( ❛ & ??? )

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thirst is quenched by half-decent wine ;; strong enough 
to at least soothe chafed pride over having to seek out 
company in this gods forsaken shit hole. logic decreed 
such necessity and thus the woman found herself 
wandering towards unfamiliar features with a flagon in 
one hand and the other motioning for a servant.

there is no thanking the woman seated across from her as
 she in turn takes a chair but instead orders a hot meal, no 
wait, make that two. that’ll be her payment of debt incurred.
 amethyst eyes wander over this creature so readily offering
 kindness to a stranger, tone gruff and wary.

“you always this nice to those 
whose names elude you?”

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                           surprise is ever blatant ‘pon wild  pulchritude of dead girl at
                           quantity of meals ordered  &  she knows, without being told
                           that  one  is  for  her  of all people &  how  long  has  it  been
                           since any amount of kindness had been afforded her since
                           she had been thrust out  with  little more than bloodstained
                           gown & lilliputian dagger for protection?

                                                            ❝ Only those who do not appear the sort
                                                                      who would rob me at the end. ❞

                           utterance  spoken  o'er  rim of own cup,  tonality  muffled  by
                           rough  pewter  & thin, cheap drink that makes her  wish  for
                           the  wine within stores  of  family  but  such can only be  but
                           distant memory any  longer  for  dead girls with the blood of
                           have no families. 

                                ( &  perhaps she could ask for sugar to sweeten  the
                                  dregs, for poor  facsimile of  missed  sweet wine or
                                  would  attempts  further   ruin   the  already  ruined? )

                             ❝ I did not make the wrong assumption,
                did I? I had come to PRIDE myself on my sense
                on intuition further harnessed … ❞

(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.