#dark! jonsa

[saint-hatice]

fic: strike hard and true, crow (or i’ll come back and haunt you)

Death has come to bend the knee.

chapter six

The ludicrous impropriety of it, is sweeter than spilling blood in the heart of a sept, of bodies twisted at the base of a heart tree. A wild and cowardly courage that makes him beastly, that reminds him of his beastliness. His very existence blasphemy, his nearness sin.

I deny you.

chapter one - chapter six

[disneyprincessbuffyannesummers]

Face Down

Bubbling with rage. Jon stomped toward the other bastard. He blocked Ramsay’s arrow’s with his wooden shield. And then pinned Ramsay to the ground.

Sansa looked at them, remembering her first beating.

‘Kill him!’ She growled. He’d never seen Sansa this angry.

‘So, why are gonna do kill—,’ He punched Ramsay in the face, ‘and yes,’ Ramsay had awoken the dragon. Well, the wolf-dragon hybrid.

‘So how are you gonna do it?’

‘Follow me,’ Jon said grabbing the back of Ramsay’s neck. ‘Brienne fetch me a block,’ She nodded. She can back a few minutes later. ‘Anything you wanna do before you die?’ asked Tormund. He saw Sansa drinking from a skin of wine, and he punched. She fell to the ground, ‘I love you Sansa Bolton,’ He said, with a genuine smile, ‘I love you too,’ She said, not genuine. She spit out a tooth, it was one of her wisdom teeth. ‘Are you hurt?’

‘No, I’ve had a enough,’ she yelled pushing Ramsay onto the block. ‘Jon fetch me an axe,’ Jon gave her one. ‘Goodbye Bolton,’ After he was dead she kept hacking at his body to the point Jon had to stop her and she was crying. ‘You’re gonna be okay,’

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