Sansa blushes and her eyes flick down to the gown, it was embroidered with small blue and red flowers on a field of green satin. “Y-yes.” She nods. “Mother taught me to embroider.” She explains. “I’ve always enjoyed it, but the gown did get somewhat tedious to embroider, it’s mostly just the same pattern repeated.” She lets him sweep her along the dance floor, her deep blue eyes fixed on his violet ones.

She wasn’t so used to having the attention be all on her, as the behaved daughter most of the time she fell by the wayside as her mother tried to curb Arya’s shenanigans. It was nice, to have the prince be paying attention to her. “Oh Dragons. Do you think that will really happen? It’s been hundreds of years since there were last Dragons in Westeros?”

She glances over to the doors where the Septa is ushering the wolf pups out of the room. “OUr wolves are lovely but some of them are a bit too wild. Nymeria and Shaggydog especially. My Lady is wonderfully behaved though.”

“I have no doubt you will be able to do even more elaborate patterns in weeks to come” Viserys told the Princess as his gaze lingered on her dress for a bit longer before he replied to her questions and he gave a nod. Of course it had to happen. Their were three dragons among his fathers children and three dragons eggs, it only made sense. They would fulfill the prophecy of the Prince that was Promised with three heads of the dragon.

“Of course I do. There’s nothing to suggest that they won’t come back at all.” He answered “Direwolves were gone for two hundred years and yet there they are” He gestured to where they had gone off to. “The wolves are truly like their masters, what of the other wolves? Are they more like Lady or the wilder ones?” He asked as they proceeded to finish the song out to dance and kissed her hand, his lips gently brushing her skin ever so lightly. “I’m glad we’ve finally been able to meet, Princess Sansa your fathers letter to my own did not do justice enough.”

rpmemetic:

✯ A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE SENTENCES / PART SIX

↪ A list of SENTENCES from George R. R. Martin’s novel A Clash of Kings, to be used and changed however you see fit. possible trigger WARNINGS for violent and sexual content, profanity, and alcohol.

↪ All parts can be found here.

❝ it is ill to keep a lady waiting. ❞
❝ under the sea, the birds have scales for feathers. ❞
❝ this is early to come calling, scarce past dawn. you should be snug in your bed. ❞
❝ i had bad dreams about the dragons. they were coming to eat me.❞
❝ so you see, there is nothing to fear. ❞
❝ if the gods are good, they will grant us a warm autumn and bountiful harvests, so we might prepare for the winter to come. ❞
❝ it is always summer under the sea. ❞
❝ i’ll see to your breakfast now. ❞
❝ they are clever, these birds. ❞
❝ i should have been told. i should have been woken. ❞
❝ i have climbed these steps so often i know each one by name. ❞
❝ look at me! ❞
❝ in the end words are just wind. ❞
❝ you could bring him no hope? ❞
❝ what am i to tell them? what must i do now? ❞
❝ it’s swords i need, not blessings. ❞
❝ the night is dark and full of terrors. ❞
❝ only children fear the dark. ❞
❝ i need no crown but truth. ❞
❝ you are too ill and too confused to be of use to me, old man. ❞
❝ i will not have you kill yourself in my service. ❞
❝ i fear the bottom of the sea. ❞
❝ where’d you get a blade like that? ❞
❝ go on, take it off him, i dare you. ❞
❝ hey, you gimme that sword. you don’t know how to use it. ❞
❝ might be i got your attention now. ❞
❝ hitting them won’t bring him back. ❞
❝ someone should kill him! ❞
❝ you look very lovely today, my lady. ❞
❝ who do you think will win the day’s honors? ❞
❝ did you hear? i’m to ride in the tourney today. ❞
❝ did i tell you, i intend to challenge him to single combat. ❞
❝ i lose! fetch me some wine. ❞
❝ what a man sows on his name day, he reaps throughout the year. ❞
❝ don’t be childish. ❞
❝ we’re children. we’re supposed to be childish. ❞
❝ i’m glad you’re not dead. ❞
❝ my lady, i am sorry for your losses. truly, the gods are cruel. ❞
❝ all sorts of people are calling themselves kings these days. ❞
❝ i’d guard that tongue of yours, little man. ❞
❝ what are you doing here? ❞
❝ it would seem that a welcome is in order. ❞
❝ a man after my own heart. ❞
❝ please, do let me be of service, in whatever small way i can. ❞
❝ how i have yearned for the sound of your sweet voice. ❞
❝ give me your support and i promise you, we will have ____ freed and returned to us unharmed. ❞
❝ you have always been cunning. ❞
❝ you will share all your plans and intentions with me before you act, and you will do nothing without my consent. do you understand? ❞
❝ you should have been at the feast. there has never been a boar so delicious. they cooked it with mushrooms and apples, and it tasted like triumph. ❞
❝ i hope he doesn’t kill anyone important. ❞
❝ need an escort? the talk is, the streets are dangerous. ❞
❝ i’m terrified of my enemies, so i kill them all. ❞
❝ lawless men are everywhere in this dark time, oh, yes. men with cold steel and colder hearts. ❞
❝ did you miss me? ❞
❝ you’ll think of me every time you go to bed. then you’ll get hard and you’ll have no one to help you and you’ll never be able to sleep unless you … ❞
❝ be quiet and kiss me. ❞

