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﹠.        ❛        𝙸𝚃'𝚂        𝙽𝙾𝚃        𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙴        𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽        𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻'𝚂        𝙳𝙸𝙴.        ❜                your        mother        warns        you        early        in        the        evening,        (        don't        play        in        those        woods,        there        are        𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬        far        more        dangerous        than        the        ones        with        𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥        𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝.        )         and        perhaps        you        should've        listened        /        but        it's        too        late        now,        presence        concealed        by        shrubbery        and        foliage        as        you        both        watch        with        bated        breath        a        scene        in        which        is        far        too        𝙶𝚁𝚄𝙴𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴        to        stomach.        your        insides        churn,        pale        skin        𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧        𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡        𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭.        this        world        was        not        meant        for        girls,        not        meant        for        the        women        it        holds        ⎯        for        the        𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧        they        hide        in        their        hearts        and        𝖒𝖊𝖓        know        it        :        so        they        take,        and        take,        and        take        and        then        they        throw        you        away        like        pieces        of        meat        to        𝖉𝖔𝖌𝖘        who        𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊        𝖙𝖔        𝖊𝖆𝖙.        you        don't        dare        whisper        until        the        cries        have        stopped        and        the        laughter        dies        down,        you        don't        dare        move        a        single        muscle        in        fear        of        the        leaves        rustling        and        alerting        anyone        that        you're        there;        but        once        it's        over        and        their        footfalls        are        gone,        you        grab        sansa's        hand        tightly        –        pulling        her        with        you        away        from        that        horrid        space,        eyes        brimmed        with        tears.        𝚒𝚝'𝚜        𝚗𝚘𝚝        𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎        𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗        𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕'𝚜        𝚍𝚒𝚎,        you        repeat        in        your        mind        because        for        once        your        mother        was        right.

📜 for plot suggestions!! ( accepting ) // @sqnsa​

I didn’t know if you had any other verses beyond your main one so all of these suggestions are going to happen in that verse 8) I stopped watching the show quite a few seasons ago BUT I have the wiki open and I’m going to try my best to suggest things that… hopefully make sense owubgehrger 

I don’t have most of these verses written out but I’ll try to write them out here with the details that matter!

For Abel, I would say that he and S.ansa could have met during the first time that S.ansa met L.oras. Abel would likely be part of the knights that would have traveled with the T.yrels since he comes also from a noble house in Highgarden. Abel is rather quiet and I feel that in Kings Landing he would have much of the same opinion that L.oras has about it: being a hell hole and wanting to return to Highgarden as soon as possible. I can definitely imagine that while he would feel bad about what is happening with S.ansa, especially considering that she is pushed aside for M.argaery, that he would probably only be convinced to try and help her when his sister Émilie came to more and more contact with S.ansa. This, of course, unless they spoke more often though he would likely be less than inclined to be seen around her simply because that would be bound to make her life harder: before because she was betrothed to the king, later because of the plans to marry L.oras.I still feel though, that he would likely be one of the people to reach out and give her condolences for the red wedding.

Still on the same line as the previous plot Émilie would have likely arrived when M.argaery, perhaps as a handmaiden. There are quite a few places where I can not only see them interacting but also realising the situation that S.ansa is in and attempting to aid in whichever way they could. Since she would come later on, and because Émilie is an incredibly sensitive empath, King’s Landing would be a trial™. Not only because of J.offrey, but because while standing around S.ansa (likely in the background at first as S.ansa and M.argaery become closer) she would feel the grief, humiliation and pain that she had to go through. She would likely want to approach S.ansa to try and ease her pain as much as possible? Or a listening ear if S.ansa would take her considering that S.ansa at that point would likely only have S.hae. When she arrived in Kingslanding she would have had blonde hair, though by the time of S.ansa’s flight her hair would likely be pure silver from the stress and the misery all around, to be honest. When the plans to marry L.oras fall through, I think that Émilie would suggest to S.ansa that she and her brother arrange for her to be transported to Highgarden, to hide out for a while before being safe to return to the north.

I can imagine that Anora and S.ansa could be childhood friends? She would likely be far more sharp of tongue than S.ansa was as a kid, but since I always imagine that Anora was a daughter from a noble northerner house? I feel that Anora would be actively fighting in the war with R.obb at the time, though not present at the Red Wedding for one reason or another, managing to survive by the skin of her teeth to regroup. Maybe Anora finds out that S.ansa is back at Winterfell? Being promised and married off to the B.oltons? I imagine that maybe she was part of the list of contacts that ‘the North remembers’ and while they are not successful because of T.heon’s betrayal of the candles and the killing of her maid; I’m thinking that maybe she could have met T.heon and S.ansa in the middle of the snow when P.odrick and B.rienne find them! Have them reunite after that and pick up the friendship and how they changed so much since they last saw each other.

the dimly lit crypts of winterfell now witnessed only wistful smiles   &   tearful goodbyes .       the noise of men hollering   &   screaming for their lives ,     muffled by the thick stone walls                          the true danger that they were being protected from was   sentiment :       the piercing cry of a loved one fighting   the dead .       but it creeps in from the cracks ,     clawing its way   even into the safest corners ,    escaping through the mouth of the girl seated beside her .         

hand extends to give hers a reassuring squeeze as a response .      for a moment ,    she realised how   pointless   these divided loyalties were .      after all ,  they were all on the same side                the breathing .     the hopeful .     the ones who will live .       the seven did not have them survive so long ,    through all the perils ,      to have their story end like this .     

                                   ❝    oh,    lady sansa.                           we still have time.    ❞

                he  relished  the  touch  of  winter        heated blood cooling as his pulse slowed to a    MORTAL    PACE.         he wasn't as inclined to    turn    even when his emotions became ragged bites to his form.           pressure against his ribs and hot iron in his throat as he tore himself into a     BEAST.         the crisp cool air kept a sense of     calmness    in him.         made him think before he acted out so     VIOLENTLY.         jaws opening to swallow the world whole and bring it down in chaos.          ———         his mind not as flushed.         but the lack of     morale    made him almost    ,     exhausted.          weren't humans suppose to be    . . .    exciting.          everyone either awaiting death or seeming to already be dead.

WHAT      ARE      A      HUNDRED      ARMIES             when  compared  to  a  woman  scorned  ?     she  had  been  a  lady,    once    .   .   .    now,    she  feels  more  dog  than  person,    more  feral,    tucked  in  her  shunned  corner  like  a  hound.    the  bastard’s  presence,    every  gods  forsaken  second  of  it,    prompted  resentment,    bitter  and  acidic,    within  her      :      𝐇𝐄𝐑      𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄      𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋      𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄      𝐇𝐄𝐑.    a  wife  would  tame  him,    bethany  had  hoped,    prayed,    but  the  gods  are  cruel  and  had  never  listened  before,    why  would  they  begin  now  ?    and  as  she  sits  with  sansa,    hands  lain  atop  the  fabrics  of  her  own  dress,    she  thinks  the  girl  might  share  that  sentient.    ramsay  bolton  snow  was  a  curse  she  would  wish  upon  nobody.         ❛        marriage  doesn’t  get  easier  with  the  years,    i’m  afraid.        ❜