#sapphiremaid

[thelicnknight]

      @sapphiremaid | hey baby, i think i wanna marry you (from here).

         It had gotten colder sooner than he would've liked to have, but they still walked back to their dorms from the football stadium. The game had gone well, that was for sure, they'd won and he was already on some kind of high from that. He shivered and let out a small breath, hovering close to her.

       He yanked his gloves out of his pocket and the box fell out. Shit shit shit shit, he thought and removed his hand from hers so he could drop down quickly to retrieve it. He hoped she wouldn't notice but -- she looked down at him, sitting there on his knee with the ring box in his hand.

       Jaime had not exactly planned to do it here, like this, on the riverbank on the way home from a football game (and he probably looked like a drowned rat after his shower in the locker room) but -- here it was; her eyes were staring at him like that and. Fuck it.

       He had written a speech and planned some big romantic thing, but he'd gone and mucked that all up. They'd been together three years now and he'd wanted to do it right. Now at the moment, trembling, he tried to remember what he was going to say, but -- he had probably over thought it anyway so --

       "Marry me, Blue."

[for-our-sins]

@sapphiremaid, continued from HERE

[TEXT] Oh, it’s YOU. Well, you should be the LAST person who’s surprised, I take it you’ve looked in a mirror lately? What ever did you expect, marrying a man so above your station?

[TEXT] I take it he’s told you the children are his, too?

[ladyxredxwolf-a]

@sapphiremaid​

Sansa Sat around a campfire, her body trembling as she gazed at the fire. She was safe...ish. Brienne and Podrick had saved her from Ramsay, she felt a lot safer and this was the first night that she’d not had to deal with Ramsay when she went to sleep. Was she able to sleep, probably not but she’d have to at some point. It was an eighteen day ride to castle black and so she’d have to sleep and eat and try and be normal. But this wasn’t normal, her whole life wasn’t normal at the moment. She looked at Podrick smiling softly as he fell asleep. She looked over at Brienne and sighed gently. “Do you ever rest?” She asked gently.

[goldcnlicn]

( Text: The wench ) how is on topp? ! I will topp them!

( Text: The wench ) I shod be priority 😁

@sapphiremaid

[tyrion-lanni-star-archived]

❤ (from sapphiremaid because fuck it)

@sapphiremaid ❤️ - kissing them

Tyrion had been talking to Brienne, just a usual conversation, when all of a sudden, her lips were on his. Tyrion’s eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he was frozen. Then, he pulled away, staring up at her. A thousand thoughts ran through his head. He looked up at her, more confused than ever.

“Did... did Jaime put you up to this?”

[theunburntprotector]

The air in Winterfell smelled strongly of rotting flesh and rum. Outside, the ground was still littered with bodies of the dead, a strange contrast to the drinking and clamoring that persisted in the fortress’ great hall. Surviving a war against the Night King’s army did warrant celebration; but there was hardly room for a foreign ruler when such a victory was attributed to the King in the North.

Daenerys Targaryen found little solace in the goblet of red wine nestled between her palms. She watched as the liquid swirled aimlessly in her cup, which was far more full than that of the red-haired man laughing ludicrously beside her. Tormund Giantsbane was in the midst of relaying his own battles against the wights and splashing bits of stench-worthy spirit onto Daenerys’ white fur cloak all the while, leaving the Dragon Queen to feel she must be the only sober person in all of Winterfell.

Amethyst eyes surveyed the room. Tyrion looked to be in the midst of a drinking game and Jon looked far too engrossed in his own hearty chalice to be worth a worthwhile conversation. The Targaryen exited the room -- unnoticed, Dany was sure -- and made way for the stone steps leading back to her private quarters.   

Halfway up the stairs, she was broken free of her self-pitying torment by nearly colliding with a tall, broad figure of a woman. Brienne of Tarth. The she-warrior so beloved by Sansa Stark and others. Tufts of blonde hair looked damp with sweat and her cheeks glistened with color. The room she was leaving currently belonged to Jaime Lannister.

Daenerys remained quiet before addressing the Tarth woman.

“A congratulations is in order,” she said finally, though her eyes fell to the kingslayer’s door. “There’s been talk of a new knight. No small feat for a woman so I must applaud you. I don’t think we’ve been introduced properly...”

@sapphiremaid

[ivoryxdove]

queensguard

@sapphiremaid

      sleep didn’t come easily anymore. once upon a time it had, but sansa didn’t remember what that felt like anymore. restlessness was all she felt anymore. wary. cautious.

      so when she awoke from a doze to metal hitting rock,  she didn’t take long to alert. careful. quiet. she rolled out of her bed and pressed against the warm stone. hot water from the springs under winterfell heated the castle. sansa could almost feel it coursing behind her.

      stepping softly as clattering sounds continued outside of her window -open; how foolish. had she learned nothing?- sansa made her way carefully to a door attached to her chambers, where she knew her lady knight would be waiting. she rapped against the door quietly. a fuss would do no-one any good.

[a-maimed-man-and-bitter]

Closed starter for @sapphiremaid

Jaime was wasted. Absolutely plastered to the point he could barely stand up. But somehow, he was still dancing, in the way that only a guy on his brother’s stag do can dance.

Arms around the other stags, jumping up and down in a circle. Round and round, to the mindless beat of whatever the fuck the DJ was playing.

Tyrion was up on a podium, busting some moves with one of the dancers. He was stripped to the waist, drinking beer from someone’s stiletto. He looked awesome.

Abruptly, the music stopped and the lights went out. There was a blur of shouting and torches and blue flashing lights outside the marquee.

Oh their father was going to be so happy they had decided to go to an illegal rave for Tyrion’s big night.

Jaime remembered thinking he might vomit. Then he remembered vomiting. He remembered being on his face, a knee in his back, laughing maniacally as the copper didn’t know whether to cuff his stump or not.

In the end she cuffed him to her wrist and sat beside him in the back of the cop car. He remembered seeing Tyrion and Oberyn and Podrick as they drove away, wondering why they weren’t getting arrested too. Then he remembered he was the one looking after all the drugs.

He slumped against the lady cop, unable to keep himself upright a moment longer. In another situation, he would be laughing that he’d managed to land cheek-down on her tits, but she didn’t have much to speak of there anyway.

He looked up at her. Tried to focus on her face. Turned to the copper in the front who was driving the car.

“Is that a woman?” he asked.