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this blog has been moved.

you can consider this chaotic mess of a blog an archive now. please note that I will only follow back people on my new account, which I can see myself 100% going to interact with. I want a save space for myself again and not be used as a resource blog any longer and yes. I love you all to bits and pieces but this is needed for my own sanity. 

You can find my new blog here. 

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this blog has been moved.

you can consider this chaotic mess of a blog an archive now. please note that I will only follow back people on my new account, which I can see myself 100% going to interact with. I want a save space for myself again and not be used as a resource blog any longer and yes. I love you all to bits and pieces but this is needed for my own sanity. 

You can find my new blog here. 

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BCWTRUCKLED.

‘     You mean you do not care how I feel about you  ?     ’     How often will she remind him that she was to become the / villain / of his story  ?  Maybe she was the wolf to his deer for he cares too much,  too genuinely, after all.  His heart threatening to combust into several pieces each time he witnesses the agonising misery upon magical creatures.  Unlike many others before she does not doubt his unconditional passion  &  ambition to gently teach fellow wizards and witches about this magnificent creatures.     ‘     I do not mind,  you know  ?  I am fairly fascinated about who you are—  or at least what you allowed me to see.     ’

disagreement. eyes rolling back, yet in a playfully teasing manner. morrigan was not gentle, was not as pure hearted as he was yet her touching his cheek while laying her head onto his lap, was ever so soft and loving, that people would never believe it if he ever told it anybody.  ‘  you do think too much about what other people think about you newt. more likley, you think too much about what I think about you. you are so busy to try to make me love myself, that you forget yourself over all of it. I am fine, have been my whole life. my scars run deeper than the visible ones but I proudly live with them.  `

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friends with benefits sentence starters:

“what are we, nerds trying to look at boobies?”

“i’m your boss, give me your pants.”

“i love that outfit, you look so sexy in that.”

“i’m fully aware of your allergies.”

“here’s an idea, next time, instead of being late, just shit on my face.”

“you said i was your soulmate.”

“work doesn’t reassure you that liking a finger up your ass doesn’t make you gay.”

“but you’re actually really emotionally damaged.”

“you have really big eyes and it freaks me out sometimes.”

“why do relationships start off so fun, and then turn into suck a bag of dicks?”

“i’m just gonna’ shut myself down emotionally.”

“i’m gonna’ change your life. i’m that girl.”

“i could post a video of me mixing cake batter with my boobs and it would get eight million hits.”

“what are you, a gazelle?”

“don’t be the guy who shit the bed.”

“puppy dog eyes. nice touch.”

“wanna’ get this guy out of my face before i break his fucking skull?”

“you don’t fucking know me man.”

“i took his virginity.”

“does the carpet match the drapes?”

“run gazelle! run!”

“i have this thing at work. it’s called google.”

“if you tell anyone about this i will rip your ears off and staple them to your neck.”

“everyone in this city seems really violent.”

“do you want to get your shit out of my car or what?”

“go and fuck a dick.”

“i’d love to take you out one night and trawl for cock.”

“we can tear this shit up.”

“hey, no skin. more pipe for me.”

“you sure you’re not gay?”

“i’m not fucking asking you out i swear to god.”

“god, you’re such a girl.”

“girl, you are preaching to the congregation.”

“this shit is amazing.”

“i love that sunsets make you cry.”

“i wish my life was a movie sometimes.”

“god, i miss sex.”

“hold me, let’s spend the rest of our lives together.”

“i don’t even know if i find you attractive.”

“i do have a thing for jerks.”

“i liked your eyes. i didn’t think i’d ever seen such big beautiful eyes.”

“and your lips, yeah, i thought you might be a good kisser.”

“you swear you don’t want anything from me other than sex?”

“you have a bible app?”

“no relationship. no emotions. just sex.”

“come on, okay, you’re beautiful. you have nothing to be insecure about.”

“that is way too emotionally supportive and you need to just lock that down.”

“your ass is a little bony.”

“i sneeze sometimes after i come.”

“feet gross me out. daddy issues.”

“what are you trying to do, dig your way to china?”

“nobody wants to fuck obama.”

“what are you my fucking therapist now?”

“every time you curse, you blink. like your body’s rejecting the word.”

“as a sign of rebellion, you got a tattoo.”

“harry potter doesn’t make you gay!”

“my butt is cramping can you grab a pillow?”

“do you feel manly now?”

“are you pooping?”

“all you have at home is drinkable yoghurt.”

“it was like talking to dirt.”

