oh yes, doubtless Northern maid lay correct - feigned his manner entirely, for disinterest he bore in adorning any blossoms in circlet upon his brow, nestled amongst gilded tresses. Fascinating, degree in which some so came to adore fragile petals and beauty of which accompanied they - yet in beauty, The Stranger too made it’s presence known - for plucked as thus, the blooms would wither; beauty would fade akin to flesh of man. For in realm of mortals, none could so escape nor deny death’s icy touch.
No matter, we walk with death hand in hand, dancing upon it’s strings till it shall take us into final embrace - embrace of which your precious flowers come to.
Yet his posture softens, mannerisms visibly relaxed compared to previous display as young knight settled himself in a sitting position upon the earth - a position of vulnerability, aye, for at maiden’s tender mercies he placed himself.
❛ One less inclined towards recognition of various traits common to each region might well believe you of southern birth, for current manner of dress and hair.. yet were truth one to voice - in this instance, myself - you’ve still the look of a Notherner about you.
But do not seek to insult me, my lady. I bear what I must, as e’er I have - as too I shall in this hour, should you so intend.❜
northern hues trace motion made as ever YOUTHFUL KNIGHT deigned to lower self ‘pon ground && tongue must go bitten ( !! ) else quip might just slither firth && set off sense of peace 'tween to RUIN( would not earth stain purity of cloth worn? sully pride should eyes of another land ‘pon but by mere change? CURIOSITY, ever besetting sin, for such scenario comes to well within trim breast what would he do ??) ;; own posture shifts, legs unfurling&&hands slipping back to bare slight weight, furrows && folds going pressed into soft flesh of palms under contact with grasses with little notice, little care ( surely he would JUMP, would DENY ;; all did once age grew too high, own brothers nonexempt from such base FRIVOLITY, masculine hubris fortifying opuline bone in manner deemed unflattering by stubborn, adolescent mentality. )
&& pleasure fills tender mien, sets apples of sun-touched cheeks alight ;; full visage AGLOW with simple phrase uttered ( she does not seek to be anything save northern, all untamed frost && cast iron palms, icicles for teeth&&curl of ribs && DIREWOLF claws lengthening && shortening 'pon command ;; there is no use for southron tricks&&falsified fragility for girl clothed in winter&& crowned with frost as opposed to courtly daggers, all IRON instead of silken gentility)&& she has half the mind to prove him right, to slip forth from SHACKLES surrounding very bones whenever lord father brought her south in useless hope she shant grow SOFT or GENTLE, malleable as he so desired, ready to be delivered ;; pretty&& pink, perfection of blushing bride.
❛ If you should go INSULTED by such a thing, I worry for what delicate sensibilities you must have. Bear what you will if you must ;; however, I know not if you are serious or speak jest ( !! ) at my behalf. So DRY a wit you have. Be warned, I shall make you truly smile, shall make you LAUGH from that belly of yours if it shall be the last thing I do!! ❜
so certain is she of her words, conviction emanating with ease from skill sharpened 'pon ears of BROTHERS && SERVANTS alike ( those who fall to whims && searching eyes without struggle, leaving winter queen SPOILED&& ever so self assured without fail )&& here once more she shifts, balance set to precarious sway as but singular hand lifts, DECROWNING self in favor of fair knight, floral circlet dropped without celebration save peak of rose tongue caught 'tween rows of pure teeth ;; mere EMPTY QUESTION carried out in split moment decision &&pride shows 'pon delicate curvature of mien as admiration is openly given.
she knows these shades red && yellow &&gold-gold-gold ;; wrapping herself within sense of ROYALTY as opposed to lions fur&& mere appearance causes steps to falter, quell( there are not fellow ladies grouped 'round to announce intentions to, chaperone of elder brother sister to interfere. )
&& NORTHERN GIRL watches for several beats of iron clad heart. she is beautiful, this lannister, yet, surely, in same way of wolf maid ;; lovely yet DANGEROUS ;; something within curvature of mien differing from simpering frailty of other southron ladies && such rouses curiosity to well within breast, slink ‘long ICICLE forged skeletal frame && finally does she call out, notify of presence, palms curling 'round rail && trim form leaning just so.
