( ❛ & jamie. )

            ❝ — Stark. My, my. & here I believed it lay frowned upon
       for a maid of high birth to take up blade in hand.         A truth
       supported by manner in which you train   -    alone,    absent 
        slightest supervison..❞ In amusement did lips curl, machalite
        gaze alight with mischief,      balanced light upon  his toes as
        observation he held.

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                    ❝ You’re holding it incorrectly. ❞ First lesson, the grip upon
                  hilt ; manner in which to demand control & not get self killed. He’d
                  been naught but a child… a shame,       the girl knew naught of so 
                  simple a thing. Yet who was he, to claim role as instructor? For a
                  fool girl he cared not for, and to whose kin he owed naught? No,
                  it would be naught save waste of breath. 

                 ❝ It should be an extension of yourself, not just a simple tool.
                Treat it properly, & it will serve you well ; treat it poorly, & it will
                mean your end, should true fight it come to. 

                       I imagine your father would not stand pleased, were he to
                 discover himself here, in my position. ❞  

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                &  there  is  little  doubt  that  PRIDE  flows  through  patchwork  veins  half 
                thawed from their northern frost in the wake of this outing with sun beating
                down with such DETERMINATION   ;;   staining noble ichor its color so ever
                thoroughly & it is at his words that realization  is  made, faulty handle ‘pon
                hilt noticed & t'is  that  PRIDE that  keeps  rounds  of cheeks  from coloring
                beneath weight of embarrassment.

❝ Perhaps I was preparing for an attack from
behind. You  cannot  deny that  such a grip
does  well  for  such  defense with a dagger.   ❞

                attempt  made to back  up own  statement,  arm  SNAPPING  ( !! )  &  torso
                half spinning in evidence but  lady, herself, knows how useless it is, knows
                that SURPRISE, fear had altered  grip  developed  by  distant  watching &
                practice  both with  BROTHER  &  ALONE  within northern wood  shielding 
                from fathers ever watchful eyes.

                hand adjusts, digits SHIFTING  their  hold  &  once more  it’s back to how it 
                had  been mere moments before  &  it’s  OBVIOUS & DELIBERATE ;;  ever 
                slow & measured to make sure  malachite  irises catch motion, the change
                taken &, perhaps, she’s  attempting  to  prove  herself, prove that, yes, she
                knows proper grip even appearances had shown otherwise.

❝   My father is not often pleased ;;
HOWEVER, I do have SUPERVISION.   ❞

                &  here  SMILE appears, curving  roseate  tiers  & she can appear  so  very
                CHARMING, so very SWEET that  rumors  of fierceness would be dispelled
                so easily should she  use  youthful  pulchritude  in such manner instead of
                attempting to disarm, to BEND others to iron wrought will,

                                                               ❝                       YOU. ❞

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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.