( ❛ & cersei. )

          A crackling shell of the soul before ; thus replaced by the numb swell
& flow of cerulean tide ; victim of self helpless & drowning in a intoxicating 
sea of vain pity— it was not a death the lioness would wish for herself, nor 
one she would have expected of the wolf-maiden of the  n o r t h — though
mayhaps that was the point, it was not for herself she wished the passing…
 My, my, Stark. Cersei had to admit she was impressed, if not more surprised. 
Starks were wrought with that pesky little disease: honour— mayhaps she had
found a more skilled means of enduring life.

                    ||  ♕  || 

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                             ❝ Unfortunately for the purse, quite a lot. 
Why don’t you experiment with the idea, & inform me of your results— if you 
still have the breath to voice them. ❞ 

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                           & it is  lashes  fluttering  over  curves of
                           cheeks   in  attempt  to  keep   gunmetal
                           hues    from    rolling    within    separate 
                           sockets & teeth  capture  lower lip not to
                           worry but in hopes  that  bite  of enamel 
                           within soft flesh would stay tongue, free
                           it  from  slick  poison   it  would  be  ever
                           happy to allow to roll.

                                       ❝ I never  hinted  that  I  aimed to
                                      try,  it   was   only   an   attempt  at
                                                               conversation. ❞

                           singular brow lifts as if in condemnation
                           of  the other  &  that  which  she  spoke ;;
                           lips pressed to  thin  line  barely gracing
                           contours  of  mien &  for a  moment  she
                           is amused by  circling  hand  &  swirling
                           liquid against glass walls, amber liquor 
                           tracing  the  edges  of   it’s  cage  &  she 
                           wonders  how  it  would  look  in  the air,
                           free of forced captivity.

                             ❝ Besides, no  one remembers those
                            who die from drink. ❞

(Source: ofwolfmaidsmoved)

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EVERY GIRL

ind. priv. sel. canon divergent book based lyanna stark from asoiaf established: 9.13 && rebooted 1.14.
written by JAILIN
{ 22 | she/her/hers | pst }

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HAS WOLVES

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PACING RHYTHMS

i am not your apocalypse, i am not your salvation, my body is a kingdom meant only for a queen. i will take your crown, i will shape your stars, my life might not be my own but yours ?? i will make it so !! immortality is an escape, absolution from revolution, blessed by dying breaths of kings who lived too long. you called me an angel, blessed me with candle-bright lies. i will make angels fall, i will burn your kingdom down. immortality belongs to the dead, so bury me with my crown.

IN HER VEINS !!

i am not, nor do i claim to either be or be affiliated with hailee steinfeld or any of my face claims or have any connection to asoiaf. all writing here is my own, however, && my portrayal is based off of my own headcanons && beliefs formed upon watching the movie. i ask you to not take anything used here for yourself, with the exception of utilizing headcanons in our threads, without my permission.