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[theredheadwildling]

@freefolksflame

Ygritte looked at the girl who was peacefully sleeping. Breaking into her house had not be easy. Damn the Night’s Queen for cursing her all those years ago. 

Yes, Ygritte had died at the battle. Yes, Jon Snow had burnt her body but none of that matter when there was pissed off Night’s Queen. If she had felt cold, she would have been pissed to have woken up in the middle of nowhere naked. 

That had been centuries ago. Ygritte had survived the Long Night but even if she hadn’t, she would have come back to this. She had tried to rid herself from this curse, even if she wasn’t exactly sure what the curse was. 

Then she had seen her...herself but not her. An exact mirror image of herself. So Ygritte couldn’t help but follow her. Was this what she was suppose to do?

Her toe made contact with the bed post, stubbing it. “FUCK!” She yelled. Oh gods, what a mistake was that. “No, no, no. Don’t you dare start screaming.” 

[girlonadyinghorse]

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❝ Or do you like girls who SWOON, Jon Snow? Oh, a spider! Save me, Jon Snow. My DRESS is made of the purest SILK from Tralalalaleeday. ❞ 

❝ I'd like to see you in a SILK DRESS. So I could TEAR it off you. ❞

❝ Well, you RIP my PRETTY silk dress, I'll BLACKEN your eye. ❞ 

[kiingsnow]

@freefolksflame

           Brown eyes attempt to get off of the redheaded woman, FAILING. It’s almost, as if the events between both of them did never happen. Oh, but they did. THERE’S NO TIME FOR THAT, Jon would constantly repeat to himself in his mind. No time to REMEMBER. After all, he’s not the same naïve boy who trusted everyone so easily, who fell in love, who was BETRAYED by his own men. That boy is dead. He’s the KING IN THE NORTH now. He might have gotten Tormund’s trust, but he knows not everyone BELIEVES in him. They need him to survive, and he needs them as well. But with Ygritte... so many UNSPOKEN words, so many unlived moments. Not that it matters at this very moment.     ❛ I hope you find yourself comfortable here at Winterfell. There’s plenty of food, clothes... take as many as you’d like. ❜

[ladywxlf]

@freefolksflame sc.

She’d never UNDERSTOOD Jon’s affinity towards the free folk-- but they’d helped him with the war regardless. This WOMAN in particular had acted strangely towards her, hair quite like the Tully red, kissed by fire, they said. She watched her, the way she fixed up her bow and FIRED her arrows seemed more lethal than any of the men, lips parting slightly. “I don’t think we’ve met,” she mumbled when she was close enough to hear. “My name is Sansa.”

[storiiestold]

     The last thing she remembers is the gentle crackling of the fire lulling her into a light sleep, curled in her furs amongst the shadows of the trees. But the fire has long since died and while immediately she isn’t certain what has awakened her, she feels eyes on her. Raya Mormont is not an idiot, and so she doesn’t move - she listens. Tries to hear footsteps, twigs breaking underfoot, anything that might help might give he a direction. Sleep still cling at the recesses of her mind and she forces it away, fingers curling beneath her cloak to clutch the knife hidden in the folds beneath.

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[davcseaworth-blog]

@freefolksflame // STARTER CALL.

“i know you wish to PROTECT him, but he can protect himself. he’s out there with a good, strong group of men. he just wished for you to stay SAFE, ygritte.” jon had warned davos that her reaction to him going north of the wall without her might be EXPLOSIVE to say the least. deep down davos knew that if she wanted to get out there, she could - but by now it would be too difficult to locate the group. he had stayed for many reasons, he would be of no help out beyond the wall, that was known by all. so he stayed and waited for jon, waiting with the people tasked with PROTECTING eastwatch and looking out for the army of the dead.

[agirlofwinterfell]

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[starkmatriarch]

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Was it the girl’s wild manes of hair that had drawn the boy? Or her frank manner of speech? Or her simple freedom of ways? Was it Lyanna in him or Rhaegar that drew him to a Wildling, that made him lose his heart, to err so entirely? For no matter how he might claim otherwise, her stepson had indeed erred. 

Not that this girl would ever admit that either; she was strong and confident and bold...and cock-sure. Catelyn had barely spoken two words with her and already she knew that well enough.

“Hearing tales of a person is quite different from the meeting of them....so you are the Free Girl who holds Jon Snow captive?”