Sansa Stark & Tyrion Lannister killing wights and saving Missandei & Gilly. | Deleted scene from Game of Thrones season 8 episode 3 "The Long Night"
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Sansa Stark & Tyrion Lannister killing wights and saving Missandei & Gilly. | Deleted scene from Game of Thrones season 8 episode 3 "The Long Night"
Sophie Turner and Pedro Pascal presenting together at the SAG Awards | January 19, 2020
“a raven came from the citadel. a white raven.”
Sansa Stark in 8.04 The Last of the Starks
Sansa Stark in 8x06
Sansa Stark in 8x04 trailer
The vampyress picked out a new tube of lipstick from the lit counter. The display stated that the makeup line was dior. She hummed some as she tucked glassy hair behind her ear. In the superior lighting, her skin was nearly golden although the sun had not touched her skin in centuries.
She looked at the color. Brown with what looked like a gold color. She swatched it carefully on the back of her hand. The texture was a dreamy creme like a mousse. Fatima sighed softly at how pretty the color was. “Miss,” she stated as she capped the tube. The worker was an older woman, tired looking and she looked distasteful at the young looking vampyress. “I liked this color, if you will?” She presented to the other who checked the color and produced it.
“Let me mother,” Caleb had not been so far away. Her lips twisted into a shy smile, “no need.” Her fingers touched his chest as he put an arm around her waist. The woman raised an eyebrow at the duo as she rang up the tube of lipstick. “Mother? You look so young.” Fatima’s pretty claws touched along her pretty child’s collar.
“I’m much older then I look.” The lady bagged the item as Caleb fished for his wallet. “Congratulations on your genes.” Fatima smiled a little as his card passed and she felt a little ball of guilt. “Thank you, son.” He nodded lightly, “anything for you, mother.”