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. 

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

                     ❛ You can’t be here. ❜ 

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                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 disappointedi 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 ??   ❜

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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

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.