“i’m starving, you got any gin?”

“i’ve turned down more tail than you’ll ever have.”

“me likes cock, so i’m strickily dickily.”

“i’ve been in love, i went down that rabbit hole.”

“one day, you will meet someone and it will literally take your breath away. like no oxygen in yours lungs. like a fish.”

“i told him you were my gay best friend.”

“he smells like a girl.”

“the sneak out. how incredibly cliché of you.”

“no, go fuck yourself.”

“trust me, you don’t suck in bed.”

“forget the douche, he’s a dick. he’s a dickdouche.”

“get your feet off my bed, they’re disgusting.”

“we’re one of these crazy families that don’t lie to eachother, pbs is doing a documentary on us.”

“nobody cares, you sound like an asshole.”

“i just need you to be my friend right now.”

“okay, so i’ll listen to you while you give me a handjob.”

“i’m a magician, not a wizard. you and your gay harry potter.”

“you can’t deny going to hogwarts would be life changing.”

“all that matters is how you look at him.”

“i haven’t seen you this dumb since you got that candy corn tattoo.”

“you wanna’ be happy? find someone you like and never let them go.”

“are you pissed off at me because i didn’t cuddle?”

“i actually thought you were different.”

“with friends like you who needs friends?”

“i have the perfect body for photoshop.”

“my prince charming? you.”

“if you even think there’s a chance she might be it, fix it.”

“if i ever see you again, i’ll crush your earlobes and make soup stock out of them.”

“it’s some prince charming shit though, right?”

“i want my best friend back, because i’m in love with her.”

“on one condition. kiss me.”

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For quite a bit now she has been following her, for quite a bit now, wondering what she was seeking, wondering what her goal was to enter these woods. Weren’t there rumors about murderous witches, made up by the villagers near by. Little did she care, it kept people away but it seems their works has been negligent lately. No human eye would spot her and be suspicious, was she in her crow form, but her curiosity took over her body, wings spread for the landing but in the same second her feet touched the ground she laid of her feather dress and stood as herself behind the other.   ‘  Well, well, what have we here? Are you a vulture, I wonder? A scavenger poking amidst a corpse whose bones were long since cleaned?  ‘  Cat like movements, carried her around the other in circles, like the predator she was, a mischievous grin plastered over her lips, there lied danger in her golden gleaming eyes, many would have run already but it seemed the other would not leave that soon.  ‘ Or merely an intruder, searching for weak prey  ?  ‘  

@onlysuffering​  —– starter call.  ( accepting. ) 

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( @moreastark ) ----- jon.

Jon had not expected Morrigan to approach him for a walk out of the blue. Ever since she had joined his growing company, she had struck him with curiosity and with amusement to some degree. The man had been peering over the dark book retrieved when she had approached. Yet, he was ready to set it aside for the moment when he noticed her. Though his brow arched briefly, he nodded. Yet, before he could expect anything more? She began walking away. A sigh left his lips as he collected the book within his grasp.

Following her, his attentive nature brought him to gaze around. He had to be sure that this walk would not suddenly turn dangerous. With the whole threat of The Blight, who knew where Darkspawn were lurking. As he finally set his eyes on her, he found them coming to a slower pace than he had started out as. “–and what are these ‘things’, Morrigan?” came the soft-toned words formed into a question. Curiosity was dangerously flickering in his grey eyes.

She was an enigma to him, so he could not help himself in his curiosity. For now, he tamed it well enough and played the part of a cold and distant Warden. It was for the best.

‘   Interesting, honesty wouldn’t have been my first choice. ` Not a slight bit has changed within the witch, one might think that leaving the wilds, leaving the toxic surrounding of her mother, would change anything, yet here she was, her tongue sharp as usual and her words dripping of sarcasm and mockery. Her glance fell upon him, more merciful than her voice did. A sigh, mumbled words, signs of her growing frustration, why was asking people for things --- asking for help even, this hard? If she would be honest to herself, she thought about simply taking it and leave, or deny the fact that she did, but during their journeys, she grew rather fond of the Warden and betrayal never lied in her nature. 

Eyes shut close slowly, muscles tensed, it was clear that she did not feel comfortable in her own skin anymore but the fact that she already went that far, did not lay well on her shoulders.  ‘  Seeking help, does not usually feels easy for me, talking to people in general. But it came to my attention, back when we left this hell hole of a circle, that you found something, which once belonged to my mother.  ‘  During the few weeks they traveled together, he for sure should have realized her displeasure about her own bloodline, but not up until now, she ever spoke more about her relationship to her than needed. 

