#wolfdressedinfeathers

[agirlofwinterfell]

@wolfdressedinfeathers got Queen Arya! 

“Come home with me, Sansa.” Arya extended the invitation to her sister, still stuck in the Eyrie. “Come back North, and live in Winterfell, safe until you wish to be married, or not.” She had missed her sister, and almost wanted to reach for her so quickly.

[shegrewstrong-archive-blog]

A Different Red Wedding || WolfDressedInFeathers

@wolfdressedinfeathers

“Sansa-Sansa? Wake up! Sansa!”

Margaery had found her door, and discovered it was unlocked. Tyrion was not forcing Sansa to share his bed, something she made a mental note about as she crossed the floor. She opted to not worry about waking him, noting the empty wine pitcher.

And thus she was shaking the other girl. Can I still call myself a girl? Margaery’s eyes flickered to the sack beside her feet. Noticing the reed seeping into the fabric. Noticing the flecks of blood and stains on her dress, that she had pulled on after the act was done, not realizing yet she had been splashed.

“Sansa, sweetling. We’re getting out of here.”

[redefinereality]

@wolfdressedinfeathers gets Ric the Watcher

Ric took a deep breath as he looked over the email on his phone one more time. The Watcher Council was in it’s rebirth, he’d only recently been recruited. He’d been told he’d just be doing research and it wouldn’t interfere with his life. And then mere weeks later he was shipped off to be the personal handler of the current slayer. 

He'd got a job at a local highschool as the history professor, found an apartment and was in the process of moving in when he’d been sent the appointment to meet up with the Slayer.

Thankfully, she was a college student, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to send a minor into danger fighting demons and monsters. But this woman, Sansa, was an adult, technically, if nothing else.

Taking a breath he walked into the campus coffee shop a few minutes before the arranged meeting time. The place was empty, except for the baristas behind the counter, so Ric bought himself a coffee and pastry, and settled down to wait for his charge to arrive. Hopefully this went well.

[joannahunts]

@wolfdressedinfeathers​ 

Lyric starter - open

“I’ve heard of God the Son and God the Father, I’m just looking for the god for the daughters.”

“I think we have to be our own god,” Jo said with a soft smile. “We have to protect ourselves. Nobody else is going to do it for us.”

[agirlofwinterfell]

@wolfdressedinfeathers for Queen Arya!

“No! You are not listening. I don’t care. If the Arryn boy- my cousin- will live, then I rightfully ask for Lady Sansa Stark to be brought here to Winterfell.” Her word had been final in the matter, and crucial to saving Sansa’s life. Petyr Baelish, if he could convince Arya why he should be pardoned, would only be saved with more than sufficient begging from him. He manipulated her sister for too long. As Queen in the North, Arya could extend such an ask to the Lord’s of the Vale- could she not?

It took time, but word of Sansa’s arrival would spread through Wintefell, adding yet another Wol to Arya’s pac, Nymeria patrolling the North. 

“Sansa,” Arya gasped, staring at the girl with disbelief. The ends of her hair were dark, but the Tully hair stuck out at er root, and Arya rushed forward to embrace her, tackling her into the Snow. She held tight to her sister, hand gripping into the Northern- yes Northern!- gown her sister wore

[bravxryy]

{ wolfdressedinfeathers } 

She could sense it, feel it in her bones and in her soul, and it didn’t matter how           impossible it seemed, Maka wasn’t going to give up. There was a witch           around here, somewhere and she W A S going to find it!! Trudging out on her           own probably hadn’t been the best idea in the world, but after everything that           happened the l a s t time she and Soul had “found” a witch, Maka thought it           better safe than sorry to confirm the witch’s identity prior to bringing Soul along.           Of course -- Blair had been so easy to find: she was so flamboyant and open           about her magic, it’d been nearly comical, but t h i s witch seemed to be so well           hidden it was as if she didn’t exist at all...                                                                                 But Maka knew better!! The witch           was here s o m e w h e r e -- She had to be... Gloved hands braced her           weight against coarse brick, as the blonde meister heaved a sigh split            between defeat and frustration; here she was in some randon city, exhausted           and completely alone, and she didn’t even have a witch to show for it.                                    Soul was going to enjoy this W A Y too much -- 

❝ It didn’t used to be t h i s hard           to find a witch...    ❞

[chaosclimber]

A big bright beautiful world ╾ but not for me. -wolfdressedinfeathers

"Who ever said it was beautiful? The world is not the wonderland you make it out to be, Sweetling. It is cruel--and not just to you. To everyone." His tone was bitter. While he was intrigued by the girl, occasionally her sheer naivety grated on his nerves.

[vixlunaortus-archive-blog]

“I think we should consider filing for divorce.” -wolfdressedinfeathers

Gabe glanced up from his glass of bourbon, eyes distant and glazed over. "Yeah," he mumbled, looking everywhere but her, swallowing the lump in his throat.