i love when a character is a ghost but in a tragic way instead of a scary way. i love when a character has been dead from the beginning but is still holding on to stay in the narrative. i love when a character could choose to resent the living but ends up loving them instead. i love when a character drives the story but isn’t quite there enough to be at the center of it. i love when the ghosts are the protectors instead of the ones causing the harm. i love when a character is at the heart of the story because depending on where you began it, no matter how you told it, the story is about the ghost who struggled to keep their humanity
They call him the Young Wolf. They say he rides into battle on the back of a direwolf. He avenged the red wedding. He is the White Wolf. You are the Winged Wolf. There is no saying how far and high you might fly.
Here it is!!! Like I said couldn’t find the text files and the text function on my art program is so broken so I hand wrote it. If you can read my handwriting u get a gold star. If not, the typed version is on my instagram, but you may have to scroll.
Anyways, I’m aware this is not super outstanding work. I did it at a rlly terrible time in my life, and I’m surprised I finished it at all. I’m still proud of it even if it’s not the best thing I’ve done. I hope u guys get some joy out of too :)
…but Jon and Robb just laughed and laughed, and pretty soon Bran and Arya were laughing too.
coronation day.
The morning of her coronation, she wakes alone.
Shae is there, of course, the only one there so early in the morning, her silent presence offering Sansa comfort and peace. "My lady," she greets as she approaches the bedside, dressing robe in hand; in this moment of privacy, Shae addresses her as she always has for what certainly will be the last time. When she's risen from the bed and her robe in place, Shae ushers her towards over to the table, which has a plate of warm bread and smoked meat, something quick and simple for her to eat before the long process of her day begins.
By the time she's finished eating, two additional maids have joined the room, only after the large copper tub has been brought into the room. Brienne appeared for a single moment, to stoke the fire to ensure her lady's warmth, before returning down to the main hall to keep watch over the preparations alongside Lord Royce. Bucket after bucket of hot, steaming water is poured into the tub until it's nearly overflowing and only then does Shae stop the maids from coming. She drips lavender and rosewater into the bath until the room smells heavenly and that is when all others are sent away, leaving Sansa and Shae alone once more. "It is like it was back then," Sansa says as she rises up from where she sits, a faint smile gracing her features. "Back in King's Landing."
“I just wanna talk.”
“Yeah, about what? How you taught me to fight dirty? How you broke my second-place trophy? Or how you tried to kill me?“
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