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[graunblida]

@slipperfaith​ sent a surprise! (x) // always accepting these

[   sms   »   princess 👑   ]   ella [   sms   »   princess 👑   ]   you cannot do this to me [   sms   »   princess 👑   ]   i suddenly don’t want to take this test. 

[featherstcnes-a]

“ --------- take the road less travelled by.”

illicit affairs - taylor swift / @slipperfaith​

[hiddensteel]

@slipperfaith​  said             * plants kisses on sansa *

        her smile was bright, giggles spilling from her lips, as ella covered her face in featherlike k i s s e s. her heart raced in her chest, and euphoria rushed through her veins like a drug. finally she found a break in the kisses to kiss the blonde on the cheek, not really where she wanted to kiss her but for now it would do. as if she could read her mind, ella finally pressed a PROPER kiss to sansa’s lips, lingering there longer so sansa could wrap her arms around ella’s waist and pull her close until the need for air demanded they part. sansa didn’t know how it was possible but her smile was even brighter than before.          ❝  well, hello to you too. ❞

[sercphveined-blog]

       ‘ they do not stand for outsiders much here , do they ? ’ blue eyes glaze over , ice in a firey face . her house was a proud one & the girl knows her place - knows where she stands . ‘ the question today is how you feel . ’ she turns her gaze to ella - a beauty & yet a threat if she does not accept targaryen rule . / @slipperfaith

[quccnnorth-archive]

“ who will love you ? ”

IT FELT AS IF ALL AIR HAD LEFT HER LUNGS, her stomach twisted and turned, her head spun -- she was caught off guard by such a painstakingly accurate question. who would love sansa stark? who would love the queen in the north? the answer to that was much simpler than what she was willing to admit. NO ONE.her family had left, her friends were gone, the only man she felt as if she loved was dead, everyone else she had ever cared for at some point was dead. for a moment she’s full of existential dread, hands gripping into a fist at her sides as she tries to calm herself with a shaken breath. 

she takes a moment to collect herself, blue eyes finally fighting to meet that of her companion. the queen of the north didn’t need anything but the approval of her people. she wanted to know they had full faith in her and wanted her to continue to rule over them. sansa didn’t want much else -- the last man she wanted burned after the battle of winterfell. though, not a soul knew this. many assumed, but no one knew for sure. her back straightens, eyes almost cold. her tone is full of ice, almost offended that the girl before her would ask the queen such a personal question. it felt like it was an intended attack at her involuntary solitude. her mouth purses slowly. ❝ i’ll love myself. it’s much more validating than anything a man could offer me or my kingdom. after all, men are nothing but disappointments. ❞  a lie. not all men were. but the ones she had been unfortunate enough to be betrothed too always seemed to be. she walks past the other at the conclusion of this statement though, in no way wanting to linger and chat. she had some self reflecting to do. 

[ncnducor]

 ‘ don’t say you’re sorry. you don’t need to do that. you don’t need to apologize. it’s a fucked up female habit. you don’t need to be sorry for anything, ever. ’ 

↳ a short thing for @slipperfaith ! ↳ emily ! / I actually spun the wheel / sc.

[artfulprecision]

continued ✿ ━ @slipperfaith

“It felt like a dream,” she said, a slight exaggeration on her part, though due to the wine still in her system, probably. Which made her smile all too much, a giggle released here and there. “I think — oh, I’m much better than I was, and that is all entirely thanks to you, my dear sweet friend,” she complimented with a grand smile, another giggle soon after. She would need more sobering up if she had any hope of returning home without her family knowing of her little indiscretion. Nor would it be any good for anyone to view her as such before she could make it to the front door, the family image meaning everything. Her hands tugged at the towel wrapped around her form, looking to the form of Ella against the wall, offering her yet another smile. “Do I look a mess to you? Probably... I’m sorry to come here like this, I just didn’t know where else to go and... You’re always so kind and I...” She tilted her head, her eyes catching sight of Ella’s cheeks and the rose tint on them. “...would it be okay if I stayed a little longer?” Carrying herself closer toward her, licking her lips, “Or am I overstaying my welcome? I can leave if I’m putting you out.”

[fairisfair-moved]

“I’ll get some bandages.” / kit

injury starters   〉still accepting!

thaddeus SPOOKS mid-gallop in his pursuit of the sika, the jarring angle of the charcoal horse rearing backwards which vaults its princess into the bramble and leaf covered forest ground. there is barely time to outstretch her arms to keep her head from smacking the earth first leaving the rest of her sacrifices to thorns and a battered landing. her clothes aren’t torn much and scrapes aren’t bleeding alarmingly, but her ankle pains exceedingly.

picking herself out of the brier she attempts to stand, but sways and grabs a nearby sapling for stability. the approach of hooves is assumed to be her horse’s return, but in looking up it’s both an unfamiliar woman and horse. kit must have HIT her head harder than she realizes. 

“ no ! ” she says hastily, but the negation sounds so drastic in tone she adds “ it’s alright, don’t trouble yourself -- truly.” her royal guard will be along shortly to swoop her up as is; they aren’t allowed to be separated long without someone’s watching her safety. hopefully their arrival isn’t all at once. fifteen or so uniformed riders circling them will be highly embarrassing.

“ I’m merely winded. ” she waves a hand in a nonchalant fashion, attempting to strand straight and wobbling slightly when her ankle protests at pressure. “ just a moment and I’ll be right straight again. ”

ANGELS arrive at the most unexpected times.