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crakehall-woman replied to your post:you asked one simple question and i wrote you a novel: i'm sorry: by rachel
That.is.AWESOME!! :D dude! I love this au, hella long and hella good! :)
I cannot take up all the credit! Those three people are essential in creating it with me, but I so want more Westerlands folks for Dany to interact with. Or else it's just Ser Barristan and the grumpy lion she's betrothed to. And he spends all the time in the practice yard.
Happy birthday super quality actual!Arya! Have a lovely day! <3333
[ ;adkjfh;fj;dkjfhljh VERY COMPLIMENT, SUCH UNWORTHY. Thank you my darling, and I hope yours is just as good. ]
——●✦ Do you mind if I take a seat? There are yet any other people who do not seem to bite one’s head off were I to ask.
Well you already know of how much I adore you and you Rickon. Seriously you are a writer who I look up to so much, and I p much squeal whenever you reply, and also you never fail to give me feels no matter if its fluffy crack or emotional serious threads! Also OOC you're just as lovely and a real sweetheart, and I hope we can both get to kno each other better <3 (though Rickon should really go to his room)
Come Tell ME what you think of how I RP MY muse, I can only publish.
Her walk was solemn, a march more than a carefree glide. A girl ought not to walk like this, as if the world were pressing down on her shoulders, as if she were but a fool to be climbed upon. Her sorrows cared not, only mounted.
& now they had brought her here.
'Here' was a rather closed space, Not far from Kings Landing - they would not let her out of their sight, lest she be lost. A shame, that is. Though her leash had been loosened after the death of Robb. Of her Mother.
Her shoulders crumpled, chin lifting.
The village was unique here, one of the very few offering up some of the last fruit before the final harvest. A great many passed here, to collect rarities such as oranges and melons, a great too many considering the size of such a village.
Her shoulder grazed a woman and a smile of apology passed before them, her eyes too grey a blue to widow her a genuine grin.
"Afternoon, my lady. Are you here for the fruit also?"
+shroudedinfrost +jeyneofthecrag +iamqueenregina +dontevercallmebritishagain +xrebellem
"---more? More staring peepers and mouth breathing fools."
MORE JAIME X ARI I CANNOT GET ENOUGH NOOOOOOOOOOPE
[send me a pair name and i’ll tell you what i think it would be like if they had a child]
Name: Riker Hill. Gender: Male. General appearance: Riker has his mother’s coloring and her eyes, with Jaime’s smile. Personality: Quiet, reserved, mysterious, calm and wise beyond his years. He has a soothing presence, and people oft become lost in his deep, dark eyes. Almost a mystic aura, many are seemingly spellbound by him. Men and women are drawn to him. Special talents: Healing, calming, supporting and giving valuable advise.Who they like better: Both. Who they take after more: Neither, though his mother in appearance. Personal headcanon: He is rumored to be able to heal with a mere touch of his hands, and his name is one of much mystery and intrigue. Faceclaim: Sean Teale.
