𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞-𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭-𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. ⠀⠀⠀

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ཾ༵ ⠀𑁍 ⠀ ೃ ⠀ 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊.

⠀⠀⠀ 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝗁𝖾𝗋
⠀⠀⠀ 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀⠀𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗐.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

@BARBARICBEAUT / is arya free? 👀

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

/ pls give me targaryen’s to write with on @cherubscales !

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

Unfortunately.

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

seven hells.

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

/ i just want soft ships on tomilyn and alynera 🥺

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

don’t be such a coward.
everyone is scared of something.

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

@aureateheir —— having worked no harder than needlepoint.

there was no hesitation, no mercy in the direwolf’s shallow eyes as she swung, preparing a strike.

the best way to learn is to do, and do myrcella will. she hadn’t a choice.

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

she wouldn’t dare part with needle, but an unloved blade is thrust into @aureateheir’s delicate palms.

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

@aureateheir “the size of the blade doesn’t matter, if you know how to use it.”

to be naive again, she longed — to dream of sharp swords the length of her arm that could kill any beast.

“and if you don’t hold it wrong,” a smirk danced into her vocals, glancing at a delicate hand ——

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

all he has to do is scare him away, and he won’t bother him any more.

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

@aureateheir / please do it tomilyn needs someone to simp

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

@aureateheir —— let herself cower anymore, to hide her teeth from a 𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧.

an agile movement was all it took, and the fragile frame of a true princess collided with worn bricks, cherub features now within her claws.

“I do pity you, princess, for having such a monster for a mother.”

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

@aureateheir —— out anger.

delicate phalanxes grace her frozen skin, electric down her bruised spine; she felt butterfly wings on sharp cheekbones.

“nor do I 𝘩𝑎𝑡𝑒 you, myrcella.”

they were so close, a mere inch away from one another; her breath hitched once more.

she wouldn’t ———

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

/ i love arya but my brain refuses to write more than a sentence

[𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧. @wanedclaws]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ཾ༵ ⠀𑁍 ⠀ ೃ ⠀ 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐍
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐍.

⠀ 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗒, 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽.
𝗒𝗈𝗎‘𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀.
⠀⠀⠀

[Shella Stark. @NorthernCourage]

⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙.

⠀ ⠀ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʀʏ ᴡᴏʟғ;
⠀ ⠀ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɪᴛ. ❅ ──
⠀ ⠀

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

—— her head on a pike outside winterfell.”

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

a nod, probably the only certain thing about her. she’s pondering on her words, metaphysically kicking herself with leather boots for being so . . . demure, almost 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚-𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆.
⠀⠀emotions and feelings are stupid.

“she asked me why I cared for her, when I should want ——

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

/ the way i miss @cherubscales

[𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋. @direwolfclaws]

/ hope they talk about arya <3