Grey is Not a Compromise

                                                 Rules - Muses 

Hello and welcome to this fine blog of mine, first a few quick things I want to highlight from the rules so they don’t get lost: 

I am disabled, please do not use small text when writing with me. I cannot read small text and in order to RP i have to be able to read what you write. 

Please do not follow me if you’re under the age of 18

I do not write Lyanna/Rhaegar here, though Jon is still their son the events go down far more like they did in the book with Lyanna being kidnapped by Rhaegar and raped. 

And - and i can’t believe I have to say this in the year of our lord two thousand and twenty - if you have ever doxxed anyone ever for any reason or think that it is okay to do so ever for any reason to doxx someone and harass them you are not welcome here. Do not follow me. do not interact with me. 

The mun is 22, you can call me Galia and this is a multifandom multimuse blog featuring muses from:

A Song of Ice and Fire

Stranger Things

Jurassic Park/Jurassic World

Star Trek

Greys Anatomy

Criminal Minds

Oh yeah they all have ships. Lyanna/Robert is a favorite of mine, I'm pretty hardcore on Ned/Cat (though I love a little Ned/Cersei) too, and Benjen/Jeor is basically the greatest thing ever. For the next Gen starks I like Sansa/Margery, Sansa/Jon, Sansa/Meera, Robb/Jeyne Westerling, Robb/Theon, Jon/Ygritte, Jon/Dany, Jon/Sansa, Arya/Gendry, Bran/Jojen, Rickon/Lyanna Mormont. I've also had some really great ships with OCs in the past that I adored writing with.

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     How long it had taken him, he was not sure of, but it had been a couple of Moons at least. Being alone and on foot did not make the journey any easier or quicker, and he dared not ask for help along the way. It had been his own people that had betrayed him at what the peasants called the Red Wedding, and he knew not how many others would turn their knives and crossbows on him when he would make it known who he was.

     It did no longer matter how long it had taken him though, for the walls of Winterfell, of his home, loomed ahead. He was almost there. He was so close he could hear the noises of the people within. Which was a good thing, because he was unsure how much energy he had left, he was barely upright anymore and the fever that had taken him days before had not yet subsided. But it matter not, he was back where his family was. He would be fine.

     Arriving at the gates, he was stopped by the guards, and not allowed in. They laughed when he told them who he was, and he sank to his knees in desperation. Almost there, and not allowed to continue. “Please,” he begged them. “Lady Sansa, Lady Arya, Jon Snow, Lord Bran, Lord Rickon any of them. Please tell them someone is at the gate.” He could not turn around, could not head back to the village, he just did not have the strength anymore. So he sat there, in the mud, so close he could touch the outer walls, but not allowed in.

“Surely this could wait until morning?” Sansa mutters, slipping a thick fur cloak over her night dress. Snow was falling lightly as she made her way through the courtyard after the guard. Who on earth could need in at this hour? Most of the towns people had been accommodated days ago and the gate was open all day - not that anyone but the soldiers left now - surely everyone was in. 

“Well?” Sansa says, peering down from the keep ramparts at the man in the mud. “What happened? Are you a soldier?” The man looked vaguely familiar but she couldn’t say from where. Mayhap’s Jon would know, though she was loathe to wake up, he hardly slept these days and if he wasn’t asleep he would be here already. But the man wasn’t wearing Black, or if he was the mud covered it so well that it looked nondescript and more of a faded brown.  “Are you one of Jon’s men?” 

She supposed she’d have to wake someone if he claimed to be one of Jon’s men, but she wouldn’t allow him in without verifying he belonged here. Doing so was far too dangerous, especially in times like these. It had been proven that even one man could bring the downfall of a house these days. “Speak up Ser and tell me who you are.”

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     She knocked and entered the chamber, sighing as she closed it behind her. “Jon…” She said, folding her hands in front of her body, only barely able to make out his face in the semi-darkness, behind the candles that were on the desk. She was unsure as to why he had sent for her. The servant had said ‘to discuss where things stood’, but he was the King in the North. Did he really need her opinion on the matter? Or was it just to tell her how things were going to be?

     She stepped further into the room and sat down in the chair across from her brother - was he still her brother though? Cousin was perhaps more apt, seeing as he and her did not share parents. He still felt like her brother though, which was one of the reasons she was not afraid to speak out against his behavior.

     “You have handed over Winterfell and the North to a Targaryen.” It was not a question, but a statement, and she did not yet look at him, staring at a point on the table in between them. “Our brother lost his life defending the North and our rights, and you hand it all over to a Targaryen.” She looked up finally, looking him in the eyes, her Tully blue eyes burning with anger and confusion. “You have not forgotten who it was that killed our Uncle Brandon and Lord grandfather, I hope?”

Jon knew Sansa would be displeased, and he supposed really he should have consulted her before handing Winterfell over, but with time running out he wasn’t going to spend time waiting on Ravens that might be intercepted. He stands up and goes to light a few more candles, allowing them more light and time to think. 

“Sansa.” He says quietly, turning around to face his... cousin he supposed. After the last year it felt strange to consider her a cousin, but if Bran was to be believed - and he supposed he was if Sam was backing him up - then they would be cousins. Still they’d been closer then they ever had as children in the last year and it did hurt him to upset her like this. 

“I know more then anyone what the Targaryen’s did to this family.” He says quietly. “My mother is in that crypt because of one, same as Uncle Brandon and our Lord Grandfather.” To think what Rhaegar Targaryen had done to his mother was enough to make his skin crawl. She’d been a girl of fifteen when he kidnapped her - Jon new the story as well as anyone - and by sixteen she was dead. “But I also know what it’s like to have who you’re born to held against you, your mother made certain of that every day I lived in this castle. You cannot judge her by the actions of her father and brother anymore then you can judge me by them.”

His grey eyes remained locked on her blue ones, determined to make her understand why he’d done what he’d done. “I also lost an Uncle and countless brothers to the threat from the North. I know better then anyone else here what is coming and that we cannot face it alone. We will not survive without Daenerys. Surely our survival is more important then who sits in the iron throne!” 

Actually I left and then threw up in the alley.

My coworkers husband started slamming fists while I was trying to close. I told him to stop. She put her hands on me and told me not to "correct her man" ans I screamed at her to fuck off and stormed out. Then I threw up and had.to be comforted by 4 nice women while I waited for my mom to come pick me up.