#krakened

"That's more a question for you." Asha said as she sharpened her axe, not taking her eyes off of him. She had collected her brother from the docks and while she had played a little trick on him at first she wasn't happy with what she was seeing.

He should've been left with them, their mother would've raised him to be a proper Ironborn

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹𝘀 𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗶𝗻 , though how long does it take before one considers this pointless? how long until she's ever the fool for waiting? it seems more and more likely that sansa would die in this place , in this purgatory of whatever they were. all that they were , all that they weren't. everything and nothing. longing and regret. it is a heavy contradiction that weighs down on her , and she is growing tired of it. the secrecy , the unknown. there are two painstaking truths that glare her in the face , pin her down and force her to revel in them.

one , she was falling for theon greyjoy. sansa longed for him , longed for him to say she was his and he was hers. wanted this more than anything. two , she cannot and could not claim him in public. she wants to be his , but mostly in the shadows. for sansa cannot handle the scrutiny , cannot handle the whispers and rumors. could not listen to the taunting from her family , shock from her brother , disapproval from her mother. sansa never claimed to be rational about this whole situation , for if she was , they never would've ended up between sheets to begin with. for now , she wears the title of walking contradiction with both shame and honor.

❝ are you? ❞ there's an amusement in her question , though she doesn't let it settle long in the air. there's a clawing at her chest , a sort of ferocious beast that is torn between lunging towards him in need , but resentment all the same. why is she not good enough for him to claim? they practically were together , in every way but title. this was the first time she had brought it up to him , and she regrets it now. for he is truly incapable of not making it a joke , a sarcastic taunt in favor of his ego.

❝ in my exeprience , men who are worth the wait know what they want. ❞ she brushes past him , shoulder slightly making contact with him as she goes to leave. there's a pause , auburn hair twirls behind her as she tries to make one last attempt at this all. is this how she wishes to leave it? does this even earn her the upper hand? that's what all of this had started as , in truth. who could hold the power over who. well , theon won. arrogant little shit got under her skin , made her heart beat for him , dreams repeat scenes of their encounters each night. she wanted him , though not in the bedroom , in every way she had to offer. yet , he was too immature , he couldn't see this for what it was , and she foolishly allowed herself to get hurt. sansa was smart , she should've known better.

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Westeros hadn’t treated Dean well. All his life, he and his brother Sam had lived in Essos, but after Sam’s death, Dean couldn’t bear it anymore. After arriving in Westeros, Dean had been kicked out of King’s Landing - only the gods know why - and forced to move up north. So, he migrated to Winterfell.

Winterfell was freezing. Dean had always hated the cold, and he wasn’t used to it. Thank the gods he wasn’t sentenced to the Wall. Dean wouldn’t have been able to handle the weather, the work, or the abstinence.