Bastard of Winterfell

IND && SEL OLIRA SNOW

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Jaime slung his leg over the horse, groaning with pain. It lanced sharply up his thigh and into his groin, bad enough that he almost threw up. he clung to the reins, hoping against hope that he didn’t pass out.

“Don’t let me fall,” he said. “I don’t intend to be the first Lannister to die tumbling off a horse.”

He felt her climb on behind him and then spurred the horse onward.

The blizzard was intense and thick, and with the trees in every direction it quickly became apparent that finding the wall was all but impossible. There were no landmarks he could navigate by, and visibility was so poor. 

He turned a corner only to find himself back at the shelter again.

“We need to wait for a break in the weather,” he shouted. Trying to hide just how worried he was. 

there was no way for them to see which way they were facing, and she sighed a little as she chewed on her bottom lip. “the wind hasn’t broken in hours, who knows when it will again,” she told him as she yelled over the wind, her heart pounding in her chest she felt like this might be it. would they die out here? this is what she’d signed up for wasn’t it?  “We’ll take shelter in the trees, they block the wind with all the branches and we’ll be able to take shelter there,” she told him as her eyes darted around, she tightened the fabric around her face so only a sliver of skin showed so she could see.  “Unless you’ve a better idea?”

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Jaime pulled himself unsteadily to his feet. The shelter span briefly, but soon righted itself after a few deep breaths. He pulled on his shirt and breeches, lacing them with hands that trembled from the cold. Then he found his jacket. Shrugged it on. 

“Where’s my cloak?” he asked Olira. Then he noticed she’d used it for an extra blanket while she tended him. It was a good idea.

“We need to get back to the Wall,” he said. “We can’t wait here any longer. If the horses die … well, we’re fucked.”

She looked pale and thin, he noticed. Had she eaten anything herself, or had she just expended all her efforts in keeping him alive?

“Are you well, Olira?” he asked. “You weren’t injured yourself, were you?”

olira sighed a little and nodded, “I’m fine,”she said to him as she stood and began to pack up their things, at least the important ones.  the trip hadn’t been what they had wanted, in fact she was positive the only good thing she’d done was keeping him alive for the two days he was out of it. she pulled her hood up and looked at him, “lets go them I’m sure the horse is tired, and if there wasn’t a storm they might have come for us; i can only hope my horse made it back.” it’d been a too quiet two days, she had been worried her would die; then what? her heart was hammering in her chest as she fed the horse the remaining bits of the vegetables that were going bad and several handfuls of oats hopefully to pull it through the long ride. she stroked its face them looked at him, “i’ll mount behind you, you get on first,” she told him.

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“it’s bloody cold up here.”

random meme | accepting | @houndclegane“ that it is,” she whispered as she pulled her cloak tighter around her small frame, she should have grabbed her thicker one from her trunk but it was naught but a dream now. walking back would waste time, “do you dream of the south, clegane? is this enough to wish for the warmth there?” she asked him knowing he’d served most of his life under the lannisters - she couldn’t stand the thought of the south; even with the bitter cold biting at her cheeks and nose.

“i think i wish for dorne,” she laughed humorlessly. 

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in the end nothing mattered, they were all ghosts to her; more so than the soul that sat nestle safely inside her own body. with her eyes cast over the never ending north, the wall provided her with a view not many would ever dream of causing her heart to ache. it was there she realized just how small she was... how utterly insignificant. i will die she whispered knowingly as she let out a deep exhale but not today.

                                               IND OC of the Game of Thrones

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He woke up with a start some hours later, shouting something that might have been Cersei’s name, or might have just been a shout.

Olira was there, right next to him, close enough to feel her body heat.

He was sweating, too - the effects of the poison he suspected, but he felt much clearer, and the pain had abated substantially.

“How long was I out?” he asked. It could have been hours or days, he had no clue.

He peeled back the blankets to look at his wound, peeling back the gauze she had wrapped about his leg.

