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There was a smile on the Prince’s lips, followed by a relaxed release of breath when her hands began to move through his silver hair. Rhaegar had missed her presence– And hopes to be in her company for far longer this time than he’d previously been.
❝ I don’t see why you would play with my hair when it fails in comparison to the beauty of yours.❞
"You are my sunshine." (OUCH OUCH OUCH IM SORRY)
meme: send me “you are my sunshine” for my muse’s reaction to yours dying in their armsstatus: selectively accepting
blood and roses. the scent that filled the air as ned held lyanna in his arms. tears were on both of their faces. this wasn’t going to happen. she wasn’t going to die. ned was going to stop this from happening. yet, he wasn’t one of the gods. ned had no power. by the time he reached the room, too much of her blood pooled on her bed. it stained her beautiful dress, dulled her pain skin.
“shhh…” ned gently wiped a tear from her face. blood streaked across her face in the wake of his thumb. “don’t talk.”
ned had been foolish, navie to think that lyanna was going back to winterfell with him. however, she wasn’t. lyanna would never step foot back into the walls of winterfell. the she wolf would never prowl for desserts, never hide away with ned during the feasts. instead, he would be the one hosting the feasts, forced to stand in their father’s place. he could no longer play the childish games with his dear wolf sister.
“think of the times we stole the desserts, we hid from mother and father only to escape into our fantasies. think of the times we stood side by side, trying to keep a straight face as we poked fun at one another.” ned whispered to her gently, his lips close to her ear so she didn’t have to strain to hear his voice. “think of all the times we danced, we laughed, we cried, we fought, we smiled, we ate, and we ran together. think of the freedom dear sister…think of the times were we felt relaxed and comfortable around each other…”
all words halted as ned felt a hand on his face. a bloodied hand gently rested on his cheek, blood mingling with blood. lyanna’s pale face looked peaceful in a way as she whispered three words that would stick with him forever.
“promise me, ned…”
only moments later, the hand fell to the bed as the she wolf rested her eyes for one final time.
(Child meme) A little girl with long, raven hair and a handful of blue winter roses in her gloved hands ran up to her father, and she tugged on his fur cloak to get his attention. "Papa, I want to visit the crypts and give grandmother a new bouquet to hold. I know they were her favorite."
pretend to be my muse’s child on anon!
The King in the North couldn’t help but SMILE — bittersweet as it was.
His daughter — the spitting image of the lost she-wolf — had learned of her late grandmother from TALES the former BASTARD had shared of his childhood. Wondrous words of adventure and love would spill from the man’s lips whilst at the bedside of his beloved daughter; he’d spoken of the hardships that came with growing up believing his mother to be his aunt, of the interesting mixtures of feelings that came with discovering the secret that the great she-wolf and the quiet wolf carried from his day of conception, of his love for his aunt growing in to love for a MOTHER. He told of their days spent scouring the wolfswood for game with Ghost at their sides, of prayers shared before the weirwood trees standing tall within Winterfell’s godswood, of his decision to leave for the Night’s Watch, of the PAIN it caused him to leave his mother behind.
“ She was VERY MUCH like your aunt, Arya. She wasn’t one for the duties of a LADY, such as your aunt, Sansa. Your lord grandfather, Eddard, always spoke of her wishing for a SWORD in her hand at a young age, would your great-lord- grandfather have permitted it. He was right, of course. She was a FIERCE she-wolf, always protecting her family, and keeping them near. ”
The bastard wolf gazed down at his young daughter — oh, how much she resembled his mother! — and carefully pried her small hand away from his thick, fur cloak. He tucked his hands securely beneath the girl’s arms, lifting her up to balance her bottom atop his forearm, wrapping his free arm tightly around her waist. Gray upon gray, the father could not take his eyes away from those of his daughter.
Somewhat of tradition, the young girl and her father would switch out the blue winter roses from the hands of the she-wolf’s statue of stone — her beauty INTERNALIZED.
“ Alright, sweetheart. Let’s bring grandmother her roses, and speak with her for awhile. ”
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“don’t leave my side,” ned whispered in his younger sister’s ear. he didn’t mind feasts when he was with someone but the moment he was alone, ned wished to shrink away. brandon was by their father’s side while benjen was with a friend. for now, ned would stay with lyanna if she decided to stay with him. “please.”
...YOU ARE HERBY ORDERED FOR INDUCTION INTO THE BRITISH ARMED FORCES, AND TO REPORT AT ASSEMBLY ROOM, 17th FLOOR, FEDERAL BLDG, 1st AVENUE, LONDON ENGLAND, ON AUGUST 20th, 1914, AT 7 A.M. FOR FORWARDING TO AN ARMED FORCES INDUCTION STATION...
Upon comprehension of the words printed upon the letter, Jon had gone entirely NUMB. Nothing in that moment appeared REAL. Was he ACTUALLY to be subjected to the draft for the first World War, FORCED to serve as a member of the military in order to defend his country, forced to PART from his MOTHER, from his COUSINS, from his UNCLE...?
Initially, the mention of a draft had never bothered the young man, for he simply dismissed the idea, foolishly believing that, were there ever to be such DEMAND for men to serve, he SURELY wouldn’t fall in to the category of likely candidates. He was to continue living close to his FAMILY, to attend university, and MAKE SOMETHING of himself. He was to, one day, know the LOVE of a woman, and raise a FAMILY of his own.
With the possibility of DEATH so high within the war zone, would he LIVE to see any of his dreams come true? Would he live to see his future?
He wanted to RUN, wanted to run and hide, taking his mother alongside. They would find REFUGE in another country – the United Stated, perhaps? – and he would be FREE of military service, FREE to continue LIVING the rest of his life. He could marry a lovely American girl, raise his children in Boston, or New York City...!
He would be branded as a FUGITIVE, then, a TRAITOR to his country, to his PEOPLE. No woman would want to marry a man who RAN from his duties. And what would his future children think? They would be fathered by a man FROWNED upon, a man WANTED by his country...
He couldn’t remember moving, couldn’t remember walking when he found himself standing in the living area of the home he shared with his mother, watching her as she read passages from her book and sipped upon a cup of tea, listening as she hummed a tune quietly to herself.
He wanted NOT to speak, yet Jon stood helplessly within the contours of his mind as his body forced the words from his mouth.
“ Mother, I’ve been DRAFTED. ”
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"Did you eat all my Oreos?" (Sorry not sorry xD)
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❝ Didn’t see a name on them.❞
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“ You know -- I can have you hanged for stealing ”
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I wanna do a double promo thing. One with shewolflyannastark and another with sunofdorne yep ‘cause you two are Rhaegar’s main Elia and Lyanna.
