#thread: sansa

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@forgottenelegies

Evie sat in her shop, looking up as she heard the door open. She smiles at the other. "Hi! Welcome to my shop. Are you here to look or would you be interested in an object reading? I have none on the schedule so I absolutely could do one today!" She doesn't do them every day. She has to limit it since they give her headaches. But it's something she enjoys doing, so it's worth it.

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

Drogon takes in what she's saying. "I'm familiar with castles and war." He hates thinking about it, it hurts him too much. He misses his family, is very glad to have Jorah here. "Were there any dragons there?" He couldn't resist asking about them. He was imagining his world, before everything and everyone was taken from him.

HOW TO EXPLAIN Westeros to a (presumed) outsider? Sometimes it felt a fiction even to herself, though the very being of it felt branded into her. She sat up, straightening her hazy back. He was right with Winterfell at least - lovely indeed. Sometimes she missed it, though not the journey it took for her to return and reclaim it. Sometimes it was too full of shadows for her to miss it, and she loved her new home instead. 'Mmm...the difference. It's a very...the bulk of my world there seemed to be grand castles, strongholds, a world where each corner seemed to be tainted with poison, scheming man and encroaching war,' Sansa tried to explain, though reflecting on it was very different to living it. The broader picture, rather than her minute experiences in it. 'Sometimes it felt like living on a precarious scale tipping between winter and summer, and you could only be in either extreme.' Both in weather and as analogy.

[fromtheseventhhell]

Not Arya, Robb, and Jon catching strays for not "warning" Sansa about Joffrey?? As though they didn't all meet him at the same time and have equal opportunity to understand what he was like?? It just blows my mind that somehow everybody can be blamed for her actions regarding Joffrey but Sansa herself. Apparently, she can't be expected to understand anything because nobody sat down and slowly explained everything to her using small words (not even when Ned does just that lol). And then they just ignore the fact that Sansa had a crush on Joffery and actively wanted to marry him? To the point of excusing his behavior when she witnessed his cruelty first-hand? Then they pretend that she was just "coping" with her engagement when she actively argued against Ned breaking it and went to Cersei because she thought she could stop him from doing so. There's no way they like her actual character if this is what they have to come up with to cope with her writing.

[bridgertonphd]

been watching game of thrones against my better judgement and idk why i thought season seven would be good but i just saw it only has seven episodes 😭 there’s still so many moving pieces, more than ten is definitely needed

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

"Well, since we've proved that we're not long lost twins, I'm so confused. This place never ceases to throw surprises at me. " She looks at the other woman. "Well, since we're look a likes, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Scarlett Thomas."

"My parents are also not the type to hide a child anyway," Sansa said. Her father claimed Jon as a bastard - he wasn't actually his son in the end but still - so it didn't make sense for there to be a secret child. She sighed and rolled her eyes, "Just when I thought this place couldn't get any stranger."

[therosepetalrps]

@n0rthsqueen・❥・𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃: for sandor : 〔𝟘𝟛𝟙. 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕖𝕓𝕠 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤〕

『✣』 The rain, thin as it was, had already turned the snow to slush beneath his boots. The cold bit at any hint of exposed skin. Sandor was starting to fear that he'd never get used to it. Although he had the colouring of a Northerner, he did not have their veins — which he was sure were shards of icicles beneath their skin.

The weather was hell on his joints and even crueler to his bad leg. Chasing Her Grace around this godsforsaken castle did it no favours either.

He'd gone to her chambers intent on escorting her to the Great Hall for a long morning of conferring with her vassals. She had not been there; an occurrence which he was growing to expect. The little sneak was worse than her sister had been, he swore.

He trudged across the yard, having already checked the library tower, the kitchens, and nearly two dozen corridors. The rain was picking up, and with it, the clouds were smothering the sun's attempt to rise. He approached the small wooden structure built where the godswood met the Glass Gardens. He saw her silhouette, bolstered by the bulk of a dark, fur-lined cloak. He muttered a curse.

