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soft interactions ( accepting !! ) II [ homemade gift ] some SICK embroidered gloves ! II @northwept

JEYNE has donned her loveliest of dresses for her name day. her cheeks are red with warmth and the attention she has received; another year closer to the rest of her life. she broke her fast with her father, and he gave her something that had once belonged to her mother, as was customary from him to her each year just grew just a bit older.

AND then she went about her lessons, and giggled with sansa over silly things. they ran together from arya about the yard, giggling and holding hands and going as quickly as their legs would take them until they found themselves laughing breathlessly on opposite ends of sansa’s bed.

WHEN her eyes fall upon the neat packaging of her present, she cannot contain herself as she opens it to reveal the MOST SPLENDID embroidered gloves that jeyne has ever beheld. they are soft and intricate, and when she pulls them upon her delicate hands, they fit perfectly upon each finger. “oh, sansa !!” she throws herself at her treasured friend and hugs her tightly. “i will wear them always !!”

#northwept #THREAD: JEYNE & SANSA (northwept)#MEME.#QUEUE.

soft interactions II [ [ sleepy ] this is cute too II @northwept

THOUGH it is not as it was, they had spent the night in hushed whispers, and sometimes a slip of soft laughter that feels reminiscent of something that once was ( a hollow ghost of what could have been, if they could allow themselves to revel in the past ). but the past is but a shadow of silvery memory, and there is only forward now. they MUST go forward

JEYNE held tight to sansa’s hand like a crutch, as if letting go of her fingers would cause her to slip. she will not slip in that way. not in the firelight, flames flickering soft shadows against their faces. it is the hour of the wolf and jeyne feels safe.

HEAVY eyelids are not enough to let her let this disappear, though she smiles softly at the way sansa’s head makes a pillow of her lap. jeyne is tentative, it is not as easy as it was when they were girls. the closeness is something she craves so desperately, and yet every semblance of closeness had not been something KIND to her in their time apart. but her fingers, trembling first, steady through locks of fire and softly stroke sansa’s head.

#northwept #( meme: answered. )#( thread: jeyne & sansa )#( queue. )

g-gives bween a hug ... owo

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#northwept #『 CRACK. 』

THE years have been cruel since the moment she had been ripped from sansa’s arms in king’s landing so long ago. each step of the way a step down the wrong path, and she, obedient through each disservice done to her, had reaped no benefits. her large, dark eyes are empty; the once easy and bright smile a tremble on her lips. she keeps her cloak tightly donned, her steps small and light; tentative.

“I should not be here.”

@northwept

#northwept #( thread: jeyne & sansa )#( v: ??? )#( i figure we have that cute thread #might as well have a SAD ONE too )#( queue )

( @northwept wrote ||: ❝ why are you here ? ❞ o.o )

He hadn’t heard her walk up to him so he had a look of surprise printed over his face when he turned around. Far from that arrogant look, he’d had back in king’s landing or the first time he came to Winterfell. “I believe I already told you that.” He glanced around for Brienne, spotting her at the door from the keep, entering the courtyard where Jaime had wandered, really wandering aimlessly but he was pretty sure he knew exactly where his feet were taking him. When he met Brienne’s gaze he couldn’t look away at first, not until she did and his eyes focused back on the girl now grown woman in front of him. “I made a vow.” That was not the only reason he came. Or why he was heading to the tower where Bran “fell”.

#( answered ravens. )#northwept #No. 4 ||: Adjustment layers

❝ It is so good to see you. ❞

medici sentence starters / accepting !!

SHE FELT AS THOUGH HER HEART MIGHT BURST, hearing those words from her niece. ever since she boarded the ship to essos, lyanna wondered if she would ever be welcomed home again. her girlhood had been marred by a foolish mistake paid for by a thousand lives, that of her own family included. the realm bled because of one willful northern girl, and the north suffered loses beyond her wildest imaginings. it’s a wonder the land hadn’t cursed her, and neither did the people. it’s a miracle she did not have to go on her knees to explain herself so that she could be forgiven.

“sansa,” lyanna whispered, enveloping her niece in a hug and pressing a kiss on her beautiful copper crown. she looked like the lady catelyn when her sister-in-law was younger, but there was a lot of ned in her, too. a lot of quiet bravery and bone-deep honor. she could see the north alive and thriving in her fierce tully looks, and an instinctive protective love howled inside her chest. “it is so good to see you,” alive and well, despite the horrors she had gone through. the war will be waged against the boltons, her son would see to that, and then the lannisters would never be able to claim as the only house whose bloody debts were paid.

lyanna pulled away if only to look at her niece at a better proximity. stark gray eyes roamed with gentle appraisal, and a deft hand brushed away red locks from sansa’s face. “you look beautiful, my lady. beautiful and brave. will you sit with me for a moment?” she had been trying to brush away the knots in ghost’s coat, but the direwolf had little patience for the she-wolf’s efforts. perhaps it was best to let him run outside and hunt for prey. “we have so much to talk about if you’re willing. i know i would love to spend some time with you.”

#northwept #( answered raven. )#setting this in a show verse #probably before the battle of the bastards?#excuse lyanna she has so much faith in jon #but also so much love for sansa i'm emotional