( ❛ & ??? )

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             & the ironwood trees had become home to people running  through  them.  he’d
             grown used to letting people run through them in order to relax, or   be    FREE
             from whatever they needed to. asher himself walked through the forest without
             a care in the world a lot of the time, it was freedom that he enjoyed  for  himself.
             asher would rather enjoy hunting by himself. he’s the kind of person that enjoys
             the mud clings to his boots and it isn’t until someone speaks that he   thinks  on
             reaching for the bow over his shoulder.

            ethan’s death had hit them all hard, paranoia had been rife in the seat of house
            forrester, but whether or not it’s bad, asher doesn’t care. he raises the bow in
            the direction of the voice, and begins to walk forward, but it doesn’t last long.
            it’s a woman, one that doesn’t look like she’s going to cause trouble. 

                                             ❝ you’re on MY land. ❝

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                           ownership of land means  naught  to her for would she
                           not have held her  own  should  life  have  played out to
                           design of father  as  opposed  to prince?  lips  twist  in
                           silent answer  as  irises  of  grey take  in sight of bow &
                           arrow  notched  as  if  ready  to  fly  &  lodge  within  her
                           breast  but  there  is  no  fear,  no  worry  'pon  feminine
                           mien for worse had been faced & still here she stands
                           alive & well & no worse for wear.

❝ That is not what I said. I do not care who
holds this land now put that down ‘fore you
make a mistake that cannot be undone. ❞

                           challenge & demand within  tonality  &  she wonders if
                           he would  deign  to  listen  ;;  far  too  long  it  has  been
                           anywhere near this land & who holds what stretch has
                           long since been forgotten just  as  she surely has, tied
                           to tower & deathrebellion  &  dwindled  down to little
                           more than a name, a cautionary tale & rightfully so.

                                     ❝ To whom does this land belong? What is your
                           name  so  that  I  might  hopefully  gain  insight  as  to
                           where I am & how much further I have until I reach my
                           intended destination. ❞

(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

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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.