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[tarthbeauty]

* licks cheek * ♡

When she sat down on the ground, she’s not sure. How long she’s been even been outside is equally unclear. But there’s a layer of SNOW starting to settle over her shoulders. With a little more, she’ll become any other piece of equipment leaning against the side of the castle.

The lick – a wash of warmth quickly overtaken by the frigid breeze against her now damp cheek – rouses her. Brows furrow. She looks to her right to see Ghost. Nearly towering over her. 

Shit.

Quickly she ruffles his fur before standing. It’s her turn. She’s IT. And as Ghost runs off, she wonders how in the hell she’s ever going to find the direwolf in all this snow. 

[thedolorous]

* lays on * ♡

!!! | @witewulf

      edd is ALL SMILES at the sudden warmth and pressure of ghost against him. the direwolf is a big boy now, heavier than when they’d first met, but there’s something so COMFORTING about being this close to him. he hums, shifting a bit to get a little more comfortable. hell, the only time edd really smiles is in the presence of ghost; he’s SPECIAL that way. “hi, boy,” edd murmurs, scratching behind ghost’s ear. 

[sealskind-blog]

( a starter for @witewulf ! ) 

              “you are like a wolf, and yet you are not,” she says, wide eyes blinking as she gazes at him. he has, she thinks, something in him that is like what is in her. like, yet not the same - - - no, not the same. never yet has she found the same, not in this world. “have you always been this way?” 

[ladyrcd]

witewulf ; ghost & melisandre ; liked for a starter

SHE STANDS STILL, IN DEEP THOUGHT. sometimes she thinks r’hallor keeps putting her faith to the test and she does not know the reason why. today she feels a simple breeze of cold when she usually just stands with ease at the winter. she thinks back to the flames, showing her only snow and scenes of battles; jon snow laying on the ground, betrayed and dead and very much alive. her god had showed her the direwolf; magnificent as he stands, reaching her height and yet, melisandre does not fear him. warmth calls warmth, jon snow, she had once said. she is but a vision in red around the north and the magnificent beast is all white with red eyes like those of her collar. he is magic and so is she. 

THE PRIESTESS LOOKS BACK  WITH CARE, with fondness even as she observes the creature and reaches over; a simple gesture, one of kindness as she brushes the wounded furr of the animal. he had been wounded in battle. like his father she would say. and like his father, he survived. piercing eyes, usually blue stare back with redness in them as her collar glows. “you can rest now, ghost. there is more hardships to come but you need your strength. i’m afraid jon snow cannot look up to himself without you.” oh no. the bastard needed his direwolf as much as his direwolf needed him. old magic; a connection she doesn’t quite understand but believes in. and as she sits nearby, she opens her arm for him to come lay beside her; she can allow herself to be vulnerable now. with no one to stare but the direwolf.

 “my younger self would never believe my eyes today, ghost. how could a young girl dream of such creatures?” melony of lot seven a voice of her past calls her. 

[ncrthernrcse]

‘ i’ll be right here. don’t worry. ’

* soft angst starters

The rational part of her brain understands that they are living through a literal nightmare. The dead are coming, and she’s also aware that despite how much she wishes otherwise, she must go into the crypts with the rest of them. She also wishes he could stay in the crypts with her, but that would not be possible. “There’s no guarantee you will be here once it is all over” she admitted, “That’s the part that scares me”

[direreign]

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[hiddensteel]

* pokes w/ muzzle * ♡

        the feeling of something gently poking her arm made her look away from the papers she’d been reading. when she did, she realized how dark it had gotten; the window no longer brought light into the room and it was only her candles that illuminated the room. the sight of the white direwolf brought a SMILE to her lips.          ❝  hello, ghost. ❞          she reached out and stroked his head. winterfell felt so quiet these days but at least she could count on ghost to keep her company. she turned slightly in her seat so the wolf could rest his head on her lap. porcelain fingers stroked his white fur slowly.          ❝  i’m glad you’re HERE. ❞          so much was d i f f e r e n t now, so many people were gone, but ghost reminded her that she was not truly alone.

@witewulf​

[roseguided-a]

         IT’D BEEN A LONG NIGHT FOR ALL OF THEM , ONE FILLED WITH COUNTLESS DEATHS THOUGH IN THE END THEY HAD PROVEN VICTORIOUS !     it was because of arya stark that they had won && the dead lost ,  if it wasn’t for her   (  the prince that was promised , as the legend goes )   then they’d all be lost , risen from the dead to serve their enemy.   what does one do after a battle?   some prefer to relax  while others take part in their own personal pleasures━it all depends on how you release tensions ,  but rosalie has given herself the task of helping tend to whatever wounded she could.     ;         lady demeanor might come off as reserved or even COLD ,  but she has a warm heart despite her father choosing to raise the majority of his girls like he would’ve his boys if he’d been blessed with any.  rosalie was a lady , no doubt ,  but she was also a warrior━destined to fight , not meant to be kept inside && being underestimated.     sigh leaves lips as hand pushes him back down ,  ❝ lay down i said. ❞  demands the woman softly ,  hand unraveling some bandages.  ❝ you have a gash on your shoulder which needs mending , ghost.  i know you wish to be helping , but you’re no good to anyone dead.  understand? ❞   grin plays against naked , peachy lips.    ❝ let me help. ❞   / @witewulf    liked for a starter!