#sansa-stcrk

[commanderofthewatch-blog]

“You ruined everything.”

“Tell me dear sister how I ruined everything? We are back in our home, the man who put you through hell is now dead, and we have an army that will back us. How is everything ruined?”

[wcrg]

INSIDIOUS VERSE MEMBERS;

What I probably should’ve said is, can we all track the tag INSIDIOUS VERSE, and use it to post things related to the verse, or to find open posts members in the verse have posted? I feel like that might be a bit easier! 

Happy haunting ~

[txghut-blog]

@sansa-stcrk  wanted a starter!

The arrival was more than expected, the news of battle traveled quickly among the land, and it served to say the timing was the more surprising aspect. A period of rebuilding and healing, sickness fading with each passing day, and where many decisions and promises balanced on both tongue and mind. Fingers brushed along the top, dulled edge of the hatchet at his hip, purely out of comfort and not threat towards the visitor.

Quickly down the steps, the slight bop of a bearded chin to the nearest set of fighters, allowing the gates to be opened. “Welcome to Ironrath.” A slight hum leaving his lips, a moment of glee that the fading stench of sick had left his body, leaving wounds no longer to face the threat of festering, and his strength to stand without showing strain. “Mind the rubble, and the fleshy bits. Still cleaning out the nooks.”

[wcrg]

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[blindhonor-archived-blog]

Familiar /Sansa&Edmure/

He could see her running through the gardens of Riverrun. Her auburn locks flowing freely down her back and a wife smile gracing her lips. His niece was the spitting image of Cat when she was a girl. At the thought of his sister, his river blue eyes shifted to where she stood, scolding Arya for getting her dress dirty. Sansa’s laugh directed his attention back to her. She seemed to happy and care free. Out of all his sister’s children, he got along best with Sansa. He wasn’t sure why. They just seemed to click and bond over literature one day in the library. 

A smile spread on the Tully’s face as he watched Sansa beckon Arya to join her in the gardens. Of course the youngest refused with a shake of her head.  When she skipped over and grabbed his hand, it almost seemed familiar. The walk through the garden was peaceful. Spent in a comfortable silence, with the odd question from his curious niece. 

The scene soon faded. He found himself back in the dungeons of the Twins, staring at the cold stone walls around him. He wasn’t home. His sister wasn’t alive. Arya was presumed dead and Sansa was a hostage of the Lannister’s. He felt useless. Weak. Guilty for being unable to save his family. As he stared at the wall, he made a vow. A vow that if by some miracle he ever escaped the Frey’s, he’d go to Kings Landing and find his niece. Look after her like Cat looked after him. 

[geneticmisfit]

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[ text: ??? ] Uhhhh

[ text: ??? ] Who’s this ? 

[ text: ??? ] First of all, nice mole. Second, wHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS IN A SNOWY AREA THAT’S NOT A SMART THING TO DO

[ text: ??? ] also who are you

[blindhonor-archived-blog]

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She’d kill him for it. But after putting up with the last shopping trip, death by angry niece would be worth it. He made sure to park near where his eldest niece stood, chatting to her friends. He lowered his window and stuck his head out, beeping the horn twice to get her attention. “Sansa, sweetie time to go. Mama Stark is expecting her pup home soon.” He called, no ounce of regret in his voice. 

[shadowofabear]

Revelation

@sansa-stcrk

Kaura huffed as she hiked through the snow, pulling her cloak up more closely about her neck. There was a time when she might have been embittered by the arrival of winter, but after everything that had happened, the cold was a comfort.

What was causing her discomfort was something much more personal. With the announcement of the plans to visit Bear Island for troops, Kaura realized that she had a choice to make. She could not be sure that her long hidden name would give the Stark force any advantage, but she felt that she could no longer pretend that she was something she was not. If it would help Jon and Sansa, she would tell the whole world... but she had to start small.

Kaura ducked into Sansa’s tent and glanced around for the woman she still sometimes mistook as the little girl she once knew. When her hazel eyes caught on the red hair, a strange sense of relief passed through her. It still brought her some peace to see both Sansa and Jon.

“My Lady Stark? May I... may I have a moment?”