( ❛ & sweetling. )

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“Aunt Lyanna!” the girl cried out, far more startled by sudden plunge than
  a steed rearing in its vociferous displeasure. Silk moved in a dry whisper across
  the ground as Sansa hurried to tend her fallen relative.

                       So fastidious in all else, no mind was paid to the state of her skirts as
                       she knelt in dry winter grasses. Winterfell’s mounts rarely displayed
                       such unpredictable temperament, her own small palfrey so gentle as
                       to pluck apples from a waiting palm. Lord Eddard’s sister, not unlike
                       the younger sister who bore her looks, preferred wilder beasts. “Are

                       you well, dear aunt? Do not try to walk, I shall fetch the master at once!”

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                           a smile placed so  cunningly  ‘pon  mien,  measured  within
                           its curl so as to not instill  more  worry  within auburn haired
                           kin & perhaps she aught be honored that state of fine skirts
                           might be ruined  on her  account but                   ;;  now is not
                           for such thoughts & hand lifts,  lissome digits curling 'round
                           adolescent  arm  with   gentle   movement,   attempt  to  give
                           comfort barely disguised.

                             ❝ I  am  fine,  Sansa. Truly.  I  have  lived
                through worse & I shall live through this as well
                although  I am  comforted  by  your  concern.  It 
                would require more than falling from a horse to
                do me any damage. ❞

(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 }

#ofwolfmaids

HAS WOLVES

drafts. starters owed. inbox.
permanent starter call.
thread tracker.

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.