toss it, first instinctual response ; yet chivalry to degree raised unto, belief yet flourished within his heart, his flesh. No matter strained relations betwixt their families, regardless of bile of which rose in his throat at mere thought of simple exchange with Lord Rickard, Brandon, Eddard, or even young Benjen… yet queerly enough, absent such in the maid’s presence. Would insult he risk, driving forth pang of guilt within himself at disappointment marring northern lady’s visage ; or allow pride to bend, to bow - albeit for a temporary expanse of time?
Choice, unveiled itself - simple enough, truly ; yet perchance with query posed, offer of gift in itself merely hypothetical. Oh, for then with ease t’would be voiced - feigned smile graced lionheart’s lips, and alight his eyes so displayed themselves.
❛ What sort of knight would I be, were I not to bear a lady’s favor with the proper display of graces?
For to insult stands last upon my list of intents. ❜
chuckle comes, rolls ‘long curvature of rounds of shoulders as it slips, near silently, betwixt roseate tiers ;; disinterest caught, of that little doubt pokes && pricks in dissatisfaction though, truth be told, intent to weave words && meaning with slick of tongue whollyNONEXISTENT &&, surely, even simple dullard would have managed to read 'tween lines that open, cut bare && laid wide for others to slip on through with such dreadful ease.
❛ Let none say you’ve not a way with words However, I have half the mind to call your bluff, Lannister. ❜
( curiosity pushes 'tween shoulder blades&&digs unto spine, works its way to mouth to trace 'long edges of tongue && she almost comes to DEMAND PROOF, ser lion, of that which you offer 'pon own floral muscle in response to uttered query half FALSIFIED&& half juvenile. )
instead circlet goes dropped 'pon own head, crowning self QUEEN with blues && whites && yellows nestled so sweetly 'pon northern curls wild && unbound with naught a care ;; in this moment she is NATURE SPRITE, adolescent royale born of blooms && sunlight as opposed to wolf within wool of sheep && when she smiles t'is but SACCHARINE coated && full of childish naivety, innocence so rarely seen during loathed visits south at lord fathers whim.
❛ How do I look ?? Perfectly southron? Perhaps I ought make you one, mayhaps then you’ll finally SMILE ;; a true one, not one of those FALSE smile s of yours. Quite a bit of insult, you know, faking a smile towards a lady. Not very befitting a knight. ❜
❝ What would you do should I make you a FLOWER CROWN ?? ❞
vocables flow with HUMMING tonality, lack of intent coloring statement made && in its place resides but mere curiosity as to what little lion man would do should he go gifted by precocious she wolf ;; should he take that which goes offered from politeness or ignore in slight of hands that wove blooms together with skill born of practice over the years.
(&& she feels she knows, she knows, she knows probabilities of outcomes though she goes unused to others turning down such gifts when offered as opposed to simply DROPPING them 'pon their head without ceremony ( as if they were ever given a choice, vast majority being those who work ‘round stone walls of home EMPLOYEE to daughter of BOSS) && he is not bound by such restrictions. )
He turned his head towards the woman when she spoke, curious to hear her talking. He had not had the occasion to talk to her before, but he did not see why such a thing could not happen. It was not like he had something against the northern girl.
“Some even say I am a snake.”He replied, shrugging slightly - the comparison had never really bothered him.“Quite the same way they say you are a flower.”
