#baratheondoe

"I think if i perform one more rendition of THE DORNISHMAN’S WIFE, they might actually murder me,” he says it rather lackadaisical, a charming sort of smile threatening his mouth, though there is SOME truth behind it.  ever since arriving at sunspear, jaskier has not been shy about being himself.

IT is unfair to look at the girl and see the monster of her mother; the sins of her brother.  the recognition is only brief, a small glimpse into a lifetime ago -- someone else’s life, once -- of a broken bird trapped inside a cage: pretty to look at, but unable to fly.  before the cage doors had been locked to her, sansa had been fond of the little princess, thinking her everything that she had wished arya had been, then internally scorning her for being everything that arya was not. again, that had been a LIFETIME ago; so much has changed.

SHE remembers the day that they had sent myrcella away, the riot in the city where something DREADFUL had nearly happened to her were it not for the hound ( she should have gone with him, that night, the battle of the blackwater, but if sansa lives in all her should haves she will not live at all ).  sansa cannot help but feel a twinge of bitterness at how unfairly their lives had opened before them, but she swallows that down.  her past isn’t what defines her, it’s her ability to OVERCOME.

“MYRCELLA,” sansa all but breathes the greeting, the momentary face-to-face with a ghost, lacking the proper courtesy in a manner most unlike herself.  “i... wasn’t expecting to see you.”

An eyebrow shot up and she stared at him silently for a few seconds. Yes, perhaps the sight of blood wasn’t her favorite thing in the world but being on the run had taught her a thing or two about survival. One of those things was stitching an open wound. There was a part of her that wished to give him the needle and thread and tell him to reach his back himself, but she couldn’t just leave. Despite toughening up with time, the former princess still held tightly to whatever ounce of kindness was left within her.  

❛ I would have guessed someone like you knows better than to judge a book by its cover.         Now if you would just turn around and allow me to help you, I would be eternally grateful. ❜

Purposeful, well measured silence was usually his weapon of choice, but this time it seemed he was to be held on the other end of it. Normally, the witcher would have no trouble waiting it out, but as he was heavily bleeding, the strategy easily worked. With all his resilience and strength, he still did not want to wait around to be forgiven. Not at a threat of having to stay around for a lengthy recovery process. There was still gold to be had for the monster killed.

Repentant expression clearly did not come naturally to the witcher. Gaze lowered, lips pressed, brow furrowed, all made sense separately, but weren’t tied quite right. In any case, the attempt was there. He even added a small nod before turning his back on her, just as she requested. It could even be entirely convincing perhaps, had he not opened his mouth. 

 THE  PRINCESS  BRIDE  PROMPT  STARTERS     –     @baratheondoe

❛ @baratheondoe ❜  SENT A RAVEN

❛  I've lost the ability to feel.  ❜

Seven Hells. It was all Alys could do to not roll her eyes and respond in a way that would SURELY get her punished in this place. Despite having about a thousand snarky remarks ready at the tip of her tongue, she somehow managed to bite them back, opting for an UNREADABLE look to throw in the princess’ way instead. While no one could DISPUTE the fact that King Joffrey was a cruel little shit who treated his siblings as terribly as he did everyone else, she had very little sympathy for any Lannister... especially one who seemed to have a flair for the dramatics.

“Such a thing is easier said than done, my lady.” Her voice was just as empty as her face, giving no hints about her REAL THOUGHTS. There had been times when she also thought she lost the ability to be angered or frustrated by these people anymore — only to have all her rage rear back its ugly head again at some point. It had been a DIFFICULT TRANSITION to go from a lady-in-waiting to the future queen from the daughter of a treacherous house, but she’d managed. Surely a sheltered and spoiled princess could handle a few SCATHING REMARKS. “If you had lost the ability to feel, words would not have bothered you so.”

Robb smiled down at Myrcella, wrapping his arm more tightly around her shoulders. He was not sure how long she had been asleep, but he would not wake her up. He turned the TV down just a bit and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch.

“ no, you ARE strong. ”  //  from @baratheondoe

was  she  strong ?  at  times  like  this ,  sansa  stark  felt  anything  but  strong .  it  was  quite  easy  for  myrcella  to  say  this ,  it  was  easy  enough  for  anyone  to  throw  such  statements  around . words  didn’t  need  to  have  truth  behind  them  ;  no ,  not  anymore .  not  since  her  father’s  head  was  sliced  from  his  neck .  he  always  told  the  truth ,  now  look  where  it  lead  him .  words  meant  nothing  to  sansa  anymore .   she  looks  to  the  princess ,  though  harbors  no  ill  feelings  towards  her .  myrcella  &&  tommen  were  always  kind  to  her ,  they  weren’t  joffrey ,  they  weren’t  cersei .  they  were  good .  but  sometimes  good  causes  people  to  lie  too .  trying  to  spare  hurt  feelings  &&  cheer  one  up .  all  noble  reasons  to  lie  ;  that’s  exactly  what  myrcella  was  doing .  or  so  sansa  convinced  herself ,  because  no ,  she  was  not  strong . her  world  was  falling  apart  around  her   &&  there  was  nothing  she  could  do  to  stop  it .  but  despite  this  feeling  of  despair ,  despite  being  a  political  hostage  in  king’s  landing  ;  joffrey’s  chew  toy ,  in  a  sense .  sansa  knew  she  had  to  watch  her  every  word  &&  action .  she  couldn’t  afford  to  be  the  next  stark  who  lost  their  head .  she  had  to  play  the  part .  she  wasn’t  strong ,  she  was  weak  ,  a  stupid  girl  with  stupid  dreams . dreams  that  caused  ned  stark  to  venture  south  &&  have  his  head  hung  on  a  pointy  spike .  but  she  pushes  this  aside ,  sansa  smiling  at  myrcella .  ❝  thank  you  ,  princess .  it  is  through  my  intended ,  i  find  strength .  &&  who  wouldn’t  be  able  to  find  strength  from  king  joffrey ?  his  grace  deserves  a  queen  who  is  strong ,  &&  that  i  shall  be .  ❞

@baratheondoe  –  gemma doyle sentence starters  –  accepting

sandor raised an eyebrow at the princess. such a heavy word coming from such small lips, he thought. he questioned if she truly understood its weight. not likely. and yet probably better than most girls her age. he was miserable even being in the presence of any of her family members. could hardly imagine being one of them.