‘  A grimoire, which I think holds many secrets, secrets which could be of use for me but also for you and your cause. Secrets that might change my fate and even safe my life. ` 

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Gif Request Meme » @ariestess asked:

Favourite Character + Witches of East End

      ↳ Wendy Beauchamp

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showmaxter:

          ease words    when the thought of corpses was not uncommon to such a mind.       smell,   awful     and worse than ever imagine     (  not that he  EVER  freely imagined such things  )    &  one swallowed.   hands clasped the pizza box just a bit tighter.        ’  where exactly  is     …    somewhere ?  ’      he  blinked.   once.   twice.     oh,  have mercy that this was not a nightmare or much worse,     one corpse still alive.     long glance stood on her,      then on the corpse.   glancing right   &   left as if it would disappear soon.     hopefully.    maybe she was just joking,   a simple prank.    ’  is this   …   does the smell get any worse ?  ’

scathing. that was a quite nice description of the glares she shot at him within a second. it felt easy to her to be hard on people, or maybe she just grew numb on the surroundings. living on your own with a child, this kind of job was the only option. ‘  the smell? do you really have no other problems than the smell of dead people. Did your mother not teach you any manners, these peoples feelings could get hurt if you keep talking about their smell. ` It was the same old mockery which clung to her lips but she did not even think about helping him out and casually turned her back on him, continuing with her work with the same old unenthusiastic manner.  ‘  if you want your money, you need to come over.  ` 

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bcwtruckled:

‘      no  one  can  make  you  feel  inferior  without  your  consent,  morrigan.     ’

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‘  In order to feel reduced, you have to care. Since when do I care about what other people think about me? You have to chose yourself if you are the deer or the wolf Newt.  `

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aimovoriia:

Morrigan hadn’t been a particularly easy guest to have in the house, but it hadn’t been like this before. She’d likely thought he was out, thought to undo the damage before anyone came back, but luck was against her in that respect. He’d heard the smashing, some objects unknown to him being broken in a rather violent fashion, but it hadn’t bothered him enough to go see what the trouble was til it was quiet again. He found her in the middle of it, looking worn out after all the destruction she’d caused. 

“I take it you’re having a bad day,” he said mildly. He leaned against the door frame, hands in his pockets. “Some of these were my mother’s things,” he added. It was easy enough to repair it with magic, but he threw it in anyway. “That’s terribly rude of you.”

@arcanemistrust, starter call.

Mumbled words, apathetic glances wandering around while her fingers cramped around the fabric of her shirt. While being physically there, her mind was somewhere else for sure, did she not even realize somebody else was in the room. The features of her face showing signs of inner pain, she was fighting against something but what, that was unclear. ‘ I don’t care what you say, just leave me the hell alone!   ‘  It was obvious that these was not meant for him even if he was, seemingly, the only other person in the room with her. Her voice raised drastically just within a second as the next vase flew through the room, she didn’t even had to touch it, her wandless magic did its deed after all, if not better than ever before. Morrigan was torn inside, crazy she must seem to most people around her but since when did she care what others were thinking of her. 

Her eyes were tainted, the usual gleaming gold it usually carried, swallowed by black, her fingers where shaking off magic and she had to clench her fists in order to control herself. It was only then when she followed the trail of broken pieces, of stuff she did not care about, that her glance fell onto the new arrival in the room and just within an instant, the inner fight was over, gold took over black again and she stood there as if nothing ever happened. Yet her furry did hit him hard,  ‘ What the hell are you doing here? Can’t you knock?! `

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( A )  -----   roche.

My, my. One could only imagine how frightening it was to fall to the sway of a woman like her. No doubt many a suitor was left traumatized for their efforts, but Roche? “Were that flirting, I would’ve hoped you wouldn’t stop there,” he returned with an honesty just as biting. “They say you’re a woman of many talents. I’m sure you can think of something.” Dramatic as it was, stabbing him in the middle of this mind-numbing soiree would have been a mercy of sorts. Were Vernon not in the business to drop dead so easy, he might have even allowed for such advances. Perhaps another time. “Then they must believe you’ve eaten many, though I’m not sure why you thought it worthy of bringing up. I’ve seen much of Orlais – I find that sort of thing fits rather well here.” Crossing his arms, the Marcher traced her steps with interest, curious though alert. She truly embraced the image of a predator. “I’d have thought you’d grown tired of them. You’ve a strange sense of humor. ”