❝ No one wants to be a FLOWER. ❞
a grimace marring visage as huff does to tonality ;; flowers wither & die & are given worth by the ATTRACTIVENESS of their bloom, their scent no, being a flower was not for her. ( half finished crown held ‘tween ever DELICATE digits seems mocking & she near wants to destroy it on mere principle alone. )
❝ Do they call you a snake because you are COLD BLOODED ? Or simply because you are a MARTELL? ❞
O, well he might ; for standards set to self e’er would gilded youth view entirely superior when held in comparison towards more feral handlings. Nose, upturned ; arrogance bred within bones, within flesh & blood - to so reduce self .. rather, indulge in act patriarch would deem like to shame their kin - a Lannister of Casterly Rock, mingling - interacting with a Stark of Winterfell.
❝ You assume much, my lady. Firstly, that interest I bear towards supervision. Secondly, that I would so blatantly risk Lord Rickard’s ire. Thirdly… shall I continue? ❞ A raise of brow, as pointedly lion voiced truths ; much known, aye ; for risk posed. Reckless spirit he lay, & yet.. why waste breath on such of this, absent cause?
For failed had she, to give him want.
To urge he to take up arms, & properly mentor her. A boy, a knight at the age of five and ten… he might well, for valor & skill proven upon the field ; yet.. would amusement it bring? Or only further headache.
❝ Come, Lady Lyanna ; tempt me, then. Give me cause to remain, to risk your father’s rage. ❞
Machalite irises alight with mischief ; perchance this would prove worth a sliver of time, albeit limited.
❝ Are you AFRAID of my father? ❞
curiosity, intrigue bred within tonality, doubt clouding irises the shade all kin share & she would never be FIRST in line to offer complement to any lion yet here the thought strikes as LAUGHABLE. they speak of the wolves as if they were nothing, as if mere name should turn tongue to rot within gilt mouths & yet here was one who claimed the wish to avoid something of one beyond mere presence before him.
& here is curvature of lips, AMUSED curling at mere idea & utterance is not designed to bend knight to whim so blatantly desired or even to allow CLARIFICATION for there is internal struggle to refuse curves of shoulders their want to shake with force of withheld laughter threatening to set ever falsified delicacy of frame to rock with its force.
( truly, t'was unexpected. )
❝ TRULY I never would have thought that a YOUNG KNIGHT would fear an OLD MAN in any sense. ❞
a shift of stance & she feels so very young, mere CHILD embroiled within attempts to bend another to whims, to receive what is so desired when t'is he who holds all the cards for he has EVERYTHING & she NOTHING in comparison ‘less she strike right, true at pride lord tywin has surely instilled eldest son & if there is anything anyone knows, be they noble or not, it is PRIDE is forever ones downfall, the button to push over & over & still over again.
❝ Feel free to decline in fear, I shant stop you. HOWEVER … ❞
( & here is break in speech designed under practice with own brothers & there is hope churning within breast that such tactic would work on one of shared blood chugging through frost bitten veins. minute alteration to match given scenario & everything rests on whether words of desire to remain free of lord fathers ire is true. )
❝ If you shall not stay, I shall find someone to take your place. Let us HOPE that nothing foul comes to pass & I am INJURED or, gods forbid, WORSE for I shall be made to give explanation to my father as to why I was with someone undesirable … to which I should have to reply ;;
’ I had asked JAMIE LANNISTER to remain yet he DECLINED & I had to find another in his stead. ’
I wonder which would be seen as WORSE to my father …. ❞
❝ — 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.
❝ 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. ❞
& 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,
{ soft mantua streams on picturesque, emerald grass, accompanied by the sweet sound of a natural orchestra: the trill of lively coloured birds & crystal, cold water descending from luxurious marble fountains. it is the perfect SANCTUARY of silence a girl queen could ask for. a garden of eden ━━━━━ where the sun beams wash away the misdeeds & turn dust into gold. where angels who have contravened the supreme sculptor receive their wings back; but not the ones who have fallen. azure sky like a pallium; to camouflage evil & the BROKEN existence of rose petals that have been dipped in b l o o d.
