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The high reach of the Lord’s solar had already been transformed to his liking. Most of what was remained of Lord Jon Arryn was packed away, via Lysa’s request, wanting her newest Husband to be as comfortable as possible. His belongings seemed right from each corner of the room, to the warm and roaring fire that sat in the hearth. Its warmth caressed the toes of his boots even from the side of where his heavy oak desk resided. Winter was not kind to birds of his kind — he remembered someone saying once, who’s name no longer mattered now.

"My Lord?" She knew well that Lord Baelish was involved in far more than just managing a brothel. What exactly was going on was beyond her ken, but she knew well that the other girls told him about nearly everything their clients did and said. She knew that Lord Baelish was on the King's Small Council. Though...the past tense was key, perhaps. One could hardly manage the coffers of the kingdom from the Eyrie. 

Whores were not kept at the Eyrie, Lysa did not like them nor did she allow them anywhere near the lower parts of the mountain either. And he had already brought another young girl posing as his bastard daughter. Would he be two? No, his sweet wife would not have that. One was enough but two would be far too unconvincing. She was a gifted girl, at least Petyr saw during the brief time he evaluated her before leaving. She was packed and kept within his ship the first time it set sail to the Vale. Now, the girl had been brought into his household for a different purpose. One that his lady wife could not refuse.

She knew full well the risk that was being taken when she was brought to the Eyrie with Lord Baelish. It was her only saving grace that she was close to Lady San--Alayne's age. It's Alayne, Lyr, you need to stop making these mistakes. She knew full well that if she made mistakes, it could mean not only her death, but Alayne's. And Allyria refused to be responsible for that. Not when the other girl had been so kind to her already.

                                               start date: january 2nd                                                 end date: january 10th

               in celebration of the new year and of me reaching a milestone,                                  i decided to do another theme giveaway!                                  ( insert children yelling yaaaaaaaaaaay )                               

                        rules are the same as always: you must be following                   me. one little change: this is open to all kinds of blogs, not only                     roleplay blogs like usually. you may follow & enter during the                   giveaway and if you want to unfollow afterwards, i can’t stop you,                   but i would appreciate it if you didn’t, because it’s just rude and                     inconsiderate. other than that, you must reblog this to enter.                   likes will count as an extra-entry after you reblogged this and                             every single reblog will also count as an extra entry.

                               after this ends, depending on my inspiration, i                      will pick one or two lucky people to receive a custom made                    theme specifically made for their character (and if your blog is              a personal one, specifically after your wishes). the code as well as                 the graphics are my very own, so very few people actually have                     a similar theme and no one has the exact same one as you.

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                                                               examples:

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“I feel like it’s November first, and I’m that discarded jack-o’-lantern whose heart and guts are splattered all over the boulevard of broken promises.”

“I swear, you are the only person I know who makes decisions based on what will provide the best material for a diary.” 

“All I really want to do today is go to the book store, drink coffee and read.” 

“I had chosen the path of the black sheep rather than that of the unicorns and puppies.” 

“They’re called hormones.”

“We’d have really pretty babies, huh?”

“I’ll have to act out by wearing lots of eyeliner and doing the drugs.”

“In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.” 

“I just wanted…to kiss you good-bye.”

“Tell me something good about your life.”

“Don’t judge yourself by what others did to you.”

“I’m in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction writers.”

“Smile. Nod. Say something witty before they find out what an incredible geek you are.” 

“So you try to think of someone else you’re mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.”

“Funny how when your life is mostly bullshit, you turn off feeling. Sometimes it’s hard to turn it back on again.”

“You believe this is a game, and you may be right. But if you think you can play it better than me, think again.”

“Why does it hurt so much? Why does it have to hurt?”

“The cure for pain is in the pain.” 

“That information is classified, I’m afraid.”

“Don’t forget. Not ever. Not for a second.”

“I am not interested in emotional fuckwittage. Goodbye.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re way out of my league.”

“You’ll NEVER understand that kind of pain.”

“The wounded recognize the wounded.”

“Thought you’d be gone by now.”

“Blood isn’t love.”

“Do your ears just block all incoming sound waves?”

“Go make love to a tube sock.”

“Is that a euphemism for penis?  Please let it not be a euphemism for penis.”

“He is a pimple on the cock of humanity.”

“I do not view other boys as threats, and I enjoy making them seem insignificant by calling them the wrong names.”

“Angry grizzly bears are going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home.” 

“I’m going to kill you one day.” 

“I don’t like it, but my hands are tied. I just want you to know this: if I ever get the chance to betray you, I will. If the opportunity arises to pay you back, I’ll take it. You’ll never be able to trust me.”

“Of course I’d like to help you out. Which way did you come in?” 

“You’re mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.”

“I don’t know whether to punch you or kiss you.” 

“You’re hurt…let me help you. Please.”

“Look at this burn. It’s going to get infected.”

“It’s blood, yeah.”

“I know you’re not okay.”

“Look at me.” 

“You left me.Without a word.”

“You don’t…have to leave. Please.”

“I don’t need the feeling of completeness. I just need the feeling of not being empty.”

“Do you have a lot of sad things in your head?”

“How do I share what I’m feeling?”

“Not your [ boyfriend/girlfriend ], eh?”

“Are you not happy with me?” 

“This is love, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love their presence?” 

“I think your [ girlfriend/boyfriend ] is evil and should be destroyed.”