#winterfellwild

[ofwolfmaidsmoved]

          ( ❛ & bjcrke valiantlyfought sidanmidre winterfellwild )

                           utterance comes  o'er  slender curvature                            of  feminine  shoulder  &  there  is  more                            attention  payed  to  what  is held  'tween                            hands than  to that  who  has joined her,                              no   charcoal   tinted    glance   following                             speech. 

                           ❝ I would be much obliged should you                                       refrain from touching anything. ❞

[flayedmonster]

'snuggle' /laughs

send 'snuggle' for my muse's reaction to yours snuggling against their chest.

 It was only a few moments that Ramsay had allowed himself to succumb to sleep, the journey that he had made with his  father to Winterfell had been taxing on  him. His father had left him alone as he handled business with Lord Eddard Stark and after some adventuring the bastard had eventually fallen asleep sitting against the heated walls of the keep.

 The only thing that brought the teen back to consciousness was the feeling of  something soft brush against his face.

                                                                            “What in the..?”

 He had tried to shift himself back into a  comfortable position, only to realize that something heavy was pressed against  his chest. Opening his eyes slightly, much to Ramsay’s surprise it was a girl sound asleep in his lap.

                                                                         “Who are you?”