#vaettiir

[helreginn]

@vaettiir​ asked:

‘ i have to leave you behind. i’m sorry. ’  from Fenrir @drengiir​ ( cause he’s gonna DIE lmao )

          ↳ * soft angst starters

“Like fuck you are,” she angrily replied. She knew Fenrir probably better than any other person and she knew he meant to keep her safe. But she wasn’t about to leave him behind. She wasn’t about to let him go it alone.  “What ever it is, wherever you are going. I will go with you. I will help you.” 

[utt-archive1]

"I believe someone is owed a hug for the long absence."

[direreign]

sansa would be a liar to say she knew how she had survived this long. having travelled from the vale to the north on her own, with nothing more than her wits about her and a refusal to stop. they would be after her, if they weren’t already, when they knew where she stopped. she would have to answer for bringing end to the life of lord petyr baelish, but sansa would rather run forever than allow herself to be executed for a crime that was more than well deserved. she doubted any of them would see it that way, though, and so she had gone the only way that she’d been able to: north. she wanted to go home. she needed to go home.  a stark must always reside inside the walls of winterfell.  she had no word of arya, still believed that bran and rickon were dead at the hands of theon greyjoy. she needed to get home. she needed to reunite what little family she had left now. she had heard word of jon snow, lord commander somewhere along the way; pockets full of enough coin that she had been able to hide herself away in taverns, anywhere that she could bolt the door locked each night and sleep before she continued on. winter was on its way, she realised, once she reached the border, found more snow than she thinks she’s ever seen in her life. cold and freezing. she’d taken a horse from the next town she’d passed. stole it in the middle of the night like a common thief, careless and restless. she needed to get back. she needed--  she didn’t know, really. didn’t know if jon would even care, after all this time. if he would turn her away, leave her in the north on her own. sansa would be lying if she said that she knew what she’d do next, or even what she’s going to do once she’s there. the thoughts are gone as she draws close, only brings her horse to a halt at the sight of someone in the distance. she doesn’t look like the daughter of eddard and catelyn stark anymore. how long had it been since she was in the north? she waits, watches. then she’s nudging her horse forward, cautious, careful.     “i need passage into castle black,”     she calls,  still far enough away that she can turn and ride away before they have the chance to reach her properly.     “can you help me?”

@vaettiir​

[braavingale-blog]

@vaettiir // continued from here

it hadn't been TOO difficult for the woman to make her way to the river's edge without being heard. her footsteps were light despite the forzen ground that would crunch under anyone elses' feet. it was habit, a habit you picked up as a courtesan, as well as TRAINED killer. she'd only been in the north for a fortnight, and already she longed for the warmth of the southern cities of westeros. however, she'd come to grow fond of the north, especially it's men. they had a heartiness, an ability to endure about them that she appreciated, and did not see often in the men of BRAAVOS. her hazel eyes settled on the form emerging from the river, her arms crossed under her nude bust. nudity bothered the nightingale not, as it should be.

his NORTHERN accent echoed across the waters, rebounding off the rocks and frozen hillsides. she grinned, enjoying every word that left his lips. ❛ a man with HONOR such as yours, it suprises me you've seen any women naked, ❜ mused the courtesan, passing by him towards the waters. her steps lingered as she appraised him, even as he wrapped his torso with a towel. the woman eased her way into the waters, wading her way backwards into the water. her head tilted, brunette hair cascading to one side. ❛ there's no harm in looking, you know. and it's often the men who DISRUPT me. though, i'm not upset that it's you i've stumbled upon. truly, it's a blessing from the lord himself. ❜ her brows raised suggestively, a teasing grin at the corner of her full lips.

[vuulpecula]

        “It ain’t love.”

@vaettiir ❤’d for a short lyric starter. 

[skipsmithr]

     ❛ You’re late. ❜   His head did not turn, instead his eyes remained fixed on the makeshift camp at the foot of the hill. Anticipation hung in the air, death looming in the dark. This battle was one to be remembered, but he wasn’t sure if he would stay to see the outcome.   ❛ Or early- whatever you prefer. ❜

@vaettiir    //     small starter

[txrosh]

vaettiir

Who ISNT he banging

  “Fen, for example”

[bunnivalentine]

EDIT 4/4 FOR @vaettiir !