& she is all carved from alabaster skin, the shadow of a silhouette, the pale projection that is only verdant by vibrant colours & black, schorl tourmaline head. her sensitive hearing catches something more than sounds of nature; an euphonious glee that makes amaranth lips s m i l e.
how her YOUNG soul longs for the fields of scotland; but her brain is in command, as it should be; the lusty combination of being a good monarch. the reverie is dispersed when petioles of silk land on the ground at her feet. knees bend, candid concern & empathy making heart shiver at the thought of injury, slender fingertips landing softly on the stranger’s arm. }
‘ dear Lord !are you alright ? ’
she is heralded as WILD , as BOYISH , this little winter queen who toted it’s chill within her very bones, technicolor veins as it afforded her a sense of livelihood where it would surely turn another sluggish & so very cold instead but starks thrive amid the unthrivable & she is no exception ;; this ever CHILDISH lady who acts without care to fine silks & ropes of jewels, pearls 'round slender throat, careful coil of hair made a mess in wake of her fun.
& she knows but LITTLE of court away from lord fathers own, knows but little those who revel within sun & warmth as opposed to desolation, prime WILDERNESS surrounding stone keep of her home but scant knowledge is enough no matter the place for COURT is COURT no matter the location & surely a fool has been made & it is she, oh northern bred lady decorating french ground with embroidered silk after colliding with she of ROYALE birth, SOVEREIGN decree.
ALABASTARINE digits curl, lissome lengths disappearing within wealth of creme & the grey of her family & ever RARE is it that child of the WOLF should appear cowed but emotion is reserved for royals alone for however BLUE she may be, evidence of KINGS & QUEENS within her line had all but disappeared from noble ichor rushing through paltry veins & training, schooling may have failed on many a subject, but how to treat BETTERS was ingrained so perfectly, even if the one before her was not own ruler.
❝ Forgive me ! I must have been enjoying myself too much to pay proper attention. ❞
& is it HALF A LIE yet suitably so for any who had encountered winded could attest that attention had been given & t'was SENSE that had been lacking instead & of that she is so very much guilty, this stranger within strangers court, clad in clan colors as opposed to myriad of glimmering hue to match others 'round born station ;; ROYALE & NOBLE alike , mingling during festivities held by host & she knows naught of what brings forth such merriment but chance had been taken to SHUCK such stiffing court persona for a spell.
( & she is not made for GENTLENESS & FINE MANNERS ;; but rather the essence of CHILDS PLAY & she does not entertain title of SHE WOLF for naught after all ;; she is all teeth & wildness contained within soft flesh & roseate lips, eyes grey instead of lupineGOLD. )
Fleeting was the first glance that the Prince had laid upon the young northern Lady, but even its brief moment had been enough to leave a mark in him. An image that seemed to be engraved in his mind’s eye now for he found himself unable of erasing it. Rhaegar is known to be a man of great beauty, admitted so by many so it was of normal occurrence to have many women (and men) trying to catch his attention; even if it was just for a one night event. It’s because of this, that the silver haired male has seen many beauties but none had ever caught his attention, mayhaps because he was never one to engage in sexual behaviors other than his wife.
But now everything has changed, ever since his indigo hues caught sight of the wolf blooded beauty.
❝ I am pleased that you found amusement in the gardens. I was enjoying the view of you doing so.❞
Often because he didn’t exactly care for flirts or flings, the Dragon Prince is not exactly the best in these kinds of advances. However, he was like a smith in the arts of words, allowing the man to be quite smooth with his tongue; a skill he uses when dealing with diplomats and complicated situations.
Rhaegar observed as the woman’s expression changed now that the situation was cleared, gaining a more confident facade that made him smirk a little. The fiery spark he had first witnessed was growing more right before his eyes and he liked that.
❝ Only if my Lady wishes to make one for me.❞
& northern wrought lady has little care for beauty not forged in STEEL & refused warmth of her palm, allows it LITTLE acknowledgement when it comes in fabric or fanciful embroidery or even MAN for, regardless of lack of desire, she belongs to another or shall soon enough & so does PRINCE before her, yet not even she can deny that which lay within planes of ROYALE countenance however off limits.
eyes widen ever slightly under utterance given , SURPRISE filling curvature of own noble mien at unexpected statement from crown prince, & she cannot stop the flush of PLEASURE thrumming through veins & limbs where, if another had spoken such annoyance would have flooded senses instead ;; perhaps such is the influence of the CROWN.
