#oftorike

𝐈𝐍   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓   she   knows   the   worst   has   already   ended.   what   can   be   done   to   her   now ?   ( deeply,   she   considers   DEATH,   but   even   that   seems   far   away ).   after   all,   the   gods   had   made   her   SURVIVE.   she’s   not   meant   to   die.   but   that’s   not   reassuring.   GHOSTS   STILL   LURK.

she   will   never   be   rid   of   the   memories   that   hurt   her.   she   thinks   about   them   as   often   as   she   dreams   at   night,   pondering   how   the   world   could   ever   allow   men   like   that   to   roam   freely,   with   all   the   power   of   the   seven   kingdoms   tucked   under   their   belts.  HE’S   DEAD,   she   reminds   herself,   but   his   memory   burns   brightly   in   her.   when   sansa   feels   her   voice   again,   it’s   distant   &   frightened.   it   sounds   almost   as   if   there’s   no   girl   left   of   her.   ANOTHER   WILL   COME.   IT’S   A   CYCLE.   perhaps   the   words   of   her   own   house   are   apt   to   explain   the   pattern :

‘      ——   the   NIGHT   IS   CALLING,   where   princes   rule   the   world ...      ’

           brienne said, after a fitful of silence and the whine of oathkeeper sliding back to its scabbard:  “ trust is earned. like gold. ”

❛ WHO ARE YOU and why are you here ? ❜

i dunno why i gaAVE ?? HER?? THE FRICKEN PLAUGE ?? OR SOMETHING?? i don’t know ..

i tried to make up for it with a cute crab icon ////??/?//?

i am only what you have allowed me to be:      lady,           warrior,                 S I S T E R.

    “ the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. ”