( ❛ & mary. )

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            Winterfell   with  your  best friend  sister  being
            Lyanna Stark was never quiet – palm pressed
            against her hand and it was a pull and tug that
                                                           came from the
wolf.

            Fingers  trail  pale  skin  and  soon  Plantagenet
            palm is pressed to Stark’s and they’re swinging
            lightly, akin to a breeze.

                        “—- you could try please, you know.”

            The  blonde,  all  fair  and  light  compared  to  those
            of the North, then tugged the other towards the door.

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                                     ❝  I never say please. 
                            But for you, I could make an attempt. ❞

                           & she is giddy,  near  set  to  vibration ;; 
                           far to much time  has been spent within
                           stone keep for she  of  northern blood &
                           open   air,  open  space   is  deemed   a
                           requisite.

                           (     she   needs  to  run  free,  not  be
                                 chained   captive    within   stone 
                                 walls  &  women  who  cluck o'er
                                 failed                            embroidery.     )

                           for a moment, allowance is given & she
                           is pulled by one  deemed sister yet only
                           so  far  as   towering   doors  which  are
                           opened  'pon their approach in  respect
                           for lady of their region  & unofficial ward
                           &  when  it’s  fresh   air  'pon  their  flesh,
                           hands  entwined  are  pulled, thick  skirt
                           swaying ‘round  delicate  ankles as she
                           spins,  moving  lithe  arm  so  that  both
                           sets of digits are paired with marys.

                                                 ❝ What do you wish to do? 
                            Ride? Climb?  Run through the trees?
                            Whatever  you  wish,  just  speak it & it
                            & it shall come to be. ❞

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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 }

#ofwolfmaids

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.