when most of your threads are multi para and have no muse for them

talktoten:

friendly reminder that I’m comfortable with MINOR godmodding if:

it’s genuinely in the interests of advancing plot (e.g. ‘Pass the screwdriver?’ and you can assume my muse passes the screwdriver over, or even just that your muse ended up with the screwdriver one way or another, without having to stop the reply altogether for my interjection)

it’s NOT my muse’s dialogue, inner or outer

it’s REASONABLE for my muse (e.g. if they’ve already made it quite clear the screwdriver is a sentimentally precious family heirloom or something, then the screwdriver might not reasonably change hands)

the reply isn’t solely about my muse’s actions, thoughts or feelings, but rather is about your muse, with reference to mine

you are willing to accept criticism & critique and change the reply if I can’t reasonably see my muse doing that

roleplaying, for me, is about exploring characters and worlds through story. Interaction with both the muse and the world, then, is vital, and I do not mind sacrificing a small thing from one to significantly advance the other. It’s always a good idea to talk to me if you’re uncertain and it will be easier once we know each other better, but I just wanted to put this out there so you lot know what I’m comfortable with. There’s a lot of ‘no godmodding whatsoever!!’ going around in this community and obviously, with big things, it’s a no-go – but I’m still more interested in the story.

demonicvulcan:

my type of otp: slowly the insults become terms of endearment

A quick and easy plotting guide

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onlyrpmemes:

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watcherandshield‌:

BREATHS ARE ICY CLOUDS in the deep Northern air where their embrace is doubly warm. When Jon pulls back to find his uncle’s eyes, there is a mixture of relief and betrayal within his own. ❛

you left me ALONE to fight.

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@toomanymuses ( BENJEN ) liked this ♡ for a one-line starter

Benjen had hung his head, slightly ashamed at having left his nephew alone. “Jon…” The watcher started to speak as he saw the look in Jon’s eyes. “I left you to continue the fight, both you to do so and myself in the wilds. I almost died out there Jon.” He was stern now, his hand slipped from Jon’s shoulders as he looked away briefly. “I’m sorry.”

wolfmaidcn‌:

“Save me? But I don’t need saving!” Lyanna protested, and then he spoke of the child growing in her womb. Pressing a hand protectively over her stomach, the she-wolf met her brother’s gaze with flint hard eyes.

“I will do no such thing! How dare you, my child isn’t some mistake to be hidden away and forgotten!”

Just how far had Rhaegar’s influence spread? Brandon couldn’t believe he for a while thought Rhaegar would have been a better king than his father after how he took his sister, defiled her…

“He took advantage of you, Lyanna. Kidnapped you. Would you want to carry a bastard into the world?” As much as he knew how Lyanna would love the child he also knew how the world looked down upon a woman with bastards rather than how it was with a man and his bastards.

“Dear sister please listen to me. We must leave.” Brandon didn’t know if the battle had truly started, if the tides had turned to favor one army or the other but he didn’t want to be here when it shifted for the worse.

wolfmaidcn‌:

@notenoughmuses Plotted a thing

The Tower of Joy was usually a peaceful place, if not a little lonely since Rhaegar had gone off to defend his crown. So when Lyanna heard the shouts of the guards below followed by the clash of swords, clutching her swollen belly, Lyanna grabbed a knife and waited, should the intruders should come in.

With shaking hands and bated breath, Lyanna held her little knife before her, she could hear the footfalls of someone coming up the stairs. But when the door burst open, Lyanna did not expect to see who the intruder was.

“Brandon! What are you doing here?”

“Coming to get you and save you from this place. Take you home.” Brandon growled as he stormed closer to Lyanna, noting her pregnant belly and had to rip his eyes from the sight, not masking the disgust at the idea of Rhaegar having had his way with his little sister.

“You’ll drink moon tea on the way home. Or give it up once we get home. Robert and Eddard are fighting for you. We’ll find you a better match than Robert. You’ll be safe again, I promise.” The eldest Stark moved to try to help Lyanna hoping she’d put the knife down.