& for a moment it is silence, the pantomime of consideration as lips twist in feigned concentration & gaze travels ROYALE form as if judging what is before her but smile returns quick enough & she is, once more, epitome of YOUTH & enjoyment.
❝ I believe that could be arranged LORD PRINCE. ❞
already image occupies mind, blossoms & hues that would suit son of sovereign DRAGON for this is not like with kin where aim would land with clashing colors & laughter wrought by brothers wearing it all the same.
Such reactions of shock and surprise, and even embarassment, were not foreign to the Dragon Prince, for many times he had stumble upon fellow Knights, servants or friends in a rather distracted manner. Sometimes the fault was his own for reading a book while walking down the aisles of the Keep and Dragonstone, while other times, it was the other’s. This time however, perhaps the two of them held the equal amount of blame.
Rhaegar was distracted by the hypnotic state in which he had befallen at the sight of the young northern female. Ever since first laying eyes upon the woman, something had changed drastically in him. But he could still not quite place with certainty what. At her excuse, he simply waved a hand in a dismissive manner while shaking his head once, a half smile gracing his thin lips.
❝ You did nothing wrong, my Lady. Perhaps I should be the one asking forgiveness for intruding since you were obviously having fun.❞
The silver haired male stated with a hint of humor in his deep, iron laced voice.
& she seeks to smile, to allow cheeks to dimple in the wake of everything being alright, the fact that trouble has been alluded once more & is that not something to celebrate for this wild lady who has problematic instances trailing at her skirts? she expected something, anything ;; distrust, distaste to grace royale mien at discovery of noble child caught by flora after so obviously taking liberties, gallivanting within the gardens of his home like some uncouth urchin as opposed to blue blood decked in silks but instead slate stained gaze catches sight of smile however thin, ears catch humor within timbre &, yes, so smile does come.
❝ N-no, your grace. No forgiveness is necessary on this part for they are your gardens where my fun had been held. ❞
rare stutter from lips of ever the self assured girl as hands discretely pull, pull, pull ( !! ) until, finally, skirt is released & she jumps to her feet. embarrassment managed to cow what was believed to be uncowable as manners ingrained within ivory of bones takes over, head bowing & hands folding together as she fights to keep color from dusting curvature of cheeks & only royales are capable of instilling such within her, such perfectly mannered propriety where others would have been gifted with wolven normality honed within northern home instead.
& when finally visage lifts, gone is embarrassment, gone is awkwardness & surely hints of true nature shine through such fragile manners spit open by curl of lips ever roseate ;; an air of inquiry already forms an aura about her, even ‘fore head cants ever slightly, 'fore lips part to allow utterance flow o'er curvature & into atmosphere surrounding.
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.
ONE. for the child of the north ( ’ princess princess princess ’ they call though royal title she does not possess ) ;; reveler in all she can && though she is small she it mighty, a girl with the eyes of a wolf, quick to smile, to laugh, to cry when brothers leave her behind. she who buries herself in stories&&song&&wide open air ;; wild child, she wolf, maiden betrothed with laurel within locks &&splinters within flesh of palms, mud ‘pon thick finery of skirts as winter roses grow to rot besides bed. follows lyanna from childhood through to her death at the tower of joy && beyond. face claims include bailee madison, hailee steinfeld, samantha barks, gemma arterton && olga kurylenko. >arc one. arc two. arc three. arc four. arc five. alt arc five a.alt arc five b.
