( ❛ & sweetling. )

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         █ ▌ — — — ❬ Ѕ

               ever a lady immersed in the beauty of songs, talk of color and flowers
                   brings a  smile to her lips  that not  even her  sister could  diminish  if she
                   thought to try.    beauty and songs are two things that sansa L O V E S to
                   immerse herself in.     tales of gallant knights who rescue pretty maidens
                   from evils, and all of them always end beautifully,  with happily ever afters
                   and true love. sansa dreams of a life like that. one full of BEAUTY and joy
                   and, above all else, love.

                                     ‘Tis why I have always longed to travel South,
                                        for I have heard that they have color to spare!

                   she wishes there could be more color in winterfell.  greys and whites and
                   blacks are lovely in their own way, but nothing can truly replace c o l o r s
                   ( blues, and purples, and pinks,  and countless other colors that can light
                   up a room )       but the north is not a place meant for the bright colors. it
                   holds it’s own beauty instead.

                   sansa quickly takes her aunt’s arm, her smile growing even more ( if that
                   was still possible ).  her joy and eagerness is painted across her visage, a     
                   child’s J O Y that only the most powerful forces can quench.

                                     No, Aunt Lyanna, I am afraid I do not.  Perhaps
                                        you could show me? For I would love to learn!

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                & the south held very little charm to lyanna, a lady who preferred CHILL
                OPEN SPACE  as opposed to  DELICATE CONSTITUTIONS  &  ladies  who
                his true intentions behind  fake  smiles  &,  quite  often, far too well for her
                comfort & she is  not  made  for  SOUTHRON  life  as  it was, far too prickly 
                ‘round their nobles & far too happy to be left to own devices yet SANSA ;;
                                                                       there is little doubt sansa would thrive.

                there were instances FEW &  far between  that  would find she wolf willing
                to  leave lands once governed by  lord father  &  now  by dear brother,  to
                return south for any amount of time,  walk those trailing  paths & smell the
                ocean & , yes , little niece would be one should she so request.

                hand pats  adolescent  arm  as  it  takes hold,  fondness  seeping  through
                even  such basic action & there  has  never  been  any doubt that  FAMILY
                has seen softer sides of wolf blooded woman that no other ever shall.

❝   It would be my honor, sweetling.   ❞

                &  ALREADY  there  is  a  plan  forming  within  mind ,  fresh  winter  roses 
                woven  together & decorating auburn  locks all the while  wishing,  hoping
                that  any  floral crown  placed  there  would  not  be  done  so  by  one  of 
                ROYALE blood & such  is forever  heavier  than  one would ever expect of
                something forged of bloom & stem & t'is a  tradition she hopes dear niece
                never to be a part of.

                                             ❝ I shall teach you & we can make one for each other ;;
                                             & we could  even  make  one  for  your  SISTER  & your
                                             LADY MOTHER  if  you  so  desire.  &  I  do not imagine
                                             your brothers or your father would decline either. ❞

(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.