✉’; ‘♥’ (for Jojen, Bran, Myr, Dany) ;‘♡’ ; HC words: blue, pine, canoe. Drabble words: boat, build, together, alone; ‘♪’ ‘Ω Crush? Confess? Fetish? ☹ "Osha has passed away." "Howland has passed away". ★ ☆♛✖ "Myr or Osha?"
‘✉’ for an unsent letter from my character to yours.
Dear Jojen,
We miss you here in Winter Fell… and you know i can’t stop worry unlessn unless i can keep an eye on you…
‘♥’ and a name, and I’ll kiss them.
Jojen
Meera held him in her arms, waiting for the seizures to pass. When her brother’s body finally relaxed she brushed back some sweaty locks from his face, and kissed his forehead. “Hush, Jojen. The fever will pass. Justr rest.” she said, squeezing him slightly, though she didn’t know if she was trying to reassure him, or herself.
Bran
The girl smiled and leaned forward, kissing Bran’s cheek. “Just tell him. - she said, covering his hand with her - I’m sure he feels the same.”
Myrcella
"So… it’s like… You tilt your head to the side and open your mouth a little, right?" Meera frowned, before pressing their lips together. She pulled back after two seconds straight, looking at the younger girl with a shocked smile. “Whoa! Was that your tongue?!”
Dany
Meera moved her wife’s silver locks on one side of her neck, and hugged her from behind. “How was your day?” she asked, placing a kiss on her shoulder.
‘♡’ and my character(s) will cuddle yours!
"Move." Meera said, nudging her brother with her foot. The boy shifted slightly under the furs, making some space for her. His sister snuggled close to him. "Now sleep." she ordered once again, breathing in what little scent of home was still stuck on Jojen’s hair.
a word and I’ll write a headcanon based on it.
Blue
Whenever she feels blue, Meera would just take her knife and go carve some woods in some hidden place in the swamp. Her father was the only one who could always found her.
Pine
They took some some snow and pine needles and boiled it together. They did it every night and drank it like tea before trying to sleep a little bit. It made them feel better, Meera thought. Something normal in world gone crazy.
Canoe
Paddling a canoe came natural to most inhabitants of the bog. The Reeds were no different, even they’re mother could do that.
‘♪’ and I’ll put my playlist on shuffle to tell you our song.
Amy McDonald - Where you gonna sleep tonight
‘Ω’ and I’ll tell you what my character(s) thinks of yours.
Meera smiled and hugged him once more. “You’re my brother and my bestfriend, you know that, don’t you. - she told him - Now stop fussing and go get the boy!”
prompts or drabble ideas!
Boat
Meera and Jojen looked up at the boat. The ship, really. It was uge and painted on the side. Its figurehead was maid with naked breasts and green hair. The Merman’s Daughter, it was called.
As they climbed climbed the footbridge to get on board, the Reeds didn’t know the same boat would later carry green dye, for Lord Manderly’s brave niece.
Build.
She had built that bow with her own hands. Each of its arrows too. Her father, Howland Reed, had taught her how, and had been proud of his little huntress the first time she killed a prey with it.
Now her bow could make the difference between life and death for the three of them.
Together
Their march was slow in the thick fresh snow. Coldhands was leading them, but Meera didn’t trusted him. He was dead, and she had told so to the boys, but Jojen insisted the Three-eyed-crow was the one who sent him.
She didn’t like him anyway, but that was not the time to question her brother’s judgement. Now more than ever, they needed to stick together.
Alone
Meera never felt alone while hunting. It was her, and her prey, and everything around her. It was the trees, the water and the snow. It was her heart, and the arrow, and the spear.
How could she feel alone, while everything was holding its breath?
‘Crush?’ for any romantic interest my character(s) might have for someone.
"Yeah, allright… - she blushed fiercely, glaring at Jojen - Osha’s kinda hot. At least, when she stop complaing about how i do stuff.
‘Confess?’ and my character(s) will have to confess something to yours. (whether it be feelings, opinions, a secret — whatever; feel free to specify)
"I never told you that, - Meera sighed, bumping her shoulder with her brother’s - but i’m actually glad i don’t have to deal with those green dreams. It sounds scary…"
‘Fetish?’ for one thing that is sexually appealing to my character(s).
Uhm… Biting? Could totally see Meera biting and scratching >.>
☹ for a turn-off
She has zero tollerance for abuses. Being it mental, or phisical.
“[name]…has passed away” for my character’(s’) reaction.
"Osha has passed away."
Meera stared at her brother as she felt her eyes getting moist. She sniffed and wiped the tears away. “What about Rickon? - she asked, swallowing hard. Crying will have to wait. - Did you see him too in your dreams?”
"Howland has passed away"
The young huntress frozed. “What? How? - her voice cracked painfully, disbelief quickly turning in grief - …but he was fine when we left! Tell them, Jojen! He can’t be dead, he’s our father!”
★ for an IC fact, or ☆ for an OOC fact
Meera sometimes feels lonely. Jojen and Bran being all lovey-dovey don’t exactly help.
// The mun met a girl last night. Let’s just say she was nice, and single, and wanted to take me out. Yeah, i’m bragging about it.
Give my character a difficult decision: "Myr or Osha?"
Meera bit her bottom lip thoughtfully. She wished she could have spent more time with Osha… but Cella was her bestfriend, maybe even more than that. “Cella.” she said, but wasn’t happy to have to make this choice.
♛ and I’ll summarize our muses’ relationship with a gif.
✖ and I will give you a fear that my character has in dealing with yours
Jojen always seems to have everything figured out already. That’s why Meera sometimes feel unsure of what she want (she actually doesn’t have a clue), and prefers to follow him - or Bran - and, rather than try finding her own path.he
