no southron lady

independent + highly selective val the wildling

[lethalbronze-blog]

(let’s give this a try) starter call! 

[lethalbronze-blog]

i’ve just realized i have only posted one starter, so i’m about to set to work on those. finally.

[halfawolfarchive]

                             ‘ jon snow was not afraid of DEATH, but did not want to die like that, trussed and bound and beheaded like a common BRIGAND. If he must perish, let it be with a SWORD in his hand, FIGHTING his father’s killers. He was no true STARK , had never been one but he could die like one. Let them say Eddard Stark had fathered FOUR SONS and not three. ’   © 

[stannisbaratheon]

Instead he had chosen honour. A bastard’ s sort of honour.

[lethalbronze-blog]

                              LONELY & LOVELY & LETHAL

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

[nimueriesarchive]

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.

[lethalbronze-blog]

“I woke up from the same dream.”

wary & watchful eyes turn to the dragon queen, she who is fire and conquering, she who has flown on winged beasts, burned, taken. queens like that, they could take and take, queens sheltered by dragon wings. would she try to take the North? fly beyond Wall and wooded land to burn and take, to burn knees that would not bend? 

           “when i dream, it is ever winter.” 

snow that blinds and cold, cold, cold - - no fire, no sun, no dragons. empty cold, blind cold, the howling of wind and wolves and somewhere in the night a shadowcat’s cry. 

          “tell me - how will your dragons take to cold that does not end?”

[thelatin]

        “I do apologize if the Khan offended,” really he wasn’t, but           it was the polite thing to say as he fell in step with her. A          woman from a land far farther than him, he would at least           make the effort to reach out. “He is a good man, if given the          chance to show it.”

@lethalbronze II starter call

[lethalbronze-blog]

steps join hers, fall in, and she turns upon him a sharp-edged smile.”your khan did not offend me.” no princess she, sensibilities easily offended, no lady of any court. the one offense - to be knelt, forced - not enacted, and freely does she walk away. “good? and what does that mean, “a good man”? such words mean nothing until they are proven.” 

[volchitza]

She clenched her jaw to show him that she was not kind, would never be.

[lethalbronze-blog]

                              LONELY & LOVELY & LETHAL

[celt-miilo]

                    He hadn’t meant to disturb, but he had been following her – for her own safety he could easily claim, but it was to get away for a while, ❝ I have no plans of stealing you away, just stealing some time away, ❞ he said, not reaching for the knife of his own, instead resting on a large boulder, hands crossed before him as he said, elbows resting on his knees. 

                    Of course he knew who she was, he wouldn’t dare steal her away, even if he so desired, but he wondered what she was doing so far from everyone, so far from political schemes. The wildling princess, a beauty, he agreed on that, more regal features than any other woman he’d ever seen. There was no denying that, and she probably knew, was used to men ( maybe women too ) looking at her with nothing but desire in their eyes. So he looked away, instead to the stream, the day was bright, and the wind was less cold than on the other side of the Wall. ❝ I didn’t think you would be sneaking off. Maybe that’s your own business – and before you ask, no one sent me to watch you, but I couldn’t help following, out of curiosity. ❞

[lethalbronze-blog]

no threat in him - not yet, at least. stealing time just as she was, arms crossed and hands well away from weapon. his eyes on her, watching or examining or admiring, she knew not, nor cared. men’s eyes were free to look as they wished, ‘long as hands remained well away, as long as no threat spoke. 

a shrug of slender shoulder, she lifts her hands from the water and lets dancing droplets fall, one-two-three rejoining the larger flow. fingers pink from cold water, eyes bright, his eyes turned away - - she watched him now, curious, searching, calculating. he was not hard to look upon, she mused. dark curls, dark eyes. might he be used to women’s fawning? fluttering lashes, airy giggles as he passed? (he would find none such here). 

“i would not have asked. if you had been sent to watch me, you would have tried harder to avoid my notice.” she stepped away from the water, turning about to face the man upon the boulder. “i am more at home in the woods than in the walls and towers,” she said. “some find fear her - i know them too well for that.”

