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[agirlingrey]

STARTER CALL. My drafts are surprisingly almost empty, so LIKE THIS for a small starter. ( especially if we’ve yet to write together ) if you’ve preferences for length or verse, please don’t hesitate to SPECIFY ♥

[agirlingrey]

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     When you transform a life, you're making it anew.      Whatever happens, it is our BURDEN now.      Every action builds another link that binds us to it.      That chain is everlasting.

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starkmatriarch.

            "Well...” Alys shot a contemplative look at her companion, who’d been lost in a, AWKWARD, stony silence for the past half an hour or so. “Things are lookin’ a bit bleak, aren’t they?” She almost winced at her own attempt at an ice breaker, snap shutting her mouth as soon as she said the words. Catelyn Stark had a good reason to be silent and a little MORBID these days, they all did, but that didn’t mean the current mood of her family and friends wasn’t getting tiring already.

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captainspcrrow.

               Though the North was a decidedly LESS refined place than the South, Alys still grew up learning courtesies and decorum ( somewhat ), so she was perfectly aware that staring was RUDE. Truly. But at that moment, as she stood behind the Lord Commander and observed the new-comers, all her previous manners and COMMON SENSE were forgotten. She kept staring at the ECCENTRIC group as though they were the most interesting thing she’d seen. And in a way, they were, at least since she arrived at the Wall.

              She took a quick look at those around him, all the few people who were deemed highborn and ‘significant’ enough to be present when the said strange group was being interrogated. The Lord Commander Jon Snow carried an expression, as ever, that was unreadable. Lord King Stannis seemed to be gritting his teeth, AGAIN, which Alys interpreted as him quickly losing his patience, which was nothing new. Lady Melisandre had a smug and KNOWING expression on her face, looking as though she knew a secret about this odd situation that the others did not. That was nothing new either. It seemed like she was the only one utterly PUZZLED by this development... and it wasn’t a flattering thought.

              With a weary sigh, Alys turned her attention back to the group, whose captain ( as she assumed he was ), had been speaking without pausing for breath for the past ten seconds. Between the RAPID words, strange accent and WILD hand gestures, she could only understand about half of what he was saying.

[agirlingrey]

[MSG]: If you come back and see an ambulance outside, don’t worry. I’ve got it all under control.

text message starters. 

[ text: goldilocks ] what the [ text: goldilocks ] an ambulance outside the motel??? why??[ text: goldilocks ] i was gone for TEN minutes[ text: goldilocks ] what did you do???[ text: goldilocks ] did you try to fly again or sth?[ text: goldilocks ] what are you drinking???[ text: goldilocks ] i’ll be there in five.[ text: goldilocks ] ffs.

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[MSG:] You know, my friends think I make these stories up…

text message starters.

[ text: faramir ] it’s bc you ARE making them up u freak[ text: faramir ] look no offence but[ text: faramir ] do u really expect me to believe ur story about how[ text: faramir ] your father tried to set u on fire once?[ text: faramir ] come on m8 what are u smoking?

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   You may grow to love a person but remember they are NOT yours to keep.    Their purpose isn't to SAVE YOU but to show you how to save yourself.    And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the ANGEL leaves their body.    They will be a stranger to you once more.

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ncthingleft ♥’d this for a starter.

          Seeing strangers in a castle as remote as Karhold was, well, STRANGE. Visitors from Mountain Clans, Bear Island, Last Hearth and all the corners of the North were common enough, but that was about as far as it went. Unlike most southron families, they didn’t have the habit of entertaining merchants from overseas or sellswords from Essos. The sight of visitors who were so plainly NOT northmen, with strange accents and elaborate clothing ( such as the man she’d been observing for the past few minutes ) was a startling one. The faces of all the servants and soldiers in Karhold were as familiar to her as her own, and she knew that this man, who had the look of a FOREIGNER, was not one of them.

          “Who are you?” Her question was as direct and blunt as possible, though perhaps not entirely COURTEOUS. She cared little for such things anyway, always viewing them as more of a chore than genuine politeness. “I’ve lived here my whole life and I’ve never seen YOU.”