#greiqoy

“ you have no idea of the things i am capable of. i told you before: if you are looking for a damsel in distress, you won’t find it in me. ” elinor did not get this far by relying on others and waiting for people to save her. she certainly did not need him to save her, she had all the protection she needed in her poisonous blades and  wolfshound. and taking down a man with wandering hands and a penchant for violence when refused was almost routine by now and nothing compared to gregor’s brutality. “ and how many times have i told you not to touch my blades. they’re laced with poison, theon. ” snatching the dagger away from his reach, she looked slightly annoyed he never seemed to listen. “ i am not looking to have your accidental death weighing upon my conscience. ” 

THEON GREYJOY DESERVES BOTH AN IRONBORN FUNERAL CEREMONY AND A NORTHERN FUNERAL CEREMONY THAT THE STATKS FOLLOW BECAUSE HE IS BOTH AND HIS IDENTITY WILL NOT BE ERASED WITH NAMELESS MEN BEING BURNED

his school sports are all water related like swimming, water polo, rowing

    &&.    @greiqoy liked for a starter !

       THEY HUDDLE TOGETHER ,  EYES GLANCING ‘ROUND AT THE UNANIMATED CORPSES WHO ONCE THIRSTED FOR BLOOD.     a deep breath is drawn into lungs , one of relief but also hesitation.   was it really over? had they managed to defeat the night king && all who followed him?  only one way to truly find out :  leave the safety of the crypts , out into the open , && take a look for herself.    sansa is the first to head forward ,  dragon glass dagger in hand as feet walk swiftly up the stairs toward the surface ,  ‘ sansa! ‘  calls tyrion as door is swung open && eyes are met with the rising sun.   eyes squint , but soon adjust━as they do , breath is taken aback at the staggering amount of dead that litter the grounds of her childhood home.    first in shock , sansa walks carefully around the bodies of the deceased , but then she finds purpose when mind reminds herself just WHO had been involved in this battle.    ;     pace quickens as eyes glance ‘round frantically for a familiar face of a loved one.  feet carry her toward the godswood first ,  breath frantic as mind wonders . . (  theon! theon had to have survived.  please , gods . . )     feet halt suddenly when eyes catch a glimpse of what appears to be bran && theon on their way back into the castle.   tears rise in her eyes && hands gather dress so that she might sprint toward him.  no words are spoken as arms wrap ‘round his shoulders && face plants itself into his shoulder whilst fingers hold on for dear life.  tears decorate flushed cheeks ,  ❝ theon!  i was so- ❞  / @greiqoy , got 8x03 starter!

eyes ‘pon the heir? to the iron isles.      gaze travels slow,      contemplative and without betraying anything the silver queen thinks or feels.      though she is almost a foot smaller     ,     her stature does not take from the hard     ,      unwavering gaze a queen must show.      ❛      we both want to help people.       ʷᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗʳᵉⁿᵍᵗʰ.      sometimes strength is terrible.      ❜       ˢʰᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁿˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʷⁱˡᵈᶠⁱʳᵉ      :      sets flesh ablaze     &&     turns bone to ash.      for the last targaryen ignites passion and fealty where she goes.      𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘔𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘚 𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘌 𝘞𝘏𝘖 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘔 𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘗𝘌𝘖𝘗𝘓𝘌.      her children.

        𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ,  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃’𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 !       the wolves rule the north && the dragon queen has her six kingdoms ,  for once it seems things worked out in the favor for the living━valuable citizens && nobles alike were lost in the long night ,  but those brave men && woman knew the risks.  if it weren’t for them they’d all be members of the   𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳  , marching toward kings landing as surely as she stands in the feasting hall.    hands hang at her sides ,  eyes the color of winter roses peer at her surroundings . . stone walls , fire ,  && fixtures she’d know anywhere blind folded had been lost somewhere along her journey !    winterfell is home ,  it always has been ,  yet sansa feels the need to familiarize herself with ghosts of the past.     ;     his words make the newly crowned queen turn ‘round , features soften when eyes  land on his features.    ❝    as should you.  ❞   she challenges softly ,    ❝   i cannot have my hand tired ,  can i?  not when there is much work to be done that the north is independent.   ❞    her greatest  accomplishment to date.    steps are taken toward him ,  soft smile never leaving for when she looks at theon . . . warmth floods her chest , gratitude ,  &&  admiration.     𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗   when no one else would ,  she’s here because of him.      ❝   was something troubling you , theon?   ❞     brow arches.

“What do you want?”