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he’d left it.   last time.   sansa hadn’t figured out whyand he hadn’t asked about it since;   hadwrapped himself in furs,  last time, and left when he knew that noone would be patrolling the floors outside her chambers.   Of course, he would know it all.   would know because he organised it.   was meant to take care of her more than anyone elsein these grounds.   she had told himit,  once,  and he had wrapped fingers around her throat in a way that sansa couldn’tquite describe.  even now,  reflecting on it.   surrounded by fire and furs enough for morethan just her.   she doesn’t think as she puts his tunic on that night, admires the way it’s too big.   the way it feels like his.   thefact that she shouldn’t be wearing it to begin with;  but she lays back,  surrounded by furs,  eyes closed.  bare legs stretching,  hair spread around her like a halo.   sansa knowsshe shouldn’t be surprised when he’s opening the door,  just like she knew he would.   the way his movements falter,  only for amoment,  as he sees her on her bed.   the way she only turns her head to the sideto look over at him;   one hand raisingabove her head,  the hem of his tunic rising, the other lost somewhere beside her hip.   he stares.  she grins.     “you shouldhave knocked—   i could have had anyone in here,”    the look in his eye changes then, immediately.   sansa allows herselfto revelin it.

she would laugh,  if not for the fact she felt the same.   surrounded by the dead,  the snow,  the fire that dragons brought with them.   the others that had come forward,  wanted to stand with the north.   she doesn’t know why he chose to,  doesn’t care.   they need all they can get,  according to jon.   sansa didn’t know what she would do to feed them all,  couldn’t focus on that with him standing before her.   expression serious,  and she can’t stop the twitch at the corner of her own mouth.   the only thing that does crack,  before she’s rising to a stand.   doesn’t need to listen to more of why he’s there;   why he thinks this is a good idea.   if he wants to die,  then she won’t stop him from trying.   if he wants to be a hero...   well,  that’s a journey he’ll have to see to on his own.     “you and i are more alike than you would assume then,”     she answers,  cutting.   rude,  despite herself.   fingers ghost the table between them,  and she rounds it.   sits on the edge,  tilts her head to the side.   she wonders what he would do in a war.   she knows she won’t be able to find out.   “let’s hope that the gods   --   any there may be,”     a pause.   she doesn’t believe.   hasn’t since cersei lannister.   since she was cut apart and stitched together again.   a new woman.   a different woman.   a woman all the same.     “will be kind to you,  because the night is long and unforgiving,  ser shelby.” 

House of Cards //  Accepting // @warcrownd

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                   ‘ look -- i don’t particularly care either way. ‘

lol he even has a connection with linda n cheats on er