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“ no, I suppose not “, he answered with his own smile. “ if they were to love me it would likely make me MORE uncomfortable “.
“ unhappy with their hate and at unease with their adoration. are all you kneelers so MOODY? “
he’d grown accustomed to many of the FREE FOLK’S ways, appreciated them even, but how they ‘married’ was still something foreign to him. the word alone, ‘steal’ stirred some visceral reaction in him–– women weren’t property to be taken, but free women were nothing if not their OWN breed. “ I stole you when you LET me “, he answered with a tone of confidence as he recalled the memory. “ i took you from mance’s camp, steel in hand. old mormont’s crow had even seen it–– ‘THIEF’, he’d called me. it may have taken me this long to realise, but what DO I KNOW? “
val smiled. this was the first time she was truly EVER impressed by a kneeler. to see beyond their own customs to how a free folk lived. to see how she had TRUSTED him that day. she could have pulled a dagger and stood by the door with him, protecting dalla as she gave birth but instead she had released her safety into HIS hands. sometimes a stealing didn’t have to mean a blade at her throat. she slid her rump onto the table and faced him, letting her nails climb through the curls of his beard. “ a thief but a strong one, “ she murmured. “ and one that can be TAUGHT. “
“ does it make you LAUGH? my men hate the free folk for being born on the WRONG side of the wall. the free folk hate my men because their hate. and they ALL hate me “
“ did you ever think of yourself as an EASY man to love? “ she bit her lip to stop herself from smiling.
the woman’s smirk IRKS sansa, her hands slid up her arms and rest upon her elbows. ❝ forgive me my lady, i believe that you misinterpret my meaning. i do not assume you have the power of knowing the FATE of all beings.. merely that i am not so sure that fate had me so blessed, ❞ she pauses, seeking the older woman’s gaze, ❝ if i am so kissed bu fire, so lucky, then I do not understand how lucky I may be if all whom I hold dear have been taken from the world. surely you have lost someone you LOVE. ❞
“ i do NOT misinterpret. i tell you what i k n o w . i know the signs but i cannot READ them. what do you want to hear, girl? that you are alive and therefore you are LUCKY? or that because you are LUCKY, you don’t DESERVE any pa i n ? “ she wished to snort at that last remark but she held back. the girl had no humor like most kneelers. “ there will ALWAYS be pain and lost, no matter how lucky anyone is. l u c k runs OUT. “ val looked away, not liking the mood this girl brought. truly the fire in her hair was GONE and all that was left was her own self-pity and val didn’t need it during her own time of loss. she didn’t wish to dwell on it like a kneeler.
realizing he’s going to be mocked for an idiot if he keeps just standing there, snow beating on Snow’s face and hair and blacks, Jon resumes his previous pace. yet that FIGHT is far from being done; if anything, it’s barely started. ironically, the young Lord Commander is starting to believe that cutting down wildlings with his sword is easier than to speak of certain matters with them, at least when it comes to the one they have made their PRINCESS. swallowing before replying, he huddles further under his furs & keeps his gaze tentatively on the white covered ground.
‘ …your sister was Mance’s queen, you’re not to be treated like a whore from Mole’s Town. ‘
if it wasn’t so FUN to t e a s e him, val would be rolling her eyes at his responses. his responses were nothing like she had ever seen in any man across the wall where the wildlings spoke more freely about what they WANTED and didn’t.
“ i know you don’t TREAT me like a whore but we were speaking of your t h o u g h t s , “ she noted. “ why do you AVOID my questions ? “ she turned around to s m i l e almost tenderly at him.
❛ There’s good news? ❜
“ we ain’t dead yet, “ was all she could offer the girl. good news was hard to find these days. the last time she and her people got any good news was when the night’s watch decided to LET them through their doors. their people wouldn’t have survived without the gesture. but so much bad news had come before and after it that val found little to REJOICE about. | @astatheloner
“Fine”, he paused to move his neck from side to side, relieving the GROWING tension there as the bones made and audible crack. “Which words do you want to hear”, he pressed. Jon only HOPED she wanted to hear few, his own fingers gripping the same wood hers slid across.
“ tell me when you did it. “ she smirked at him, knowing she was being INTENTIONALLY v a g u e with him. she needed him to KNOW, to realize before they could go any FURTHER. it wasn’t like she had ever LET it happen before in her life and very few things held such importance to free folk women. she couldn’t lose this custom passing the wall. “ when you s t o l e me. “
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The strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of the earth. Darkness will be your cloak, your shield, your mother’s milk.
❛ We do what we need to do, and then we get to live. ❜
“ and what if what made life worth living all dies? “ she hated to sound so WEAK but it was something that had been bothering her for days. truly, what did she had left? jarl had fallen from the wall and sweet dalla had died giving birth. they were all that was left of her family. yes, she still had her people but these people didn’t care for her when she was sick or hold her when she was cold. no, they were just there, surviving as well. with or WITHOUT her. what was the point now? she was a l o n e , left to be locked in a tower...
“ do i still do what NEEDS to be done? “ | @shewolfheart
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I want to rp w someone that will be so invested in our ship/rp that we eventually become rp best friends and talk every day and not only talk abt our thread but abt our actual lives and all that fun stuff u know ?? is that just me ?? or ?????
she bit her bottom lip to STOP herself from laughing at his EAGERNESS. the look in his eyes had been more WILDLING than KNEELER. it was p r o m i s i n g but she couldn’t. not yet. not until he LEARNED. “ we could. “
her finger slid across the SMOOTH surface of the table. “ but you m u s t tell me something first. “ | @crowncdcrow
She chewed her bread, careful before swallowing and not choking on her food in her hurry to fill her stomach. Arya debated whether or not to move and look. She knew there was a reason she was hidden away and not risk being recognized but for a moment, that would be okay right? Arya took slow steps, still gripping onto the small loaf as she stood by the window. She kept her body pressed to the stone, only taking small peeks to watch the training in the yard.
Watching the boys, though most were older than her, it made Arya itch to practice with Needle again. But more than that, she wanted to see him. “Do you see him?”
“ wait and you will see. “ val would NEVER explain why she knew jon would be appearing soon. if asked, she would explain her own boredom. it wasn’t like a captive had much to do but look out stone windows. she had a good idea of how the night’s watch was run from DAWN to DUSK. it was like clockwork.
“ your brother comes with the sun, “ she teased lightly as the mentioned male appeared with his direwolf proudly at his side. there was no doubting their blood with the girl at her side and now jon down below. they looked like two leaves from the SAME branch, mirroring each other. “ when was the last time you saw him? “
such a question even succeeded in halting Jon’s pace, as they walked among the freshly fallen layers of SNOW beyond the Wall. what was it supposed to mean? had it been Sam asking, or Edd, or even Ser Alliser – any other brother, he would take it LITERALLY. with a free woman, however, at this point he did know some things, and one of them certainly was to never believe he knew how deep their intentions truly reached.
‘ Castle Black as a whole would like to bed you, and King Stannis is trying to convince me to give you to marry to one of his southron lords – i think it’s only natural that i think of you? ‘
she smiles. her words having such an EFFECT on him amused her to no end. she didn’t let it faze her as she continued to stroll along. if anything, the snow seemed to now just glide underneath her feet. somehow teasing him made her feel INVINCIBLE. old gods, why him? w h y ?
“ castle black as a whole? “ her eyebrows quirked. this almost felt too easy. with him, it probably was. “ do you include YOURSELF in this... w h o l e ? or are your thoughts as PURE as your name? “
