man,” Maester Aemon said from the far end of the table. He spoke softly, yet the high officers of the Night’s Watch all fell quiet, the better to hear what the ancient had to say. “I think he is a giant come among us, here at the end of the world.” Tyrion answered gently, “I’ve been called many things, my lord, but giant is seldom one of them.” “Nonetheless,” Maester Aemon said as his clouded, milk-white eyes moved to Tyrion’s face, “I think it is true.” For once, Tyrion Lannister found himself at a loss for words. He could only bow his head politely and say, “You are too kind, Maester Aemon.”
❝ -- My Lady, truly, no bride could look more beautiful. It's almost as though the day does little to daunt you.❞
{ persistance is key }
————pausing mid pour. The arbor liquid came half way as his ears perked at the mention of Lysa. Sweet little Lysa. Befallen by the misfortune of her hindering jealousy and her need to possess. Would Alayne truly understand the woman’s madness? Would she see the trouble it would’ve caused if her Aunt were spared. Lord Petyr held no regrets for what he had done, pitied the woman perhaps. But all was done for the good of their plans. Their. Plans.
“What of it, sweet child of mine?"
Came the smooth tone that he usually used to mask his distaste of a certain subject. Placing the pitcher down his ringed fingers wrapped around the goblet’s lips and he moved. Elegantly back towards the hearth for warmth, the chill seemed to have laced itself up his pant legs and boots.
“A grim death for a woman who knew nothing but madness and things that never were. You’ll do well to remember her for simply allowing you into the Eyrie. Eating her food, wearing her clothes.” At that, the Lord brought the cup to his lips ushering her to sit before the fine plush chairs that sat before the fire, before him. “————you’ll remember her as your mother’s sister. Nothing more." With tone lowered and masked with a widowers grief, the small tug at the corners of his lips gave away the misplaced emotions that played across his face. Mussing over the lapse of the mask, he brought the cup back up again.
————— & Perhaps awe should not be the first emotion to entwine between the curves of her ribs. Perhaps it should not settle so heavily on her heart, nor so insistently on her mind, yet it does so all the same. Was this all but a game to him? The question was kept pointed on her tongue, a lady's grace softening the edges into a more simple, curious subtlety. If so, she might say that her Lord Father played it mightily well. Impressive, she thought. & Dangerous. How sad, that must be, how lonely.
The need to quieten the storm in her heart simmered, embers flashing in resignation before they resigned themselves behind the curtain of her lashes. She had little love for her aunt, only a need to love, a want to love. A duty to love. If truth be told, she thought love to be a duty all should strive to uphold. Yet the unrest in the land was truth enough that love was a song few had cause to sing of. A tune left rusted on their lips. A hope left buried in their lungs. How sad, that was, how lonely.
❝I know you speak the truth of it.❞
Her eyes do not lower, Tully blue defiant, Winter gaze insistent. A blink is but a gentle snowfall to her now, each turn of her iris a soft sweep of wind. She is a bastard now. But her grace is no less present. An unfortunate mannerism.
❝ It would be best to place the matter from my mind. Dwelling upon it does little to help, though your words comfort me greatly.❞
& Perhaps, at that, she attempts a smile.
❝------------Thank you.❞
The soul does not give itself up to despair until it has exhausted all illusions.
Les Misérables, Victor Hugo (via jaimelannister)