In his dun breeches and drab layers of wool and leather, he often looked more peasant than Queensgaurd. But that was indeed his role, in all but name…and livery. No white cloak, nor emblazoned sigils. Not even of his own house. He was no more a Clegane than he was a Targaryen princess. Not anymore. He was a sword, as he'd always been. Though, he was now a sword swung by a far more merciful hand than any that had wielded him before. If she ever let him swing at all.

Sandor stepped onto the decking, the wooden slats creaking beneath his weight, staring at her back.

❝ 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, ❞ he grunted, by way of greeting. ❝ 𝐍𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍. ❞

[winterreigned]

"I can tell when somebody still wants me." modern theonsa! @prodigum

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄, her eyes roll out of irritation. though frustration lies within herself , for he is entirely right in his accusations. sansa lingers in her dormitory door way , body leaning against the doorframe. slender arms cross over her center to signal her disinterest in the man before her , though clearly her acting skills could still use some work. in truth , theon greyjoy hasn't left her mind , he's plagued dreams and thoughts for three days now. sansa can still feel him , can hear words murmured for her ears only. these memories have been locked away , a private film for herself to enjoy in the late hours of night...

despite it being a night of indulgences and ecstasy , redhead has vowed to never allow it to happen again. theon had been abundantly clear , there would be others in her bed. it wasn't the sacred sanctuary to him that she had donned it to be for her. she was so high on pleasure she didn't truly take his words for what they were , and sansa was no fool. she would never yield to him again , it is self preservation. she truly fears the risk of falling , the risk of growing reliant on him. walls would be erected , she was good at that , after all. besides , she didn't think it would be too much an issue. he seemed eager to make this a one and done.

his text surprises her , asking what she was doing. it could only mean one thing to sansa , they didn't have that type of friendship before. he was always just sort of around , she cannot quite remember a time where there was no theon greyjoy. yet , she's now desperate for a time where she can forget him : just enough to ease this transition. when sansa replies to his text , she offers that margaery went back to highgarden for the weekend. what she hadn't expected was how quickly he had shown up at her dorm ( truthfully , she wasn't even sure he even knew where her dorm room was ). but , here they were now , all the same. sansa had invited him over to gloat , theon very clearly had other ideas.

seeing him in daylight is blinding , regret and yearning , annoyance and lust , they're all a discombobulated coat she wears so thickly. sansa is eager to rip it off , falling victim under the weight of it. ❝ ──── oh, can you? ❞ she leaves him in the doorway , retreating back inside. she is intentional in avoiding the bed , refusing to give him such opportunities and liberties once more. instead, sansa settles on sitting atop the tabletop of her desk , an obvious distance put between them. she isn't sure who she trusts less , theon or herself. still , walls and guard are up. sansa refuses to be another scorned lover of his , she must maintain dignity in this situation while she still has it.

❝ tell me , theon , what is it that tells you i want you? in all honesty , the only thing i want from you is to shut up. ❞ blue eyes watch him cautiously , like a predator stalking its prey. ❝ i get it , i left you wanting more , but as you said , i have pretty boys to go screw. ❞ her words are pointed , intended to be a strike to his exterior. I HADN'T FORGOTTEN , she says without having to truly say it. sansa pauses , afraid this exposes a layer of hurt she will not allow him to see. a quick save is offered up instead , ❝ you must be really bored with robb away that you're coming to hang out with me. ❞

[silverflcme]

closed starter for @prythiaens

It hadn't been the most joyous night, to say the least, and considering how much Khol had actually appreciated and liked Starfall, it was rather disheartening for the fae. He had been tied up with Morwen for most of the evening, when he wasn't conversing with Astarion or trying to convince Ysara to dance with the High Lord, that was. But what he truly longed for was to get closer to her. From the moment she entered the room Khol almost shamelessly struggled to keep his gaze away from her, especially as he caught sight of the dress that clung to her frame. The radiance was addictive and he was failing to keep composure. When he finally spotted her along, however, and Morwen's attention had been stolen by other high fae in attendance, it was enough of a reason for him to make his way over. As inconspicuously as he could, of course. As he snuck up beside her, Khol tugged at the collar of his shirt, clearing his throat as he whispered close to her ear. "If Velaris did not wow you the other night, then I have no doubt that the splendor of Starfall will." Their tour of his court hadn't gone the way he planned, but he was hoping that hadn't meant she'd be so opposed to speaking to him now. It was risky and it was stupid, and yet... he couldn't find it in him to care. "You look breathtaking if it's not too bold of me to say." He took a gulp of his wine before a smirk began growing and he looked beyond her and out to the crowd. There were too many faces before them, leaving him foolishly to wonder just how long they'd have to talk or if he could steal her away for a bit.

