#timeripe

Kharon blinks, “Oh, well look at you...” He says in a bit of awe, his amber hues sparking with golden flakes, the corner of his mouth turning up into a happy smile. He could say that he’s never quite felt a soul like theirs, it was so different, so strange to him. He couldn’t help how he looked at the other at the momnet. Not realizing right away that it could come off as crazy.

@timeripe​ said: NEED  ME

when was the first time sandor realized he needed her? if she asked, if anyone asked, he could name a few with ease. he needed her when he’d taken a dagger to his gut. needed her skilled hands and the stitches they had precisely sewn into his flesh. needed her words of restraint, however unsparing they might have been. or perhaps when someone had seen a cheap shot and taken it in the form of two fingers trying to enter his eye socket. he had made quite a fuss then. told her she had better save his eyesight or else. as if he would actually do anything. and despite the injury being much smaller than his dramatics made it seem, he needed her then.

he might say any of those answers, but not likely. he knows well there’s only one true answer to that question. knows well it was the night that alcohol didn’t do nearly as much to dull the sting as it usually did. when he could hardly stand to look at the fireplace, much less the torches that lined the halls. when it all came back to him, vibrant and he felt swollen with fear. constricted by it. spilling over the edges and it’s all he could do to keep himself together. and it was then that he realized she could heal without even using her hands. and he knew it wasn’t her place to fix him. not her duty to put him back together. sandor knew it well and he thinks that she knows it too. hopes that she knows it. but she was there all the same, was and is always there. that night was the first of many nights he would realize how much one person could truly need another. never before had he needed anyone other than himself. and that scared him.

send ‘pain is weakness leaving the body’ for a randomly generated outcome (alternatively, send it + reversed) // accepting 22. Arelia finds Jon with a black eye, ft. @timeripe

          don’t ask him how he managed this; such a prodigy, such talent for the most unexpected outcome that could have been featured in any circus. as many of mankind’s worst records, this one also began with a good intention at heart... namely, to take advantage of this weekend that Pan and Alana are spending over with aunt Sansa (and no doubt returning with a ton of new accessories and clothes, each), and put some order in the house. perfectly harmless, right? all the more when this angel that is Arelia offered to join in and come help? or it was, until the dreaded moment he decided it would be a smart idea to clean the books at the very top shelf on his own, rather than waiting for his friend to be back from grocery shopping.

          and, yes, although Jon himself is nowhere near vertically favored --- the shelf is a tall one, a big thing in vintage style that will probably outlive the entire country --- which means he was required to climb on a chair for it. again, nothing to be out of the ordinary... until the aforementioned shelf grew out of balance and the books fell over one by one. and it could have ended here but, of course, it didn’t --- with his luck, why would it? so, by the time he was safely down and collecting everything, actually congratulating himself on walking out of that unscathed --- that’s when one final book had the audacity to hop off and fall on his shoulder. and then... when glancing back up to assess the damage, that’s when the final, final book also slipped off and SMACKED him right on the face; literally on the face, like in the best comedy movies. and not a carefree magazine, not even one of Lily’s little tale books... rather, a thick volume that didn’t knock him out by miracle, and note taken to never again put the encyclopedia volumes on the top shelf.

apparently big comfy couch was canadian??? but a lot of americans have seen it

       Podrick turned the corner, holding a ledger meant for Lady Sansa when he almost ran into her. Color spread across his cheek beyond the chill of the cold. “M-Milady, I-I’m sorry.” He bows his head in apology. His throat tightened and he could no longer seem to breathe normally. Every time he saw her, his tongue felt swollen and dry. He could speak to any other lady without issues, even Lady Sansa who was the most beautiful one. But Arelia stole his words and made him act like a fool more than usual.

i’m not awake yet so i just imagine dany with this spray bottle yelling at them to leave people alone