“Your stitches are very delicate, my Lady,” he said with wonder. “Have you thought of training as a maester? I suspect you would do well.”

“You’ve been out for almost two days,  I managed to get you to eat some broth and drink some water here, and there,” she told him honestly as she folding her hands in her lap. The storm hasn’t let up, I feel like it grows stronger and we’re running out of wood,”  olira tried not to let the worry get to her, but it seeped into her voice nevertheless. she looked at the fire that was fine for the time being but she needed more wood - she’d have to go out there and get some, the wood wouldn’t be wet without cold it was the snow would have no time to melt. not in this kind of weather.

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olira; everyone is having babies me; so? olira; i want a baby me: *snorts* you have to you know.. ship with someone to do that olira: oh yeah

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a small smile curved her lips as she looked at him, “of course, we enjoy warm things since the fires of our hearths are some of the only things keeping us alive when winter comes,” she told him honestly but her cheeks burnt pink from the wind and she wished she could be warmer. 

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Sexual tension sentence starters

as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall. part two ( x ) and more angry ones ( x )

Angry

“Make me.”

“I dare you.”

“Bite me.”

“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”

“Wanna bet?”

“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”

“Prove it.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”

“Oh, well fuck me, then.”

“Shut up!”

“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”

Flirty

“I wish we weren’t out in public…”

“Wow, you’re really strong.”

“Wanna go for a ride?”

“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”

“Ah, I think I need a new bed.”

“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”

“You have really nice fingers…”

“Are we going downtown?”

“You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”

“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”

“What do you wear to bed?”

Awkward

“Do you have to eat it like that?”

“Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”

“Hey, stop biting your lip…”

“Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

“Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”

“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”

“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”

“I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”

“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”

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There’s so many different things that go through her mind at her confession. Mostly because it makes sense, twins are connected aren’t they? But also, what did that mean for her? That she, just like Jon, had been brought back to life by the lord of light? What did that mean for their family? “I guess it’s a familial trait that we all have to suffer stab wounds?” she said, but also she stopped as she looked down, “You need to tell him”

telling her twin anything that went with being hurt never went well, he nearly killed theon when they were kids because he shoved her in the mud - she’d broken her finger that day. course they had been rough housing, but jon hadn’t seen that much only his sister being shoved to the ground while theon looked on too happily as she gasped then cried out in pain. “I don’t think thats a good idea, arya,” she murmured as she chewed on the inside of her cheek.  the world was scary, and she’d always known this but the fact that she was brought back from the dead after dying due to her brother’s injuries? it didn’t sit right with her, would he die if she did? her life now was more important to her than anything; for so long as jon lived she would be happy.

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" when they stabbed jon... i don't know how it happened, but i died too . then as he lived so did i," confusion was the only thing the plagued her, she'd been in a completely different place beyond the wall when it'd happened making peace with the freefolk. while she lay asleep on her furs she let out a cry of pain feeling as if a blade melted through her skin, and gods she'd felt cold, " i haven't told him..."

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He sucked gratefully on the wineskin - he began to wonder if the dagger was poisoned in some way. He’d never felt this strange after an injury of any kind. He felt sick, lightheaded, and the wound itself throbbed with fire.

“You need to clean it out,” he told her. Starting to shudder. “Boiling wine. Thank the gods it didn’t go in too deep, but I think that dagger was poisoned.” He collapsed back on the bedroll and the shadows came clutching for him. Faces danced before his eyes - the Mad King, his father, Robert Baratheon, Ned Stark … and Cersei. He called her name in a fit of fever - a plaintive cry of love and loss. He could see her as clearly as he could see Olira, standing above him naked as their nameday, her golden hair loose and beautiful.  Oh, she was so beautiful.

