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She sits in silence beside him, knees tucked close against her chest with her arms wrapped around them. It is unusual for her to be afraid when she travels. It has become such a normal occurrence that it’s practically second nature. One moment she is back home reading a book or living her normal, everyday life and the next she’s somewhere else. But this time was different. This time she could sense the danger before it happened and this was the first time she’d appeared in front of someone.

Dark hues turn to look towards him. They linger for a moment before she opens her mouth to speak. ❛ I know it doesn’t make sense and I can’t even really explain it. It just ---- sort of happens. ❜

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SHE’S SPRINTING DOWN A NEVER-ENDING STRETCH OF ROAD. and though she prefers the company of anyone other than gally -- she ain’t got no reason not to trust him - not like the boys did. she’s labeled in their clothing ; decked out in black that cascaded from head to toe - a mask illuminating her features as one of their own. though, if ya’ look closely enough.. you can see the soft trails of blonde peeking out the back. her feet feel heavy with each panicked step - around corners, joltin’ into alleyways. there’s a moment of silence ; and thomas is setting the bait. she’s ‘round here somewhere.. they just had to see it out. they’re waitin’ back where it’s quiet - and sarah’s got a bad feelin’ in the pit of her stomach. it’s not until she notices the other, slight slouched, does she step forward. she lifts the mask up, only to let blazing baby blues take in his features. ❝ — what’s wrong? ❞ the familiar tone of voice worries her, it cuts through the air like a sharpened knife. her heart may be beatin’ a mile a minute ; but she can tell there’s something else not right here. ❝ look.. newt - don’t fuckin’ lie to me, okay? don’t lie - i can’t lose you too. not here. ❞

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“it’s just a cut, really.”

❝ it doesn’t look like a cut. ❞ his words don’t stop her from picking up the ointment, herbs, and bandages the maester left. she wasn’t even going to mention the fact that newt had nearly COLLAPSED when he’d entered the great hall; if he wanted to pretend he was alright then he could while sansa treated the wound so he didn’t lose more blood than he already had. newt didn’t get to disappear for moons, leaving her worried when he didn’t even have the decency to write her at least once, only to DIE in front of her. but that was her being silly. the wound wasn’t that bad; it was simply the mixture of c o n c e r n and anger that was running through her veins that made her worry so. not that she would tell him that.

he had made his CHOICE when he’d left, and sansa’s walls had rebuilt themselves in his absence. the feelings lingered still - even after all this time her heart was not as wise as her head, but she had learned to keep her true feelings HIDDEN well. as a captive it had been necessary for her survival. as a queen it was needed at times for her to make the right decisions for her people. in moments like this, she needed the skill to protect herself from further heartache. sitting down next to newt, sansa began applying ointment to his wounded arm. ❝ just hold still. even a simple cut on the arm can get i n f e c t e d. ❞

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#deathpleaded #╰ ❄ ‘ ic answer ⁞ repeating the words they taught me ’#╰ ❄ ‘ verse ⁞ winter’s crown sits upon tresses of fire ’

“sorry, i’m so nervous.” ( audrey )

His fingertips delicately play a game of connect the dots against the freckles that decorate her pale skin. The words are spoken softly into her ear and his breath sends a chill rushing down her spine. It’s as though everything around them has fallen to the shadows and they are only surrounded by the darkness of time coming to a complete halt. All of the chaos that takes over their daily life seems like some distant memory. And for that, Audrey is thankful. For tonight, it’s just her and Newt.

But this was selfish of her; knowing what she knew and yet she didn’t do anything to stop this. Audrey wanted this last moment so badly it hurt. She wanted something she could cling onto when she went back, something she could have to remember him. What she wanted was to be able to feel the ghost of his gentle kisses against her lips, to remember how it felt when he held her in his arms and to remember the way he looked at her as if she was something special.

A soft smile is thrown over her shoulder as long, wavy tresses fall to frame her face. ❛ You don’t need to be sorry and you don’t need to be nervous. ❜ Her gaze is fixated on him, softening the longer brown hues linger. For a moment it’s like she’s forgotten to breathe; her heart beats so fiercely she thinks it might jump right out of her throat. But its now or never.

Audrey nervously tugs at the fabric of her shirt as a deep breath is taken in. It’s a swift but slow movement as it is taken of up over her head. Eyes flutter shut as she holds her breath, waiting for some sort of reassuring reaction that would get her to keep going.

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deathpleaded replied to your post: How to care for Justin Foley: give him a warm...

okay but… was i drunk when i wrote this i mean?? lmao

iM SCREAMING THAT MAKES IT 1000000 TIMES BETTER !!!

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How to care for Justin Foley: give him a warm he'd, hit food & the love and attention he deserves.

this is late but um fuck yes he needs all of the above !!!

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❛ i don’t grieve.. i shatter. ❜ ( regarding his brother? )

her heart understood his pain all too well. it wept alongside his, old wounds reopening for they had barely healed from the last time she had MOURNED her family. robb. robb had been the last to die and how her heart had s h a t t e r e d. a million pieces, far too tiny for to ever hope of patching them all together again. no wound cut as deep as the loss of FAMILY. she wished it upon no one, especially not one she cared so deeply for. her hand hovered in the air, only inches from his shoulder, but she hesitated. grief effected everyone differently; sansa had experienced hers in SOLITUDE, both forced and chosen, and only now was she r e l e a r n i n g that she could lean on those around her when her heart felt weak. she didn’t knew what newt would want. did he want to be alone? did he want her to stay?

a heartbeat that sansa swore echoed loud enough for the whole castle to hear, and then she placed her hand on his shoulder, but that felt empty and DISTANT. she still didn’t know what they were to each other, but they were more than strangers. she removed the hand, pulling him into a hug instead. ❝ i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. ❞ what else was there to say? words could not resurrect the DEAD. all sansa could do was be there for newt so he knew he wasn’t alone.

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#deathpleaded #( temp sansa & newt tag. )#╰ ❄ ‘ ic answer ⁞ repeating the words they taught me ’#╰ ❄ ‘ verse ⁞ winter’s crown sits upon tresses of fire ’

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