#someday i will draw them properly *looks at long list of wips*

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First Lines Meme

I was tagged by the crazypants talented @sunbeamsandmoonrays . 

Rules: List the first five lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether. WIPs count). See if there are any patterns. Then, tag your favorite authors.

(The real lesson here is I can’t come up with titles worth a darn)

1) I Want You So Much (But I Hate Your Guts)

“Sansa?”

A hand touches her elbow and she turns. Her smile becomes more strained when she sees who has drawn her attention.

Sansa thought Jon had left for the evening with Robb and the others. It was the knowledge that the visiting Targaryen prince was occupied in Robb’s study that had allowed Sansa to relax for the first time all night.

2) The Beard Ficlet

Aemon let out a hearty wail, his face pinched red with distress. Jon tried to soothe his son, drawing him to his chest and rocking him the way that always seemed to work in the past, but Aemon would not be calmed. He squirmed desperately in Jon’s arms and seemed to cry louder at Jon’s attempts to hold him close.

“There, there now my sweet boy. Come here. Shh. It’s alright,” Sansa cooed, rising from where her maid was finishing her hair for the feast and taking Aemon from Jon. “It’s alright, sweetling. Mama has you.”

3) SUPER Random Lyanna/Stannis Salty Teens Au

Stannis has learned there are some things about marriage no one bothered to tell him (not that he was told anything of use to begin with).

Perhaps if his father had lived, he might have imparted some fatherly counsel on these…intimacies between a lord and his lady wife that have left Stannis so very perplexed. Or even Robert, had he been a different sort of brother.

But no, Stannis thinks with a grimace. Had Robert lived, Stannis would have no bride to torment and confuse him in the first place.

4) Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered

Sansa can feel it. The familiar push of resistance. The haziness. Like a heavy drape being pulled across a window.

Arya’s skill with Occlumency had been a boon when it came to impressing the big cheeses back in her department, but in moments like this, Sansa can’t help but wish her sister was a little less ‘gifted’ when it came to shutting her out.

Sansa glances across the gin joint’s dimly lit floor to where Arya is nursing her drink at their table.

5) A Lesson In Courtesy

Jon is in the rookery when word reaches him.

“The king has been injured.”

He does not wait to hear more from the skinny lad that has been sent to find him, and all but sprints down the tower stairs into the keep proper, roughly jostling past servants and guardsman in his way.

A coldness grips at his heart, far worse than anything he faced at the Wall.

This is what he has feared since the moment Wyman Manderly had produced Rickon from out of nowhere, hale and whole, after the dust had settled from the siege on the Boltons.

6) How Does Your Garden Grow

She is a child of seven when Mother gives her a spade.

Though it is finely made, with a polished rosewood handle engraved with the sigil of their house, it is far from the most enticing of her nameday gifts. Margaery is more drawn to the doll from Father, with it’s pretty porcelain face and real golden curls or even the heavy book on constellations Willas gives her along with his promise of helping her find them in the night sky.

Still, Margaery knows Mother owns a spade of it’s like. She has spied it tucked into the basket Mother carries when she takes to the gardens in the afternoon.

7) Rose Colored Glasses

There is a minute shift in Snow’s posture that sets every nerve in Margaery’s body on alert.

She takes a drag from her cigarette, her other hand inching discretely under her hem towards the piece strapped to her thigh. She does a quick scan of casino floor.

The front entrance? Clear. The mark? Still seated at his table. And Sansa…

Margaery’s finger drifts away from the trigger when she spots the source of Snow’s agitation.

8) Only Make Believe

A peck. That’s all Sansa intends when she surges forward, arms thrown about Jon’s neck. But as she presses her lips to his, she lingers.

Sansa has known her share of kisses, on and off the stage, but as she feels Jon respond to the gentle pull of her mouth, his stubble rough under her palms, his chest warm and firm and close, she begins to wonder if she has ever been properly kissed before.

Jon has always been a such a steadying presence for her (for all of them), but there is nothing steady about the way she feels in his arms.

9) First Date/Last Night

“You ok?” she asks when he goes quiet for too long.

Rickon is walking slower than usual. He wants to drag whatever this is out as long as he possibly can. He smiles when he notices Shireen seems to have no problem with the pace he’s set, ambling beside him, every other step swaying her so close their shoulders almost brush.

