#volaticuslupus

[hiddensteel]

❝ . . . I don't like it when he hurts you Sansa. ❞ ( brings back our AU with menical laughter in the distance. )

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                If she could hide the bruises from him, she would, but no amount of powder                could hide what he already knew. And he always waited for her when the King                summoned her,    leaving no time for her handmaidens to shield the marks left                on porcelain skin.           Still, she does her best to shield the true extent of the                 damage that scars not just he body but mind as well.      It is only when she is                certain he cannot  hear or is  asleep that she  lets herself cry,  for she must be                 strong for him.   She must keep him safe.  If she misbehaves, does not please                Joffrey, he'll hurt Bran. Sansa knows he will. And she will not let that happen.

                So she powders her face well, carefully hiding each blemish, and she paints a                smile on her face for the world to see.       They need not know how much she                 screams within; they would not care even if they could hear.    They don't ever                care.    Not when she is nothing more than a traitor's daughter who should be                grateful to still  be betrothed  to the King  -  but he is cruel   and heartless and                  fear claims her  heart when her mind  wanders to what married life shall mean                for her.  But King's Landing is a placed of masked faces upon display. And no                one likes an ugly mask.         Smiles, and powder, and soft spoken words, and                 courtesies. She must always remember those. And she does. It was no longer                merely her safety on the line.   A Stark must be brave.  A wolf always protects                it's pack.  A wolf cowered not in the face of violence and  bloodthirsty lions. A                wolf she must be. A wolf she had always been.   But King's Landing called for                 the mask of a bird... and Sansa always played her part well.

                         ❝  His Grace is merciful, Bran. I promise, it looks worse than it is. ❞

[ivorytxsteel]

                    volaticuslupus

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       "While holding court for hours on      end is commendable, I think even      you would agree it's time we seat      ourselves down for a meal, yes?"

         { she has to remind him, sometimes.            he is still young-- too young, so young. }

[diraelupum]

+10 have scolded her

----♔ ;;             [ the direwolf cocked her head to the side as she watched the person approach.  they didn't smell like her mistress, but maybe it was just a mistake.       she stood up and hesitantly approached them, sniffing ]

[herunfailingkindness]

Artemis?

1. [The Two Princesses of Bamarre]2. [Classical Greek Mythology] Persephone ---------------- virginiaxhill​3. [asoiaf] Sansa Stark --------------------- comtenomore​4. [Marvel Comics]5. [BBC The Musketeers]6. [Sailor Moon] 7. [Teen Wolf] Lydia Martin -------------- thecreakofblackleather​8. [asoiaf] Margaery Tyrell --------------------- comtenomore​9. [BBC The Musketeers] Athos ---------------------- comtenomore​10. [DC comics]

For SM? Nope!

[steelarmoredskin]

"We are hollow, we are empty, but we have to carry on."

Send me a lyric for my muse's reaction.

          “It is hard to carry on when the burden               you carry upon your shoulders is                         heavier than yourself.”

[stealanarchive]

volaticuslupus replied to your post:

winter is coming—-

WRONG BLOG U LIL SHIT

[madeofwildfire]

volaticuslupus liked this for a starter

            Steps echoed through the halls             that seemed almost never-ending             in the way they almost faded from             sight at the end. She felt home at             the keep, as much as she could. But             the children running around rather             carelessly could have held their mouths             for all she cared. It wasn't a sweet melody             when they yelled the names of the other             children involved in a play, but rather an             inconvenient annoyance.

                                 Now, that being said she did hold an                                  affection for her own children. The                                  ones she had bred with her lover                                  she bedded instead of husband                                  she had once wedded.

    So, when she stumbled upon     the Stark children who were     once more involved in a lot     more than they should be.

                        ( for being only children of the hand that was )

                                                She did draw in a breath to calm herself,                                                 because going off at children was not                                                 what she needed to brighten her day.

              ❝ Just what do you think you are doing?                                And who taught you this was                                        a p p r o p r i a t e? ❞

[ivorytxsteel]

volaticuslupus:

               ❝ I’m not a girl, Sansa—- ❞

  But the scent of the flower reaching his nose   was rather pleasant, though he wouldn’t admit   so out loud. 

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                "But your hair's long enough for it."

                             She's teasing, of course, she is,                           and there's a small smile on her lips                           as she fiddles with the crown so it's                           at an  a r t i s t i c  jaunt upon his head.