( ❛ & mary. )

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                THERE IS A
        curl of fingers around the wolfish pale
        skin of the Stark  -   it was soft and yet
        experience  of   land  that  surrounded
        them  was  settled  there in  the  palm
        as     she    squeezed    their     hands.

            She  nodded   an  answer   -   quick  and   forcing   wild   curls
            to dip  and fall  over shoulder  -  and in  that moment  there is
            a smile.  One only  given to the lady afore her;;  for it is one of
            deep thanks.  For gloom and sadness would have crept into
            this white rosed heart had the beating boom of Lyanna’s not
                                                            met with hers in deep sisterhood.

                Both are pulling and tugging the other;; happy whoops and squeals
               coming  past  rosy lips  as  fair  skin  breathes  colour  upon  cheeks.

                                                          “He cannot.”

        Reply is  given as  they spot  the
        stable  and  there  is  a  flurry  of
        delighted  giggles  given  to  the
        curt Northern  breeze that blows
                                           through hair.

    “Let us have ourselves an adventure! We should go to where you
    found me…”   and there  is a  pause in  quick steps  and  a  turn of
    head,   bottom   lip   being   dragged   between   teeth,  ”and  head
    further        past.        Maybe       we       shall       find       something!”

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                there is no doubt that she is a  WILD &  EXCITABLE  thing, born with ichor
                shared with wolves & raised ‘pon  open  air  &  she has been referred to as
                { SAVAGE } before by  those  gentle southron spirits  &  only they would so
                willingly attach a description  so  cruel  to one who enjoyed only freedom
                when they, themselves, were raised within stiffing pressure & overbearing
                rules gone SLACK to those hearty folk within lord fathers lands.

                &  she is not  savage  but  merely  UNTAMED,  used  to  wider cages  than
                others  of  own  noble  ilk  &  longer  tethers  are  hardly  a  curse  to  those
                capable of enjoying  their allowances  'till  end of line is  reached yet little
                winter queen could  no  longer curse  &  flail  at  that  end when it was it’s
                FREEDOMS that allowed friendship to  be  wrought 'tween she & one who
                spoke  of  ENGLISH BLOOD  &  lands  so  foreign  even  to  heavily  tuned
                imagination  &  friendship  is  so  rare  to  her,  lady  so  ensconced  within
                brothers & family  vassals  alike,  full  of  northern  beliefs  & wolfish blood
                & she was very much a HARD thing to swallow  if one did not care enough 
                to look past icen  barbs  but  only  she  could  boast  friend & sister from a
                meet that had started with suspicion & judgmental utterance.

❝   We can find something anywhere ;;
as long as we know where to look.   ❞

                a grin of TRAGEDY for there is plan forming within winter forged mentality
                & such is never good when it comes to daughter of northern warden         ;;
                chance at fun & ADVENTURE fueling tongue already.

                                             ❝ We could head towards the WALL. I do not believe
                                  we have been able to go very  far in  that direction & t'would
                                  be an ADVENTURE by  any  means.  & if any seeks to bother
                                  with us, do not worry ;; ❞

                feet quell in motion &  hand reaches  into  folds  of  skirts  gone hidden by
                fur lines cloak meant for warmth & providing  a shield without intention &
                when it withdraws it is just enough to allow light to glint off silver blade.

                                             ❝                     I SHALL PROTECT 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 }

#ofwolfmaids

HAS WOLVES

drafts. starters owed. inbox.
permanent starter call.
thread tracker.

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.