“Yeah,” Rickon answers, before adding teasingly, “Only my jaw’s a little sore. Got clocked by some girl tonight.”

10) You’ve Consumed My Waking Days

Sansa feels the mattress dip as her lord husband climbs under the furs beside her. She keeps her back turned to him and her eyes screwed shut, feinting sleep. She thinks she has nearly succeeded in fooling him, when the weight of a gentle hand presses on her shoulder.

“Sansa? Sansa, are you awake?”

She can smell the ale on his breath. He’s been drinking with Robb and Theon.

11) Random Show!Verse Drabble

Jon makes his way up the familiar stairs to his boyhood chamber. He is bone tired and every muscle in his body seems to call out for a bed. All thoughts of sleep disappear when he rounds the landing and find a half dozen serving men and women scurrying busily about. He is soon spotted and all pause in their work long enough to duck their heads with a murmured ‘your grace’. Jon nods stiffly.

12) Dreams Unwind

“You look like shite.“

Arya is watching him from across the table, those sharp grey eyes too perceptive for their own good. As a girl, she could always read him so easily. It seems their years apart haven’t changed much.

"Didn’t sleep,” Jon offers as explanation.

13) Take Me Home Part 2

Rickon wants to stay nestled in Mother’s arms forever.

She is soft and her cloak smells of salt and the sea. It reminds him of the cave, of Skaagos, and he wonders if Mother would take him there if he asked. He could protect her there. Protect them both. They could be happy.

14) I’m With The Band

Jon unlocks his phone and begins to thumb through his unread texts.

There’s one from the band’s publicist, Satin, reminding him about the radio interview he has scheduled tomorrow afternoon before their show. Jon types out a quick ‘ok’ before closing the message out and scrolling through the rest.

He chuckles under his breath when he sees the one from Jeyne. It’s a picture of Ghost seated on the couch beside to her, his belly exposed for scratching.

15) Then Comes Marriage

“That’ll be a match someday. Mark my words.”

Catelyn followed the direction of Leona Manderly’s nod to where Sansa and Jon Snow stood idling by the hedgerow.

“They’re children,” Catelyn protested, not liking what Mrs. Manderly was implying. Sansa was far too young to entertain such notions.

Mrs. Manderly scoffed, shooting Catelyn a knowing look over the rim of her teacup.

16) We’d Up And Fly If We Had Wings For Flying

Before they set out from the Gates of the Moon, father gifts her with a fine new cloak.

It is a pretty thing, lined thick with sable, and fastened together with a silver broach inlaid with moonstones. She thinks it too fine for a bastard girl, no matter how beloved, but Alayne accepts it with a smile and an obedient kiss to father’s whiskered cheek.

She dons it over her riding clothes the morning they are to leave, desperately trying to quiet the secret part of her heart that calls for another cloak, the one that was promised to her.

“They will love their Young Falcon…and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden’s cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back” father had said. “Why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright.”

17) Stranger Things Have Happened

It’s weird. The sight of Hardyng on his couch.

Nearly as weird as setting out bear traps and gasoline to catch a monster.

Jon slumps against the paneling in the living room. The fire extinguisher is still clutched tightly in his bandaged hand.

18) How Long Has This Been Going On?

“I’m so sorry, Jon.”

Sansa glances at him, a chagrinned sort of smile twisting her lips. Her camera equipment lies forgotten on a low table near the front of the shop, set aside as she begins to scoop up armfuls of the books that are scattered on the floor.

“Margaery got it into her head that a drab setting might suit the collection. Something about contrasts. I didn’t think she’d make such pig of herself or else I’d never have suggested we shoot here.”

19) No Hero In Her Sky

Margaery is upon him from the moment Willas dismounts his horse. She rains kisses on his cheeks and nearly topples them both onto the cobbles of the courtyard before a servant can hand him his cane.

“I’m so glad you are here!”

Willas smiles at her fondly as she clasps his free hand in both of hers.

She is his queen now.

20) Her Province

Quentyn wakes shivering, his teeth clenched tight within his head. He cracks open one sleep-crusted eye and sees the cause: Dany has pulled the bedclothes entirely to her side.

Quentyn smiles.

She is as much a conqueror in sleep as she is in her waking hours, claiming every inch, every fur, every bolster she can.

Tagging: I don’t know who’s already done the thing...so, if you want to do thing DO IT (and then tag me so I can bask in your awesome!)