#prodigum

[eyehunger]

vile vc: hey mora, if i was dragonborn you know what my name would be?

ben dovah

❛[ UNPROMPTED ASKS ≻ always accepting !

“&– - I'd marry you just to divorce you for that alone.” // @prodigum

[winterreigned]

@prodigum me throwing another starter at u despite all my drafts

𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙. at least it feels that way in this very moment. one second, she is having the time of her life with her sorority sisters, the next ; graphic flashbacks of her father's accident. grief doesn't discriminate, nor does it care what you're doing and where. it's like the tide, coming in and out, and when that tide is high, you are sure to be drowning underneath its current. the drink in her solo cup was her attempt at oxygen, though despite how much she tried to resuscitate herself with cheap beer and jungle juice, all sansa achieved was frantic hysterics on top of drowning depression.

she didn't wish to return to school this semester. she swore to her mother she'd go to school at home online, she'd help her with the younger boys. though, as any mother would insist, catelyn stark knew sansa's ambitions in academia were far too deep to put on the back burner. so, here she was. some days sansa is far too distracted with lectures, exams, and charity galas to process it all. though days like today, grief sneaks in when she dares enjoy life.

there is a benefit, however, in all this mess. winterfell state is not just her school - but her older brother's as well. taking shaky breaths, sansa abandons the dorm party, hiking halfway across campus to find robb's room. there is no one else on this campus who knows what she's going through better than him - and these past few months they've been able to provide each other solace, while maintaining a life of somewhat normality. the air is ice, which shoots her with the sobering thoughts that crop tops and short skirts may work for a dorm party, but not in winterfell in the dead of winter. sansa is shaking, though this is more from the distressed sobs leaving her than the cold.

arriving at his door, she raises a delicate and frozen fist to knock thrice. the young girl is forcing deep breaths to calm hysterics and to avoid looking like a drunken mess. prior to her father's death, the only other time robb had seen her like this was after joffrey... she'd hate for his mind to go there, when this was not the case at all. sansa turns her back to the door, desperately trying to collect herself between hiccups and sobs. when she hears the door open, she whirls around, red curls twirling. swallowing, she sees theon - her brother's roommate, best friend, shadow, childhood nuisance... she need not go on.

typically, she'd throw him a snarky comment, sarcasm the fuel between the pair. but right now her feet are on tip toes to see past him, blue eyes scanning the room for any sign of her brother. there is none, which causes teeth to worry on her bottom lip. another desperate sob erupts from her, leaving sansa to do something she'd never consider if fully sober or sane: bury her head in theon's chest and wrap her arms around him. she has no choice but to blubber into him.

❝ i - i'm so sorry, ❞ sansa whispers hoarsely to him. the muscles in her chest tighten, her teeth and jaw clench as she tries to anchor herself. ❝ i didn't know where else to go... i - i don't want to feel like this anymore. ❞

[tidesfate]

“&– - Because everything that you are is everything there is.” // @prodigum liked for a lyrical starter

[theyoungwclf]

robb, @prodigum's theon and @stags0n when @winterreigned walks in on them

[gridbest]

@prodigum asked “ When is it over? ” for jack from ennis!

Jack doesn’t know what Ennis means by over. He’s not entirely sure what Ennis is referencing, either. He isn’t sure he wants to know, either. Still, he shifts a little on his log and glances at Ennis in the light of the fire they’ve made. If Ennis means when is this thing between them over, Jack won’t have an answer for him. As much as he wants to say never, he knows that it’ll probably be over when they leave the mountain. He won’t say it aloud, though, for fear of making it true. “Dunno, cowboy.” He pokes at the embers with his boot. “Figure it ain’t over ‘till we say it is.” He glances at Ennis again. “Why? You wanna call it off?”

[kirkw4ll-a]

a starter for @prodigum bc i missed fenhawke and u

"you're BROODY. more than usual." her eyes narrowed as she looked over the other, chin in her hands as elbows rested upon the table. maker help her for paying such close attention to this man -- she was still waiting for him to tell her to piss off or go jump in a river or SOMETHING to that effect. but he didn't seem sick of her YET. "come on then, out with it. is there a face i might damage on your behalf?"

[mvndrvke]

@prodigum gets a starter! benjen + rickon

Rickon hasn't seen Benjen in years, and yet here he is! Rickon had spotted him in Shaggy Dog's vision while the direwolf had been hunting, and had hurried to summon him back so he could ride out to where he'd last been. Rickon is wearing the greys of a wildling, looking nothing like the young noble he'd once been, and yet he's unmistakably a Stark as he rides Shaggy Dog through the snow.

He slows his approach when he gets closer. He's heard plenty of stories about the white walkers, knows better than to just run up to him, but he wants to. He wants to so badly it hurts.

"Uncle Benjen?" he calls instead. "Uncle Benjen!" Surely he'll turn if it's really him. Surely he'll know.

[imaginarianisms]

src. || @prodigum

The way Shion looks at him, the way his eyes look like freshly spilled blood and roses and his hair as white as the falling snow all around them, the way he never hesitates to touch him even after all these years makes him want to burn himself alive. He swallows the urge to slap his hand away on instinct, restraining himself while Shion explains his (understandable) fears. By the time he's done, the freeborne leans in.

❝𝐀𝐲𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝, 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ Nezumi interjects, ❝𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧,❞ smirking at him flirtatiously, Nezumi grasps his chin roughly, ❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.❞