Baleful green tides moved against the bellies of the clouds, and pools of orange light spread out across the heavens. The reds and yellows of common flame warred against the emeralds and jades of wildfire, each color flaring and then fading, birthing armies of short-lived shadows to die again an instant later. Green dawns gave way to orange dusks in half a heartbeat. The air itself smelled burnt, the way a soup kettle sometimes smelled if it was left on the fire too long and all the soup boiled away. Embers drifted through the night air like swarms of fireflies.
Sansa backed away from the window, retreating toward the safety of her bed. I’ll go to sleep, she told herself, and when i wake it will be a new day, and the sky will be blue again. - Sansa, A Clash of Kings
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We always walked a very thin line, you didn’t even hear me out
You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)
I never learned to read your mind,
I couldn’t turn things around (You never turned things around)
You never gave a warning sign (All this time)
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#his instinct is to instantly look at sansa (who looks at him)
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Caption by @athimbleful
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Insp.
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There are a few questions and requests that have been sent to jonsansasource since it was created several weeks ago, so as we approach 1,000 followers, we’ve put together a small collection of resources.
Includes KEY THEORIES AND RESOURCES, BASIC FAQ and JON/SANSA BLOG RECS
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New pictures of Sansa Stark and Jon Snow from the Series Finale of Game of Thrones (x)
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The North is free thanks to you. But they lost their King. Ned Stark’s daughter will speak for them. She’s the best they could ask for.
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(i do not think it matters)
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