Talents, she could offer many indeed. But what type of talents, she preferred to keep for herself, all those rumors circulating about her and her powers, weren’t even half of these she actually possessed. A sarcastic laughter, more likely to be a punishment than a sign of amusement.  ‘  Oh look how brave our knight over here is. Trying to slay the dragon it seems.  ` Morrigan was not the type of person to start gambling, especially not with information about her person, but he played his cards well, this dog over there deserved a little reward didn’t he?  ‘  Stating the obvious facts, is that a sin now? I am pretty much aware of my --- let’s call it nature given gift in looks. However, I would refrain from calling it a talent, did I do nothing to gain it. It is nothing to be proud of but to take for granted.  ` Golden liquid sees flew in her eyes, a sea of fire which will burn you if you look to long. Fierce and dominating where her glares and she showed no sign of mercy, her glares where almost as sharp as her tongue, almost.  ‘  My dear foolish looking companion, rumors are both, a curse and a blessing, they keep me a live while on court, even if they could break my neck. But thankfully, Celene is not foolish enough to believe in such horrible rumors.  ` Where most of the rumors true probably, her manipulative tongue and poisonous ways to take over someones mind with them, that was the true talent lying in the dark. The one dangerous talent everybody knew about, yet nobody dared to talk about it.

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( so I cleaned out my drafts. I went from 76 down to 13. Everything else is dropped. unless it is your turn to reply then I consider it as still active. all these drafts I never got to just dragged me down so much and aaah now I feel a lot lighter and my muse is slowly waking up again too. I contacted everybody whos threads I dropped so no need to check. BUT. Consider this a PLOTTED STARTER CALL. leave a like for a plotted starter from me. mutuals only. I won’t write any starter without plotting though. ) 

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( A )  -----  mother.

She did not feel anger towards her daughter’s bitter words, the opposite actually. This was why she wanted Morrigan to run her business, not because she was family but someone the old woman respected. While she strayed from the path she set out for her, Flemeth knew she could set her wayward daughter back on the right one by any means necessary. 

“Ah yes, your son. My grandson you never even bothered to tell me about. Yes, I did have my spies tell me all about him. Especially his.. schedule.” The cheery smile became one of menace, one that the girl would know all too well. “It would be a shame, really, if something were to happen.” 

Eyes narrowed as her head tilted to the side, all pleasantries dropped immediately as she spoke in a frosty tone. “I wanted to do this in a nice way, offer you the position in a motherly way, but if you do not accept, you will never see your son again.” 

It was the usual game of a wolf and a deer, but who was in which position now, that was yet to be decided. Apathetic glances rested onto the other, she was tired of these games ever since she left her mothers house many years ago, not second longer could she bear her families presence around her. The fact that she realized, that day by day she indeed turned more and more like her mother, the woman she probably despite the most, that indeed terrified her and back at this moment, she had someone else to take care off as well. She would protect her son at all cost and she was not scared anymore. She would not fall for her dirty tricks, not this time. 

‘  If you think that I am still scared of you mother, than you are wrong. If you think that you can still command me around like a foolish puppet, I will prove you wrong. I am not your toy anymore and you won’t touch my son, he is out of your reach and so I am. Your poisonous words have no power over me anymore. `

Her complaining about Morrigan not telling her about her grandson, this seemed almost like an comedy to her and yet, within the same very breath she tried to use him against her, but she knew better, Morrigan was no fool, did the devil herself raise her and she learnt the dirty tricks right from the source. ‘  do you really want to fight with me? because you know just as good as I, that I have information which would blow up your whole sandcastle of a company. Do you really think I would just leave the devil’s den without any security for me and my son? `

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( A )  ----- alistair. 

                                       ❛     Ah – - You  see…  ran  into  some… uh…  monster,  the  size  of  an  archdemon,  it  was.  wanted  to  have  me  for  its  snack,  but  you  know  me,  so  resilient.  I  had  to  talk  him  down  from  that  questionable  choice  of  appetite.     ❜     though  a  tale  spun  from  gold  painted  lies,  he  did  look  a  sight.  shined  silver  armor  dripping  in  grime.  splattered  with  the  crimson  of  blood    &&    a  blackness  that  he  wasn’t  sure  had  come  from  his  insatiable  hunger  from  the  night  before  or  something  his  blade  had  found  a  temporary  home  in.

                   his  eyes  wander  a  moment,  taking  in  the  scenery,  the  sight.  how  the  hero  would’ve  teased  him  then.  tongue  once  dripping  with  loathing  for  the  swamp  witch  that  stood  ever  so  expectantly  before  him,  the  one  he  traded  blows  with…  yet,  garnered  the  same  respect  the  other  members  of  their  rag-tag  party  had.