TWO. for the girl with blue blood, royal blood ;; descended of kings&&queens&& when dragons came to burn it all, loyalty went pledged&&titles kept. royale of winter in name && degree, she who bares teeth&&rides withnaughta care beyond all that father rules over. face claims include sarah bolger. an au verse where the starks kept their royal title after the targaryens came. there is no betrothal to robert && while she is a princess, there is no betrothal to rhaegar either though it is capable of being put into play if so desired.arc onearc two.
THREE. for the girl with bruised knuckles&& more of daddies money than his accountants ;; silver plated&&rosy cheeked, money is of no consequence to those among nations finest&& while you must look close, designer labels are in her blood. for the girl who is meant to go far&& falls to statistics ;; yet another teenage, unwedmother( ’ HOMEWRECKER ’ headlines will one day scream) bullies beware, thou shalt go destroyed for she is called feral by those on wrong end of kicks, of punches, the occasional snap ( !! ) of ivory teeth ;; labeled wild&&uncouth by those knocked down&& oh so many have lost their pride, shattered shards about her feet like victims felled to massacre of righteous anger&& she stands ‘pon them like crowned queen. modern verse following lyanna through childhood through adulthood. trigger warnings include underage sex, teen pregnancy. face claims include bailee madison, hailee steinfeld, samantha barks, olga kurylenko && gemma arterton. arc onearc twoarc two. arc threearc three. arc four.
FOUR. she who counts her years in bloodied teeth, tells time with pinched wallets ;; just as likely to smile ( all pretty&&sweet) as she is to steal all that you have, put a bullet somewhere only doctors can retrieve. for the girl among thieves&&murderers, crooked&&corrupt, those with no honor save any by the name of ’ STARK ' && even that goes measured by a hangmans noose. an modern au crime verse. face claims include bailee madison, hailee steinfeld, samantha barks, olga kurylenko && gemma arterton. arc one.arc two.arc three.
FIVE. a closed verse with aroseofyork where mary plataganet finds herself in winterfell. lord stark gains a ward && lyanna a sister. faceclaim in play is nina dobreva.
SIX.. a CATCH ALL verse tagged in addition to any of the above when i feel like using another face claim as opposed to my mains. face claims include odeya rush, antonia vasylchenko, india eisley, eva green, nicola peltz && jenny boyd.
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Hello there ( !! ) My name is Jailin, 22 years old, she/her pronouns, living in san diego california. I attend school currently, though I probably classify more as a part time student. I'm currently in my final year of studying for my diploma at adult school && after that I hope to enter art school. In my spare time I enjoy reading, writing, pretty much anything art related ( drawing, sculpting, pottery, painting, working on photoshop, wire work etc etc. ) I enjoy the crap out of miyazaki && tim burton && they are my idols, my dream being to work with the latter for a living. I have a dirty mouth & a habit of calling others pet names && if you don't like that, please don't hesitate to let me know ( !! ) On top of a skype, i also have a line && a kik &&if you'd like one just shoot me a message && i'll hand them over. Do not hesitate to add me on any of these, all I request is that you let me know who you are. c:
This is an account for lyanna stark of asoiaf as you can probably tell. I follow the books story line despite her being dead by the time these events happen && pay little to zero attention to what happens on the show for I've since stopped watching it. It is possible for this account to be NSFW in regards her story line ( character death, underage sex && pregnancy ) && the nature of the series, meaning the typical fare ( injury, weaponry, death, etc ). I do not believe she was raped in the twoer of joy, however, depending on the story line played out, there might be possible illusions given what I believe her mental state was by the time rhaegar left to fight. The rumored ' kidnapping ' is another thing i do not believe to have happened the way most people state when they dispute it ;; i believe she went willing, though not fully comprehending, && eventually wanted to go home by the time word of the demise of rickard && brandon reached her ears, however, as we know, she was still in the tower when she died, guarded from retrieval despite this && as such I will play it out as a sort of captivity at the end.
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little girl of the wolf ;; one day someone will wish to possess you { r u n!! } do not allow their words to sway you ;; ( they will kill you. )
it flows through her veins with such startling clarity && dictates her every movement ;; a wolf in a cage is worth everything && she is nothing if not ETERNALLY free 'til cloak of stag is placed 'round curve && her life is expected to swerve.
