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shout out to sharna @win-cr-die I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING SANSA FUNKO POSSIBLE FOR ME 

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onyx eyes were tired, curls were swept over his face thickly due to the sweat from the battle. so many people had fallen. jorah, lyanna, theon-- and that was just naming a few. he knew just how his queen was feeling. what could he do? was he able to comfort her? he knew he had been avoiding her after finding out the truth about his bloodline, but he knew there were times that he had to push this aside. it took very little time to find her. there she was in all of her glory. silver hair falling like a waterfall across her shoulders, thick material hugging her figure, and those eyes--- his dany was so beautiful. no matter how much he tried, he could not just push his feelings away. he knew that he loved her, and that wasn’t going to just disappear, if ever. it pained her not being around her. it destroyed a piece of a soul whenever he had pulled away.                                     “my queen.” his voice was husky, most likely due to battle cries. he took a deep breath before making his way over to her, eyes locking with his queen as he stopped a few steps away from her. for a moment he said nothing, he just observed her for a few moments before taking a single step closer to her.                 “i’m sorry--- jorah was a good man. honourable.”

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@win-cr-die ❤ ‘d my starter call !

| ♆ |     “It’s awful pretty down here... and warm, too,” Yara commented with her hands resting against the stone balcony. Against the pretty dresses of the ladies of Highgarden and the greenery from which the hold took its name, Yara looked outstandingly out of place in her salt-stained grey clothing and armor. Wisely, she left the men of her ships back on the shore where they landed on the river that led to Highgarden; they really couldn’t be trusted here in the fancy folks’ keep. “O’ course, I hate bein’ this far inland.”

Yara turned to the young Lady, delicate but with sharply clever eyes. “I’m here to speak with your grandmother on my father Balon Greyjoy’s behalf, King of the Iron Islands. She’s the true head of the Tyrell family, correct?”

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trading snowflakes for the cloak of protection (always accepting) // @win-cr-die

          i’ve only recently become mutuals with Sharna/talking to her, but i can already and very honestly say: i wish it’d been much sooner! because this is such a lovely, wonderful, precious little gem? every time we’ve spoken, she’s been the absolute sweetest to me, always so nice and so supportive and the messages she sends me never fail to leave me with the widest smile on my face. and although we have yet to write together, i see her replies for other people every now and then, and i am ever in awe at how beautiful her writing is and how amazing her portrayal(s) of different muses is as well. and actually i do have a prompt from her in my inbox to get to, and i am so pumped for it tbh. Sharna is someone who definitely makes this community a better and brighter place, and here’s to us getting to do more together in future!❤

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           arms burnt from where here delicate palms had pressed against his icy skin; his jaw was clenched, fists balled in tight knots. part of him wanted to walk away, to go take longclaw, go to the woods and hit whatever he could find, just so he could think of something else, just so he could release some of the anger that had built up inside him. the other part of him wanted to take hold of daenery’s hands and refuse to ever let them go, to follow her wherever she went no matter the implications. but logic overruled, and neither of those were sane options given the circumstances.           he took a step back — he longed for her touch, but he couldn’t bare it. gaze sank away from her and to the floor, refusing to look back up and meet her own sapphire hues. part of him UNDERSTOOD; all he had to do was put herself in her position and he understood exactly how it felt to want to do whatever you can to protect the one you love, but that was just it — he wanted to protect the one he loved. he would die for her in a heartbeat. he knew that she knew that, and he knew that that was what тєяяιƒιє∂ her.         he let her speak her turn, eyes still glued to the floor. when she had finished, he had let the room remain silent as she sipped her wine; it hurt, how much jon empathised with her. perhaps he shouldn’t have thought it, but she was nothing more than a fool if she considered for a s̳e̳c̳o̳n̳d̳ that was he would leave her. eyes, wide and bright, childlike and pleading, glanced up at her. the STARKS were WOLVES, but in this moment jon snow was nothing more than a puppy. he looked at her for a few seconds, silently begging.                                                                                             and then his gaze shifted.         honour had always been one of the greatest traits of the house stark, and it had always been one of jon’s greatest traits. he loved daenerys, but he he couldn’t tell her; he was certain she knew, but until the war was over, there was no room in their lives for it. his eyes hardened, and when he spoke his voice was rigid, stern and certain.

