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unburntslvr replied to your post: beyond the wall; do i really want to...
literally me rn watching season 13
i binged the series in the beginning of the year, and stopped at season 11 for some reason... can’t remember why... but now i want to start, again, but i’m scared xD
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Wind feels COLD against his face, brown eyes stare at the sea, the noises of it hitting the ship every time are filling the emptyness of their silent meeting---------- that, until he speaks. ❛ We will arrive in a few days. The air is getting colder. ❜
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The rumours about the Dragon Queen had put in effort to cloud Sansa’s mind. If Jon had met her and he is still alive she can’t be that awful. Those words repeated in the girl’s mind as the time before their initial meeting melted away. There used to be fear before meeting other members of great houses. The Lannisters gave fear, the Boltons gave fear, the Tyrells even. The Targaryen woman gave excitement and curiosity. Sansa sat at the centre of the Lord’s table in the great hall of Winterfell. Her brother Bran was adjacent to her and the grand maesters of the North lined the outer rims. Their presence made her feel protected, and so she waited with calm breath for the foreigner’s entrance.
"Speak your purpose. I have no wish for company.” The gladiator grunted, not looking up from his drink. Gannicus lifted his jug, draining the wine that tasted both sweet and bitter on his lips. He had come to the tavern to drink alone, perhaps even drown in it if the gods willed it. Such was deserved fate for a man without honour.
unburntslvr replied to your post “Did someone say to call you Daddy? I'll call you Daddy”
when DIDN'T dany want Robert? Jeeeze
hey lil mama wanna fuck
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He watched her with his dark eyes filled with affection, and more accurately LUST. It happened every time she touched him so sweetly (or roughly, if the occasion called for it), his blood would turn to FIRE in his veins, and she was the only thing that could quench it.
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“That’s not– you KNOW that’s not what I think. You’re far from REVOLTING. You’re– you’re EVERYTHING, this has nothing to do with how much I DRINK”.
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13. Move them to a bed
Jon shook his head, though wholly unsurprised by the scene; her usually perfectly braided silver hair was sticking up at odd angles and the elegant fabric that dressed her was wrinkled beneath her. “Now who’s the stubborn one”, he whispered as he lifted her sleeping form into his arms. She worked far too hard and far too long, but always gave an appearance of it all being effortless, that was until she fell asleep on an uncomfortable bench in the sitting room.