&& she would much rather be seen as TALENTED than simply BEAUTIFUL for beauty can always fade &&she refuses to disappear with age. she seeks to ride && life yet fate is cruel in giving her breasts && future fitting for never is life to be own.
she is dirty&&damaged yet crowned in slight of princess, wife, mother && all 'round smiles died as BEAUTIFUL PRINCE chose her above all && if she had any sense she would have run but sense comes in spurts && goes lost in the MOMENT.
it takes the form of SPURNED WIFE && arms 'round her waist as hoofs pound ground && traverse yawning distance ;; it is ANGERED men &&crying women, melted metal && burnt flesh. marks of strangulation 'round northern neck && the taste of WAR.
it takes the form of SPURNED WIFE && arms 'round her waist as hoofs pound ground && traverse yawning distance ;; it is ANGERED men &&crying women, melted metal && burnt flesh. marks of strangulation 'round northern neck && the taste of WAR.
ALONE in unfamiliar place with unfamiliar men as belly swells&&apologies go unheard 'til WAR is echoing rounded walls && she SCREAMS not for brother to be her SAVIOR but t'is far too late as white turns red red redder && heart begins to stumble.
NAME ;; Lyanna Stark ALIAS ( ES ) ;; Lya, She wolf, Wolf Maid NATIONALITY ;; Westerosi PLACE OF BIRTH ;; Winterfell
BUILD ;; slight & slender & a core of iron EYE COLOR ;; Stark grey HAIR COLOR ;; brunette DISTINGUISHING MARKS ;; perpetual skinned knees, hands baring tales of makeshift swords & a handful of scars born of rough play alone or with siblings.
HOUSE ;; House Stark of Winterfell RELIGION ;; the Old Gods STATUS ;; Nobility with royal blood ASSOCIATIONS ;; blue winter roses, snow, (dire)wolves , bravery, loyalty, torn dresses & bloody fingers, the smell of frost, flowers & wood.
DIVERGENT.
marlene almost died that night in 1981 but by some miracle she managed to pull through. she was admitted to st. mungos under a different name && those who attended her &&knew her previously were sworn to secrecy under threat of memory charm. it took her several months to be able to move freely enough to be discharged. her time in the hospital was largely lonely, the numbers who knew she was alive were few &&far between by own request && there was still a war outside leaving visitation to become a hard thing to achieve. those who visited && were in the know were, like her healers, were sworn to secrecy by own will.
after being released, she knew she could not return to her home village in scotland, nor could she return to her flat in hamstead. instead she relocated to bourton-on-the-water under a new name ;; amara bellerose. marlene mckinnon was dead && so was her history so she became a half blood who had attended hogwarts a year earlier && had been sorted into hufflepuff. unable to touch her own funds, she had money all but forced upon her but pride kept her from accepting anything more than was needed to keep her out of the gutter.
she managed to find a job rather quickly as a barmaid at a wizarding tavern that didn't look too closely && in the years that followed she became the manager && then came to own the establishment. her choice in residence && work was rewarding, due to the original owners lack of care, many casual meets of death eaters would take place in the darkened corners. it took a few years for marlene to be confident enough to traverse close enough to serve without giving her true identity away, but even at the bar was she able to hear their whispers. even dead she could be of use to the cause if only for a little while before the close.
after the war ended, marlene remained, living her life in secrecy because there was next to no one left to return to ;; the majority of the order had been killed in action && of those who survived, they largely went back to their own lives && marlene couldn't bare to force her way back into their lives. she made a home in bourton-on-the-water, made herself a presence if only slightly && her attempt, && somewhat success, to build a new life was fortunate for it started all over again.
she continued what she had started in the first war, listening in && it was easier this time. years had passed && no one thought to look for the face of a dead twenty year old witch in a thirty something year old. she flirted && complemented though her disgust && passed on all she knew to dumbledore && mcgonagall, intel once more. she would venture her old haunts again, chance meetings with other order members, but rarely those who didn't know the secrecy surrounding her. for all most knew, she was just a faceless, nameless member until voldemorts final stand.
