( ❛ & sweetling. )

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               mention of new  flowers brought a smile full of DELIGHT onto the
                   young girl’s lips. the north was not home to many different blooms, and
                   most of  the ones that could  endure the cold  were awfully dull in color,
                   but they held their own beauty nonetheless.     the gardens of winterfell
                   would never  compare to  those of  highgarden, but  that did  not mean
                   they lacked all beauty.   no gardens south would possess the beauty of
                   the winter rose. and new blooms arriving always delighted her! 

                                       I would LOVE to see the new blooms. So a
                                         walk it is then!  It will be lovely to see some
                                         more color in the gardens.

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                           &  she  is  not  unaware   of   comparisons  made  of  she  & 
                           youngest  niece   yet  there  are  similarities  'tween   she  & 
                           sansa as  well even if they are  not  heralded so obviously ;;
                           fondness of story & song & sweets  &, especially, flowers in
                           fervor near akin to that of  young  lady,  only difference being
                           that lyannas appreciation  is  hidden beneath all that she is
                           while sansa wears it all ‘pon her sleeve.

                                                                ❝ Color does not come often enough,
                                            & it does not oft stay as long as we would prefer. ❞

                           but such is the price of winterfell,  of  the north & even within
                           the  summer as they are, this  achingly  long summer,  only
                           the strong, the hearty survive  &  in  that  respect, blossoms
                           are very much like her brothers people.

                           arm is  extended, silent offer for  niece to 'twine hers  'round
                           lithe line, smile 'pon  wild pulchritude one of utter fondness,
                           for one  accompanying  her  &  thought  strikes  her, causes
                           head to cant & curiosity to flow through delicate veins.

                             ❝ Do you know  how to braid  flowers, sweet?
                How to fold their stems around the others to create a
                                                              C R O W N ? ❞

(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.