[theredheadwildling-deactivated2]

@lethalbronze

“I said I don’t wanna talk about.” Ygritte sharpened her arrow, refusing to look up at Val. She had been caught crying but thankfully, it was only Val. Since Jon Snow had betrayed her, Ygritte had shown nothing but anger. Things that normally annoyed her caused her to lash out. She should have just killed the damn Crow instead of injuring him. “Ya can sit there and stare at me all day but I ain’t sayin’ shit.” 

[lethalbronze-blog]

light eyes do not move, do not waver, hold fast instead. a fallen tree stump makes her seat - lithe limbs fold to rest. ice-still, snow-silent, even as the other’s voice flickers, sparks. “i asked nothing. yet your eyes speak for you, ygritte.” rare tears - - rare for many free folk, sight seldom seen, they speak what voice will not.

[damnbutcher]

☠ ➳ Black Sails; III.

send one for my muses reaction!

“You’re dripping blood across my floor.” “Whoever tied this bandage was either blind or drunk.” “I told her I would protect her. Did she not believe me?” “I must admit, given how long it’s taken to track him, I had wondered if it was a lost cause.” “I just, well, I was hoping to have you all to myself.” “Well, you all seem rather angry with me. Especially you.” “If I were to write it all down what’s to stop you from killing me right here?” “I have an extremely low tolerance for pain, I’ll say anything to make it stop.” “Well, that’s a few weeks from now, isn’t it? We might be friends by then.” “Wait, we’re moving ahead?” “As I said. You’ll have it.” “You. Come with me.” “I can’t help but notice that you don’t seem to like me very much. Do you mind if I ask why?” “I know this is difficult but I need you to trust me.” “Who the fuck are you kidding?” “Oh, they might save you from the gallows, but they won’t spare you their scorn.” “Think on that while you sit here and pretend that helping me isn’t the only choice you have.” “You know what I find hard to believe? We’ve been on land two days and you still haven’t gotten yourself laid. Now that’s a fucking mystery worth investigating.” “What’s this? You backing out?” “You make me climb those fucking stairs just to see you again and my first order of business will be tossing you and that poxy chair into the fucking ocean.” “Don’t be pleasant with me. I know why you’re here.” “Some risks nowadays, it’s more dangerous not to take ‘em.” “No matter how many lies we tell ourselves or no matter how many stories we convince ourselves we’re part of, we’re all just thieves awaiting a noose.” “After 50 years at sea you’re the only man I’ve ever met that’s gotten dumber with age.” “I want to live. Earning your trust seemed like a good start toward that end.” “He’s got no one left but the misfits. How dangerous can he be?” “That wasn’t a joke, was it?” “They need to yell every now and then. It’s good for their self-esteem.” “Do you really think I’d bring you something like this with just money to offer in return?” “Are you as surprised as I am that I’m the only one here behaving myself?” “What have we been doing here all day if you’re planning on pulling this shit?” “You do understand I had no choice. What you did, it required an answer.” “I’m afraid I’ve become a burden.” “True love shouldn’t require suffering, and you don’t have to take my word for it.” “You move, you die.” “We could have been free.” “He didn’t do this to me. You did.” “So, what now? You here to threaten me?” “To him, we’re all disposable.”

[breathtakingqueens]

Imogen Pootsfor ‘Frank and Lola’ portraits at the Sundance Film Festival (January 2016)

[lady-meera-reed]

“My lady, you do not have to do this. The risk—”

“—is mine, Lord Snow. And I am no southron lady but a woman of the free folk. I know the forest better than all your black-cloaked rangers. It holds no ghosts for me.” ― Jon VIII, A Dance with Dragons.

They are all convinced she is a princess. Val looked the part and rode as if she had been born on horseback. A warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her. ― Jon XI, A Dance with Dragons.

[lethalbronze-blog]

me: i love roleplaying

me: roleplaying is so fun

me: this is a fun time

me: takes 90 years to reply

[lethalbronze-blog]

(i said i was going to do more starters, but i am so tired and i have so much to do! tired pippa simply doesn’t write starters so well, and so they may have to wait)