PERMISSIONS !!
PHYSICAL CONTACT. Lyanna is used to physical contact, both giving & receiving & if she’s comfortable with you, you can bet she’ll touch you in some way. The more she likes you, the more intimate her touches will become, however, if you are not one she considers family ( blood related or no ) most of her initiated contact will be somewhat distant until she reaches a point where she is fond enough of your character that it shows.
INJURE. come at me, dude. i’m all for it. Lyanna dies canonically & she can be quite reckless; I’m willing to bet she has a couple of scars hidden beneath her skirts from sword fighting with Benjen or horse riding or even climbing trees to watch her brothers come & go or hide from her Septa & her Lord Father. Injuring it no problem for me, incidental or not; however you can be sure that if you set out to injure her, she will fight back. She has not gained the title ‘she-wolf’ at such a young age without reason. However, she is a highborn lady && a sister to wolves at that ;; it would be a dangerous thing to injure her by intent for it will not slide.
GUIDELINES !!
INTERACTION. I’m all for it all the time. In character, out of character, always feel free to hit me up. Talk to me if there is something you want to see or something you need ( tags, clarification, etc ) or if you just want to chat. Answer my opens, point me in the direction of one of yours, tag me in things (feel free to do so without talking to me if you’d like. Surprise things are fun for the whole group. ) Multiple threads are fun as well, if you’d like to do more than one thing at any given time.
REPLIES. Please do not pester me about them if I don’t get to them right away or if I’m replying to other threads before I get to yours. If I’m not happy with a reply then I won’t post it until I am, or sometimes I just don’t have the muse for that particular thread. I will get to it, I promise. However if it’s been a week or so, you can hop into my ask and poke me about them if you’re concerned and I’ll let you know the status or sometimes tumblr’s a butt and doesn’t show things and you’re actually helping me. Matching your length to mine is not important, do not feel as if it’s a requirement; just do what you’re happy with.
FOLLOW BACKS. follow backs can be sporadic, coming either right away, after a period of time or simply never coming && for that I apologize but it’s in order to keep my dash full of people I can see myself interacting with character wise && post wise. I am selective with who I follow as well as with who I thread with. Of course, if you wish to continue to follow, please do go ahead ;; however I am not looking for a number nor am I looking to be one. If I have yet to follow you, or you would really like me to so we can do things ;; the easiest way is to interact with me. respond to opens, to new follower posts, send me things ——- let me know that you are interested && I will see what I can do.
RELATIONSHIPS. my ships for vary, mostly due to reading fanfiction, not gonna lie. they include, but are not limited to ;; lyanna x howland, lyanna x arthur dayne && lyanna x brandon. personally, I do not ship lyanna x rhaegar or lyanna x robert though i am more than willing to play them out as they are important to the character. what is really important is chemistry between the characters. Just because you ship something, or I ship something, or we ship something together does not mean that our characters will mesh that way; please bear that in mind. I like when things progress naturally ( i.e not forced. ) I will never force a ship on you and I would hope you would afford me the same courtesy. i do not see a ship meme as forcing a ship.
SMUT. I am open to smut ;; mun is 20+, however lyannas main time frame is 14 - 15 before she disappears with rhaegar meaning tread with caution in that particular area. However, the question should not be if I am willing to smut ;; it should be if I am willing to smut with you. If I am not comfortable with you, there will be no sexy times, I apologize. We do not have to be best friends, but there needs to be some sort of connection between us.
EXCLUSIVE. I am open to exclusives && mains with the sole stipulation being that we've threaded before or, at the very least, worked through character things ooc. if I am mutuals with a soley exclusive blog, I will adhere to their preference. if you wish to be exclusive, please feel free to hmu.
