#mostloyalsquire

                      Lord Tyrion is not a bad husband, though she does not love him. she could never love him as man and wife were supposed to. Podrick was a friend, the closest she had to happiness in so many years. If they were caught, he would be killed. “I cannot allow it—” She answers, voice stern, head still low, for she cannot bare to look upon his face; to tell him what must be said and witness the distraught it might bring him. “I want you to leave.” Sansa goes on, words nervously shaking. She holds her breath before speaking again, knowing this could be their final conversation———— and what a pathetic one it was. this is her goodbye. "We used to talk about running away—— that is what you must to: to be safe. I cannot ask you to stay, they will kill you for this.”

You’re all right, aren’t you?  ❞

*-gives you dragon smooches-*

I will try to, I promise

"If people fear you, they will not transgress your laws. So it is for man, so must it be for Gods, should they exist."

And when it comes to roleplaying, there's nothing as enjoyable as chemistry. When you are immediately pulled into the storytelling and your character too, and the scene just unrolls and it just clicks.