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

"Oh yeah, you have a lot to learn then. This city is very messed up."

sansa nodded at the other. "yes, I've only been here for around a week and it's very different to what I'm used to," they'd never seen half of the things here before.

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@lcngliive

Danny noticed something on the ground, walking over and picking it up, tapping the nearest person on the shoulder. "Excuse me. Is this yours?"

[paralyziingfears]

sc. / @theirmadness.

[  ....  ]         having  a  hot  meal  and  warm  shelter  seemed  to  be  a  privilege  nowadays  and  brienne  was  thankful  for  it.  sitting  across  from  sansa,  she  could  tell  that  something  was  bothering  her,  but  she  couldn't  quite  pinpoint  what  that  was.  brienne  straightened  her  posture  and  cleared  her  throat  a  bit,      ❝     lady  sansa    ...     is  something  troubling  you    ?    ❞

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

A-Xiang was about to say she really enjoyed the drink when the cherub appeared. She sighed. "I hoped tonight would be different." She looks over at the other. "I'm A-Xiang. Do you feel like you need to confess a secret. I'm all ears if so." She grabs another drink.

'NO, THERE REALLY is no such thing, not when they make the night feel so good,' Sansa admitted laughingly - she was at that perfect point of drinking wherein it offered to weave glowing textures and a faint-glowing feel throughout the whole self. Not yet swaying to roughness, not yet too dizzy. Watching with a smile as the other took in the drink, she took a sip from her own. 'Sansa,' she offered up her own name, 'How do you like that one, then?'

[demongemz]

Jon found himself in the library only to see if he could dig up some history on this new place if only to try to piece through his random dreams of cold nights and swords and fighting that seemed to be rattling within his brain. He’d been in the middle of grabbing books that sounded fascinating to him when he noticed bright red hair upon the girl who passed by the aisle. Something about it pinged in his heart that had a feeling of worry course through him in a way he couldn’t understand something about it led him to follow her. “Um excuse me,” he mused, unsure of what to even say now that he’d received her attention. “Do you know much about this place…I’m trying to piece together some history but I can’t seem to find anyone that works here…” @daydrcamings

[menmyth]

How awfully presumptuous of you to think I'd let you. @wulfmaed

An incredulous expression steals Arthur’s features abruptly, dark eyes widening and all but shooting to look at the wolf maid. Many are not able to ruffle the feathers of the king, not easily at least and here stands this lady gauging his patience, “ How bold of you to assume that I would even try, let alone wish too. “ Deep in his chest he knows he is a beast, understands that there is a fine line he walks on that makes others fear him. He had hoped Sansa could see past it, acknowledge that he was just a man – one who intended her no harm. His lips part and he can feel the desire to shout rising, but he clamps his mouth shut. Gaze narrows before he turns his back on her, forcing  himself to focus on the hearth before him. There behind his ribs he can feel guilt, it creeps up the bones in his body like ivy and wraps and secures itself firmly. She did not know what she was being forced into, he should not be so ill with her; but her damn tone struck a nerve far too fresh for him to let it slide so easily. 

Giving a resounding sigh Arthur presses his forehead into his palm, resting there for a moment before his opposing hand is raised and a wave is given to her. “ See yourself out then dear lady, you are no prisoner here. I do not wish to offend or insult you and I fear if you remain I just may. “ 

[thefearedsouls]

@capitolmutt asked : " you should have lived a very different life. " - for sansa

Sansa hummed. "Perhaps. Though if it's true for me then it is also true for you." She said with a nod. Slowly and gently, she reached out to take his hand in hers. "I watched you. In both games...and after. You're brave, I know you were made to think you weren't but I'll be here to remind you every day that you are." She said with a smile. "Because now that we're friends, you will never get rid of me. Plus. I need someone to model my clothes on."