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               ❝Are you alright?❞ Ava asked the stranger. She didn’t know if the blood was his                or someone else’s but either way...she was the Queen and it was her job to make                sure all were safe...even if she wasn’t in her own realm.

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Lyanna stared at him from across the room. Their child sleeping,herself mostly undressed while he still wore all of his clothes andhis cloak, she crossed her arms. It pushed her breasts together,which hurt because they had begun to swell again -- full of milk.     “I have always supported you. I have given my counsel      when you’ve asked for it. I have watched as you’ve      ignored what I’ve had to say and I’ve done the same      when you have listened to what I have to say. This      being said, I don’t CARE. If you sacrifice yourself for      me, I will follow you wherever the souls of people who      believe in the Old Gods go to and make you wish you      hadn’t been so pigheaded. I need you alive and well.      And I will not run if we are ambushed.”Her heart strings plucked as if they were a harp. There were wordson the edge of her tongue that she knew she shouldn’t say, but heneeded to know that he was being serious. This was no joking matter.     “If we die, we die. But first, we LIVE. Jon Snow. Promise me.”

{alright everyone. I’m going to tell you all a little story. I was rping one day and saw this URL in my recommended blogs, uponhorseback. And I was like, eh, what the hell. Pompeii was decent and Kit Harington is bae. Like lord above and sweet baby Jesus, Kit is bae. I didn’t expect to hit it of with this Milo character. He was very detached and Lyanna is better than I am at realizing that people don’t want to be around her or to talk to her than I am. Then BOOM. Somehow, our muses were all hearteyes for one another and I even made another verse for the interactions with this Milo.}{then, Taylor (the mun) decided she was going to make a Jon Snow and I was THRILLED. Without even intending on doing so, Lyanna and Jon were shipped together and would be inseparable (even after he fucking dies jfk).}{honestly, Taylor has been the best things to happen to me on this site. I actually thought, for a while, that I was annoying her. I get really into all of my ships (romantic and not) and I always worry that I bother people. Not only do I think I bother them with my shipping and brotping, I don’t like to push Lyanna on people who aren’t willing.}{but Taylor is great, jon is great, milo is great, bruce is great and I will follow her wherever she goes. If she makes a Powerpuff girl roleplaying blog, I will fucking interact with that shit. You may bet your bottom dollar. I have met my match and she’s GROUNDED FOR POSTING SAD THINGS ON THE DASH WHEN SHE’S ABOUT TO GO ON VACATION.}{ps. Jon and Lyanna’s ship name is Snowfyre. just saying.}

{squishy babies, right wcrthlcss?}

“Will you stop struggling?!”     Her question came  out  as  a hiss and a whisper.     There  was  no  way for him to have known it was     her  who  was  keeping  his  mouth  closed.  One     arm  wrapped  around  his  shoulders,  trying   to     keep him  still,  while  the  other’s  hand  pressed     against her lover’s mouth.      She had wanted to surprise him, but her cloaked     body  had  scared  him  instead  and  Jon almost     called out to his Brothers.          “Jon! Will you stop? You’re going to get us both killed!”     

Lyanna pressed her body against Jon’s under the umbrellathey shared and she laughed loudly. The rain have begunto pour around them. They could barely see two feet in frontof them, and they were already soaked -- their umbrelladoing absolutely nothing for them.          “How much further is your apartment?!           We’re going to drown if we stay out here           much longer, my love.”

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