                                      ❛     I  call  it,  fashionably  late.  leaves  more  to  be  desired  for,  wouldn’t  you  agree?  must  I  remind  you,  I  wasn’t  a  templar…  they  didn’t  teach  recruits  to  read  clocks  until  they  said  their  vows.  quite  tragic,  really.  I  can’t  imagine  what  they  hadn’t  taught  the  others,  I  was  special,  after  all.     ❜

‘  none of these monsters however, will be as troublesome as I will be if you let me wait that long one more time do you hear that? you take my company for granted lately, I must stem the tide. I have spoiled you, indeed.  `  the witch and the knight, no fairy tale ever seemed to end like this, especially morrigan herself would have protested out loud, was she no fan of happy endings nor romantic stories. up until now, she still did not realize what happened. 

‘ there is nothing fashionable in being late. that is just a blunt lie they tell you, so you fools have an excuse for being foolish. but if you would rather right the dark spawn, so shall be it my dear, I have my own demons to fight back in orlais.  `

oh her pride had to take a tremendous crack, or at least she made it seem like, was it way too big for some opinions anyways. eyes rolled back, arms crossing over her chest and she just gave him the cold shoulder. stubborn punishment instead of reconciliation, that was her currency, as her feet carried her back in the shack. 

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( A )  -----  benjen.

Benjen WANTED to be angry with Morrigan. He wanted to tell her just how dangerous what she was doing was, he wanted to scold her for using his name without his permission, he wanted to YELL  even. But he did not. Perhaps he was choosing to be gentle with her because she saved his life and he was indebted to her————perhaps after their time together he had grown SOFT towards her, but Benjen thought most of all she NEEDED some sort of kindness. Never before had he seen such FEAR  in her eyes, nor had he heard such FRAGILITY in her voice. So instead, he chose his words more CAUTIOUSLY.

Benjen let out a soft sigh, and knelt down before Morrigan. His voice was a RASPY whisper, for he did not want others to hear him, and his THROAT had not yet gotten the chance to recover from his ranging. Every time he returns his throat feels like it’s covered in daggers from the bitter cold. ❛ You’re not in the forest anymore, Morrigan. This is not  YOUR territory. Mayhaps you harbour great powers and can cause great fear to the hearts of men, but they have grown COLD and ruthless—-all of them, and even moreso the men I have here. ❜ They have to be. He thinks. Truly, there are some men here who do not WANT to be tough, nor do they want to be cold literally or personality-wise, but the WEAK do not survive. 

He does not break his gaze, staring into her eyes. There was a lot he WANTED to hear from her right now, but the last thing he was expecting to hear fall from her lips, were the names of his late siblings. For a moment, Benjen felt like he was trapped in some sort of TRANCE. He had to shake his head, wondering if she TRULY had just said their names—————-how did she know his siblings? His INITIAL question was answered with her next statement, but none of his other questions were. Right now, they could all wait. Right now, all he cared about was knowing HOW she knew his brother and his sister———————————did she not know they are DEAD now?

Just then, his heart grew a little bit weary. His trance like gaze drifted from Morrigan to the walls of the room around them, as he stood up and went and looked out the window for just an instant. But that instant felt like an eternity to Benjen as he felt a DAGGER in his stomach, thinking about his siblings. Their loss was still so FRESH in his heart, and every time he thinks he is at peace with it, the wound gets opened again. He MISSED his brother and sister dearly, though he never spoke of it out loud. He wished it was him that passed in their place———-they were DESTINED for greatness, they deserved to live long enough to fulfill it. Benjen HATED the people that took them away from him——-he damned the Targaryen’s. But there was nothing he could do to change the past. He could not UNDO what had already been done.

He turned around and FACED Morrigan again. He almost felt sorry for her————her hands were trembling, her pale skin seemed more PALE than ever before, and her eyes looked like they were tired. This was not the same woman he had met in the FOREST. The woman———Witch——–he met in the forest was FEARLESS and could instill fear in the heart of anyone who dared cross her path. Though she was generous and kind there was never a part of Benjen that stopped being cautious the whole time he was in her presence. If he ever would have felt BAD for her, it was not because she seemed HELPLESS and weak, no. So, truly, he felt worried. He wanted to know what happened to her that BROUGHT her to him, but that was going to have to wait.