He grabbed out wildly, catching Olira’s hand. “Cersei,” he groaned. “Don’t leave me. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

olira did the only thing she could think of and held his hand tightly in her own, “you’ll be fine, Jaime, sleep now,” she whispered as she moved to clean the wound with the hot wine then began to work with the needle and thick thread, stitching the long wound back together knowing that if she didn’t he would surely die.  olira had been quite handy at stitching things, in fact, she found herself among some of the best when she was in winterfell. when she’d worked with the maester to stay out of lady starks way she’d done amazing stitches on robb once or twice when he’d managed to hurt himself - he didn’t even scar.  when she cut the thread with her knife to placed a gauce over it then wrapped it so it stayed put. He’d be fine... he had to. 

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Arranged Marriage Starters

You have a daughter, I have a son. Let us make this alliance official.

This war could be ended with your daughter's hand.

It's either marriage or war.

They need to be married off as soon as possible, we can't have them bear more traitors behind our backs.

She is a princess! That's what she was born for!

I am not some broodmare! I will not simply be sold to the highest bidder!

You are my child, you will marry whomever I choose for you!

You are my subject, you will marry whomever I choose for you!

I would rather walk into my grave than to the altar with him.

You will marry him and if I have to drag you down the aisle, I will!

If you want me to marry him, you will have to drag me down the aisle yourself!

Once he saw your painting, he insisted upon marriage.

I have been awaiting this day ever since I lay eyes upon your portrait.

When I first heard about the arrangement I was furious, but now that I finally lay eyes upon you...

I know we both did not want this, but maybe we can learn to love one another.

They might have agreed to this, but I know how I will get out of this engagement.

There is a long way between an agreement and altar.

Just because we are promised to each other, does not mean that we will be friends.

To be quite frank, I would have preferred war over marring that fool.

If they truly force me to marry him, I promise you, there will be a wedding one day and the next a funeral.

They might have the power to give you my hand, you will never have my heart.

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They should ride back - they really should ride back for the wall, but the pain and shock were setting in, and the exhaustion from the fight. The light was fading fast now and they were several hours from Castle Black.

Thankfully, Olira was a true Northwoman. She went immediately into action, and he crawled gratefully into the shelter. 

His leg was on fire. He’d been stabbed before of course - training accidents, battle, even once by one of his Black Brothers after Jaime had sassed him one too many times while the man was in his cups. It had never felt like this.

He wrapped himself in furs, struggling to keep the cold at bay, desperately worried he was going to go into shock.

“I have to get this out,” he panted. “Do you have the skills to clean and sew it if I pass out?”

Olira nodded,”Yes, I’m more than proficent,” she said to him, “Just sit here, “ she said touching his arm lightly as she moved one of the bedrolls so he could lean on it. “You’re in good hands, it’s not too bad,” she hoped he believed her - while she knew how to sew and clean the wound. Olira didnt have a clear idea of how bad it was.  “You’ll live,” she told him as she felt the winds kick up outside, lucky for them they werre about four feet under snow and there was no way their roof would cave in before it melted and iced over again. “Relax, close your eyes,” she said to him as she set up her kit and haned him the wineskin. “Big drink,”

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」🇨​🇴​🇳​🇹​🇮​🇳​🇺​🇪​🇩​ 🇦​🇸​🇰​ 🇫​🇷​🇴​🇲​ 🇭​🇪​🇷​🇪​「 @thornedthoughts “Slave to our secrets, sounds like the truth if I’ve ever heard it.” Olira felt like she’d been hiding in the dark her entire life, a whirl wind of being ignored or treated as the bastard she always knew she was. Now, though it felt as if she could be free - but there was something itchy to grab her ankle and drag her back into the rip tide, it threatened to keep her there if she so wished it. and sometimes she did. It seemed far easier to let her breath stop in her chest than to encourage herself to have dreams of a life that was never meant for her.  Olira looked at Margaery, “Sansa is lucky to have you here for her, I’ve done all I can but the Northerners don’t trust me as much as they do her and soon It’ll be like it always was before,” even after winning the battle of the bastards she knew that they’d want a Stark to seat Winterfell which is why she’d won it back in the first place, “I just wish I knew what my place was here,”