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*punches his shoulder* "Bro."

‘ what do you want — loser. ‘

#withanarmy #「ᵖᵃʳᶜʰᵐᵉᶰᵗˢ」ᵈᵃʳᵏ ʷᶤᶰᵍˢ; ᵈᵃʳᵏ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ #ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ✻ ᵃ ᵇᵒʸ ʷʰᵒ ᵈᵃᶰᶜᵉˢ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˢ #can you believe they had a happy life before that failed mission

@withanarmy — continued from x.

With arms crossed, she narrows her eyes at the man and his extended arm. Rhaenys feels that he’s mocking her with his laughter and his tone, which only makes her want to retire back in the safety of the indoors where there is no snow to bother her and it is considerably warmer than out here. To say that she wasn’t built for such conditions would be an understatement — as all the other Starks had pointed out upon seeing the number of layers she insisted upon wearing before going out.

Rhaenys huffs and makes to approach him, refusing to turn away from a challenge. Taking a step forward, she reaches out to take the snowball from his hand when her foot slips and she frantically grabs him to steady herself. She sways dangerously for a second before she can stand up right again. Back in the house someone had mentioned that her shoes were not exactly suitable for snow, she recalls now. ❝ Completely harmless, huh? ❞ She throws his own words back at him with a raised eyebrow, slowly letting go of him once she feels confident she won’t slip again and land on her face. ❝ Hardly evil- ❞

#withanarmy #ooc. i did the thing??#✖. verse. modern au.#✖. tag. threads.

@withanarmy (from x)

Luck, was that what she wanted to call it? If truth be told, Robb himself was without the slightest clue as to what he would call it. Although it could not have been easily done, he had to admit that it was quite admirable that the young Queen managed to slip through thebarely visible cracks and escape King’s Landing, where she should have soon faced her demise. It reminded Robb somewhat of how he managed to flee unscathed him The Twins. Perhaps that was part of the reason ( paired with the pleas from his sister to help out the only friend she ever had in the capital ) that the King in the North decided to grant her a safe refuge within the walls of Winterfell.

“You can call it whatever you’d like, my lady. Though I doubt that Cersei Lannister would have any kind words for it.”

Courtesy and innuendo had been the very dialect of King’s Landing, coloring every word and phrase and expression. She had been fluent in it since childhood--her grandmother had seen to that--and used it effortlessly at court. At Winterfell, however, such skills meant little and less. The Northmen mistrusted her on principle, even more so when she attempted to ingratiate herself to them. Perhaps, then, it should not have been surprising that their king should so flippantly disregard her flowery words. There’s much I’ve yet to learn, it seems.

The very mention of Cersei sparked fury within her breast and, for a moment, the world was red instead of grey. Grief for all she lost had once threatened to drown her but she had since buried it all in anger. “That woman knows nothing of kindness,” she spat, forgetting herself and to whom she spoke. “Only jealousy and cruelty.” I learned that far too late, much to mine own sorrow.

#[ hope this is okay! ]#withanarmy #v; frozen and uprooted #;threads

@withanarmy liked for some Bran Bean!

“I’m eight, I’m half grown, I shouldn’t still be soiling the bed clothes every night.” Bran pouts, though Maester Lewin had tried to assure him that regaining control of his bladder and bowel would come as he got used to his new found cripple Bran wasn’t so sure. “I know they all talk about it, the servants. Everyone looks at me like they wish I’d died , that anything would be better then this. Do you think they’re right? Am I to suffer every day of the rest of my life needing people to clean up after me like a baby? O-or being unable to dress myself in even the simplest way? A-are those people right?”

#withanarmy #m; bran #v; winterfell #have some sweet post fall bran who just needs his big brother