( ❛ & ??? )

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                Limbs jump at
        the  sudden   reverberating  noise of  something   fracturing
        upon  cold stone  floor.  She is  naught oft  caught inattentive
        to the working of the mortals around but ones actions forced
        stardust    filled    heart    to    clatter    roughly    against    ribs.

        “—-  then who  was it?   For I  see no  one  else  around  but,”
        knees would bend to pick up shattered pieces with delicate
        and  nimble  fingers,  “I  shall  not  tell and I am certain there
                                                                       are plenty of goblets left.”
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                           & she  is  no stranger  to finery,  to well made  goblets &
                           platters & clothes above  all & she is  no stranger either
                           to the touch of  guilt  although  it  feels  ever  foreign as it
                           traces  soft  curvature  of  noble   cheeks  &  there  is  an
                           { EXPECTATION }  of anger  fueled  words from stranger
                           who surely does  not  know  of  the title held by northern
                           born  girl  with  dirt   marring   mien  &  staining  hem  of
                           skirt.

                                                         ❝ I am sorry. ❞

                           apology a rarity as it slips  forth from slick of tongue & it
                           emerges  almost  of  its  own   accord  &  she  does  not 
                           remember to chase it,  block it  off  behind  cage of ivory
                           teeth.

                                                                    ❝ T'was an accident. ❞

(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.