He let out a SOFT sigh, and looked down at the Witch. ❛ HOW did you———–❜ he pauses, taking a deep breath. ❛ How did you know my brother and sister? ❜ His question does not sound polite, it almost sounds DEMANDING, he needs to know his curiosity cannot handle not knowing. Many people knew of his wolf-blooded sister, and everyone knew of his brave brother Brandon. But the real question that PUZZLED him was how did Morrigan know of them? How did she not realize he was a Stark? They had a CERTAIN look unlike any other people————–the eyes should have been the biggest give away, but perhaps she did not KNOW the great Brandon and wild Lyanna had a BABY  brother. Not many cared to know of him.

He rubs his forehead with his hand, and lets out another sigh. ❛ I won’t be MAD if you just tell me that Morrigan. That’s the least you can do after using my name. ❜ He says to her, his tone much more GENTLE than before. He doesn’t think he would be mad at her regardless, but if she LIES to him, then he will lose respect for her and would be more apt to make this situation less favourable for her.

‘  Men are the same everywhere, north or south the wall it does not matter. They will always fear the unknown, they fear change and will fight it with every fiber of their being. But I’ve seen it, Change is coming to the world and not even I can stop it.  ` Disordered words and sentences who would make no sense to him, ripped out of context and made her face even paler. Whatever she has seen in her vision, it did shocked her to the core and even brought her as far, to, after all those decades she lived out there, cross the wall. 

Everybody who knew Morrigan good enough, knew that she on her own would have never left the wilds, for no reason ever. But she left for her son, to protect him from everything to come, even if that meant she had to give up her freedom, the thing she valued the most in the world. Fingers were fiddling against each other, eyes shut close as she tried to shake of pictures of her memories, she wanted to rest, wanted to breath but yet, she had no place to stay, no place to go the only name which was printed in her memory was his but only now she realized, that his full name would cause up even more problems but now, it was too late to back off. 

Whenever she told someone the story about Kieran and his father, she remained with the tale of a Crow, a knight of the watch who fell in love with the witch in the wilds. But the truth was far different. She did tell Benjen more than anybody else, but even to him she never fully opened up about her journey south the wall int he past. Whenever she wanted to flee her mother, she passed the wall without being noticed, eventually she always ended up going back but this one time, she met a girl in the wilds. Lyanna she was named and she was the only person, ever being kind to her, giving her shelter when she was lost in the woods of Winterfell many years ago. 

A bitter laughter crossed her dry lips, her gaze wandering over to the small lad of hers who played next to them silently. How she knew his siblings? Only looking at Kieran, this question seemed so ridiculous to her, didn’t he look just like a small version of his father, Brandon. Morrigan once told him that his father was a heir to a lord title in Winterfell, obviously she never mentioned any names but he being his brother, it all seemed so unreal now. Her piercingly glare shot back at him and her voice sounded defensive, her words almost threatening, just like a lioness who tried to protect its cub. ‘  Out of all the people, you still have to ask? Do you think your brothers would have let anybody in? Even they can see it, so why can’t you? Just look a him Benjen, look at Kieran and tell me that you are not seeing a younger version of your brother. By the gods look in his eyes and dare to ask me again.  ` 

Disbelief was reflecting from her face and finally, after all these endless angry glares she punished him with, her features softened up and to the list of saving his life, the gift of honesty should be added.  ‘  I met Lyanna on one of my adventures south the wall. My mother was about to find me again and she offered me a hideout close to Winterfell. She brought me food and everything else I needed and it seemed your brother got suspicious and followed her...  we met, we enjoyed each others company and only a few weeks passed until I heard about Lyanna’s fate, he asked me to wait for his return but, I could not, this kind of dependency is something I abhor, even now. I left the same second he did. Weeks have passed until I realized the outcome of our liaison, he was dead by then.   ‘  

Not for one second she could face him, her eyes lingering on her son, her body cramped. It was odd but she was scared that his picture of her was tarnished. Obviously he knew that she was far from being an pure maiden, but to know the full truth about her, that was something different. But not the possible outcome of him thinking badly of her, it was what scared her the most, but the fact that she cared about what he thought about her. 

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ashabellenar:

well u were telling me to hide my tatas. some people would kill to see them, and some people have. just embrace my child and then the love will be spread

‘ You are like 800 years old. no really, you are literally several hundred years old. You know I am all for express yourself even in age, but you ain’t old anymore, you are ancient. Enough is enough.'·