“i swore an oath to you, i swore an oath by the old gods and the new that i would protect you, dany.” he paused, taking a step further. “i’m one of the best fighters you have and you want to leave me here where i can do nothing? i promised to fight for you, to give my life for you if i have to. you made me bend the knee and now you wish to take MY men and deny me the right to protect my queen? my place is not anywhere but by your  s i d e.”

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“With all due respect, Your Grace.” Gaia said as she smiled at Daenerys. “None of your trusted advisors can come with.” Her dark hair rested on her shoulders and her nimble fingers were interlaced with each other. “What I have will interest you, but you will need to trust me. As you may know, some things must remain a secret.”

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jorah the andal … not only had he been her most trusted advisor and her closest friend but he had loved her. it was a rarity in this cruel and unjust world to find somebody so deserving of life and as her ocean orbs fell upon the golden haired bear for the first time, daenerys stormborn had knew that he would always serve as somebody who would create an  I M P A C T on her life. in her short years of living, she had been through her own wars with the exiled knight. there had been times, much like long nights of battle, where their trust had fallen and yet –– they had always found their way back to one another. through misplaced trust and deceit, to near death experiences on both sides, they had always fought for survival where they rightfully belonged … beside the other. now, that had changed. and as promised, jorah had given his life to her. his heart had been hers, his sword had been hers and even more ironically, his life had been hers. some people were far too pure for the despicability that boiled between the seven kingdoms and he was one of them. daenerys had sat with him, mourned for him and felt her own hear break for him. but what she could not do, was protect him from the inevitable death that imploded upon him when the great war had ended.

swallowing the lump within her throat, refusing to lift her eyes to meet the winter blues that belonged to the redhead, daenerys allowed her jaw to clench ever so slightly as she felt the tears that she had tried so hard to bury coming to the edge. sapphires threatened to flood, glittering hues screwing themselves shut for a moment as the scroll between her fingers fell from her digits and landed on the oak of the northern table below her arms –– searching DESPERATELY for the words of solace that had left sansa’s lips. it was an honourable thing to do … to come looking for the queen who she had not seen eye to eye with and as expected, the mother of dragons felt a respect burning within her stomach. much like the feeling of butterflies batting around her vital organ, only she could feel small flickering flames igniting within her as she finally found the bravery to raise her hand in gesture to the seat opposite her –– welcoming the lady of winterfell into her chambers. sansa had also dealt with loss. had daenerys endured some of the things that the eldest daughter of ned stark had, she was not sure of how she may have managed. though both of them had lived very similar tales; married to men they did not want to marry, treated like slaves and torturedthroughout the night as a thin feathered pillow was the only thing to stop their tears from rolling down their cheeks and the bloodcurdling sobs that wanted to leave parted petals.

“perhaps burying myself in work is not the best thing to do … but ser jorah would have wanted me to continue fighting for the throne. i can almost still hear his voice, calling me khaleesi and looking at me with those saddened eyes –– urging me to do what is right by my people. lady sansa, tell me. how did you cope when you lost your youngest brother, rickon? i understand that very soon after, you became the lady of winterfell. did you take your time to mourn or did you do what your people needed you to do?” 

immediately, she regrets her decision to engage with the dragon queen. not for any reason other than the fact it makes sansa a complete and utter HYPOCRITE. how can the girl give others counsel on their grief when she can’t even find a way to cope with her very own. still, she doesn’t bow out, she only continues to walk further into the room where daenerys is taking a moment.  her eyes flash over with an unknown emotion once the queen mentions rickon by name. young, sweet, innocent, rickon. his death stung in a way robb’s or her parent’s didn’t. rickon never got to live, never TRULY live. with a sigh, she provides a simple shrug of her shoulders.  ‘ admittedly, your grace, my first thought was to secure winterfell for my family. i wanted a safe place for arya and bran to return home to. rickon’s death only enforced that need to protect one another. ’ besides, at this point jon was in charge at winterfell, not sansa, this was long before he decided to find his new queen at dragonstone, though her emotions don’t dare convey bitterness to daenerys.    ‘ once winterfell was ours again, i did everything i could for my people. i suppose along the way, grieving rickon came second place. at times, i regret that. ’ her tone embodies the sadness and regret she speaks of, arms coming to cross over her center.  with a sigh airing reluctance, she looks to the work the queen had spread about the table, teeth biting gently at her bottom lip in worry. ‘ the loss you feel now, that i feel now -- it seems unbearable, but i suppose the best we can do for the brave men we both lost is make sure the world they died protecting remains a good and safe place for all to live. ’ 

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