╳ ┊❛ @serjaimes.  

                          ^{❛     your shoes are scuffed.     ❜}

                 ^{vocables painted with nonchalance.  she makes bench her bed, head propped by twist of arms && ankles crossed. prim && proper. lashes shadow olive flesh, eyes quaintly closed              status of shoes unknown, truly, yet identity recognized. lannisters walk like lannisters only   (  she’s long ago learned  )   && particular steps devoid of feminine sway ;; it is brother, not sister. posture shifts, head turning && curve of cheek coming to rest ‘pon slope of slender shoulder to allow for proper visibility as, here, eyes open with sun fueled slowness. laziness.} 

                ^{singular arm lifts, fingers curling to point   (  ’ don’t be rude ’ whispering voice tickles mentality, goes nudged away. not a care.  )   && lips curl with exaggerated sweetness 'pon oval mein.          ❛     you’ve also something on your shoulder there. think it might be alive.     ❜          && she’s like cat in the sun ;; liquid muscles && feline arch to spine. arm drops, rests 'pon flat of belly where lissome digits absently press 'gainst the fine fabric.          ❛     'less that’s fashion choice ?? new fad ?? tiny pets.     ❜}

^{‘ SHE WOLF, SHORT AND IRRITATING. ‘}

^{i give you flower crowns && this is how you repay me @serjaimes ???}

❛ how boring.

                 Trials throughout years ‘pon underneath his boots, weighted upon his shoulders. E’er would it return to Aerys, to eve of reckoning, when crimson stained shining steel  - as innocents were put to slaughter, while his eyes were turned. Too young, Barristan the Bold had believed he, when the Lannister’s heir had been raised to Kingsguard ; too young - a boy yet at that time, truly, and only he brave enough to do as needed doing.  

     That boy had desired naught more than to lay akin to Arthur Dayne, if not greater - yet his honor sullied, tainted - Kingslayer then, no more in the eyes of others throughout those years. His maiming too, took it’s toll ; faint silver visible throughout golden mane. A pale thing, pale shadow of former self - within ivory he garbed himself, and claimed vigil within vast halls of the Red Keep. 

           A voice interrupted silence.

                              Long unheard, yet recognized - familiar in own way,
                        though impossible, utterly impossible. For long ago, death
                         had claimed it’s source, she of whom uttered such tones. 

                A turn upon feet, agile yet - and eyes widened, 
                   as own sanity he lead to question.

                     ❛ You can’t be here. ❜ 

                ^{for brief moment surprise gains allowance to seep through dead veins ‘fore mien twists ;; disappointment shines in all it’s exaggerated glory && death has not lessened characteristic expressions oft near too large for containment within visage. incorporeal form shifts, tilts 'till she’s right side up && eye level, faded, bare toes devoid of contact with flooring below && head shakes, hidden tongue clucking in disapproval as hands come to rest 'pon hips, slender digits just shy of blood decorating.}

                                             ^{❛   that is not very original. i’m disappointed … i expected a lot more of you … rather, i would have, had i known you’d be capable of seeing me.   ❜}

                ^{rounds of shoulders droop, sound of huff works through nose yet no true exhalation goes given   (  lungs no longer shift 'round air though notice is hardly taken ;; without burn nestled within emptied chest cavity, speech able to continue days, years, undisturbed should desire go forged.  )   eyes rake, naught but curiosity held within colorless gaze 'till               ;; t'is heady lack of surprise of that which goes observed ;; tall && strong && such a pretty, pretty blonde, linking bridge unneeded to see resemblance, to see teenager of years past yet almost, she wishes she didn’t.   (  lack of quips, quick thinking, memories of youth leave her wanting.  )}

                ^{&& again legs lift, cross 'neath shield of sullied skirt ;; every move made, every inch separating insubstantial form from that around her calculated for living eyes, a silent answer to statement made.   (  ’ no, but i am ;; i’m here && isn’t that just grand ?? ’ reach for contact would go made yet she knows nothing would come of it save gentle chill as pallid digits disappeared through wrist, chest, tip of nose.  )}

                                             ^{❛   is that all you’ve to say to me? no greeting after …        all these years? time blends for me, unfortunately ;; how long have i been dead?   ❜     && here is grin arriving on tail spin, as brilliant as it had been in life, all flashing teeth && apples of cheeks just shy of gaining sweet dimples.     ❛   && have you missed me greatly ??   ❜}

(Source: ofwolfmaidsmoved)

( ❛ & serjaimes )

                ^{&& she comes into existence midair, upside down ;; long hair && white gown trailing   (  red tips && soaked fabric, very vision of TRAGEDY past  )   ;; knees draw to chest, little care for propriety, flashes of insubstantial flesh as faded gaze lands ‘pon golden figure, ever the unexpected presence && for a moment, SPECTER IS SILENT, watching from behind 'fore voice slips   (  there is notable lack of rust caused by disuse ;; still she speaks in DEATH && often, GHOSTLY vocables falling 'pon deaf ears more oft than not, unanswered conversation starters continual reminder of status. here voice is, still as sweet, still as strong 'neath flowery tonality of adolescence lost.  )}

                                     ^{❛               You’re getting old, Jamie Lannister.   ❜}

███┊❛ & ; jaimes !!

      ❛ And what bluff is that? ❜ 

               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.}

                                  ❛ Perfect. ❜

(Source: ofwolfmaidsmoved)

███┊❛ & ; ser jaime.

                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  wholly  NONEXISTENT  &&, 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.   ❜}

(Source: ofwolfmaidsmoved)

███┊❛ & ; serjaimes

                     ^{❝   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.  )}

                                                 ^{❝   Would you WEAR it ?? Or toss it, perhaps?   ❞}