IT’S COLD, EMBRACING like she remembered it as a child. body stands upright under the cast of the large WEEPING willow as the brace of settling winter winds brush against flushed cheeks, porcelain skin that is warmed on either side of her cheeks by the furs that lined her shoulders. this is the home she remembers, this is the home she FOUGHT for && now holds within her grasp. jon is off securing allies with the targaryen queen && here sansa stands, LADY of winterfell && holder of the north━a thing she never thought possible, but with everyone esle gone . . . what other choice does her house have?? things are coming to a close, she can smell the victory within reach, the revenge that is so well deserved to all whom have hurt her, wronged her family. ; eyes open slowly, ocean hues glancing upward at blood red leaves where she stood peacefully in the GODSWOOD. the sound of crushing snow underfoot draws her attention, ❝ what are you doing here ?? southeners never come so far north unless they want something or to start a war. ❞ there’s the smallest of playfulness in her tone but only for him. no one else, for her heart had ICED OVER partially since last seeing one another. eyes widened as she took him in, body turned slightly to face the other at a distance. firey locks are dusting with fallen snowflakes, breath is pushed past her lips in a smooth cloud of smoke. / @godscourt liked !! ♡
