#unchainedgiant

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In the dark warmth of their bedchamber, lit only by firelight, she was a vision. Sawyer watched the light playing off her hair, her cheek, glinting in her black eyes as she compelled his gaze, even as her words sank in like daggers. Not the revelation that she had lived and loved before him -- that was no surprise, though admittedly his heart seized a little at the thought of anyone else possessing hers -- but the promise she asked of him. 

He sank against her, noses grazing as their foreheads touched. It always amazed him, even now, how small her hands were; how easily his could envelop them.

“I’m sorry. You’ve lost your share of people,” he murmured. “As have I. A brother, a father, more friends than I can count. War took almost everything I have, everything I hold dear.”

Bracing himself, he pulled back just enough for their eyes to meet. “But I still have you, and our home. This life we’ve built together. And I’d do anything to protect it, Elain. Just as any Northman should. I can’t sit by and watch other men go off to die for their homes, their families, while I stay behind like a coward. I don’t have that right. Please --” Drawing in a short breath, he gave his head a hard shake and forced himself to continue. “Please. Do not ask me to make promises I cannot keep.”

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Jamie Lannister's dick is tiny.

     ‘That’s not what you were saying last night. Sounded more like--Jaime,Jaime, Jaime...’

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“I apologize, My Lady. I did not mean to mislead you. I was trying to get your attention but it took so long for you to notice that I got irritated and then you finally kissed me.” Trysta ran her fingers through her hair, giving her a timid smile. “I thought that you didn’t.. feel the same. Or feel anything like that, for that matter.” 

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                 she had not expected the chill to be so great as she flew north, but for once she was grateful for drogon’s warmth as well as the warmth of the other dragons that huddled together at night. landing in a clearing not far from winterfell she slid off of drogon, a hand absently rubbing the smooth scales of his side as she adjusted the bulky furs she was grateful she’d worn. seeing a woman coming towards her dany walked forward, hands easily down at her sides. the others were taking a boat but she had grown impatient hovering over them and had flew on ahead, now though she thought that may have been unwise. // @unchainedgiant

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@unchainedgiant

He’d cocked a brow, hand placed on his own hip in near challenge. “Only a baby would harbor an attitude like that-- or a sodding fool.” 

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     “I seem to have wandered from my path. Is there a place near by I could stay?” While Link spoke frankly, it did not come out as rude. He was a man of few words -- so long s the situation deemed that words were not needed -- and he liked it that way. Adjusting the sword and shield on his back, he dismounted from Eponya and walked over towards the woman with the reins in hand. “I am Link, m’lady.”

[aboveaveragemodernmale-blog]

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     “Ma’am. You can’t be here. It isn’t safe.” He called out to the dark haired woman, hoping to get her attention, but it appeared she was lost in thought. Moving closer, keeping his hands close to his gun just in case anything were to happen. As he moved closer, he heard the sound of airplanes. They made him nervous. “Ma’am?” he said, louder this time. Yet, she still didn’t hear him. He would have given up if he weren’t worried about what it would do to his conscious later. Jogging to her, he grabbed her arm and moved into her line of sight.

     “Ma’am. We have to move. There’s a curfew for a reason.”

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Everything had played according to what Lord Baelish had planned. Sansa had won over Harry, won over his soldiers, all with the revelation of sun-kissed hair. They had gotten word of the army led to Winterfell . . . what was called the Battle of the Bastards, and she had swooped in to save the troops when it seemed the end.

And now she was HOME . . . strongest within the walls of Winterfell. Yet battles far from over. For one, there was her birthright, then the case of Littlefinger. While Petyr Baelish may have helped her, part of him was still Littlefinger, and he could NOT be trusted. A close eye had to be kept for betrayal, for a time when she would no longer be of use to him. And then dangers, from the North of the rising dead with winter winds, and the girl with dragons from the East. 

But today was one of reunions . . . of PLEDGES from the Northern Houses.

“Lady Umber, welcome . . . We are so pleased to receive you, I am sorry for your losses.” They had both lost loved ones, the day Robb had been at the Twins. “They will pay for what had happened . . . one day.”