Of late it seemed to him as if the very stones of Winterfell had turned against him. If I die, I die friendless and abandoned. What choice did that leave him, but to live?
“Would you prefer to dress in silk and velvet? There was a time when you were fond of such, I do recall.”
“No,” he insisted, shrilly. “No, I only want these clothes. Reek’s clothes. I’m Reek, it rhymes with peek.” His heart was beating like a drum, and his voice rose to a frightened squeak. “I don’t want a bath. Please, m’lord, don’t take my clothes.”
“Will you let us wash them, at least?”
“No. No, m’lord. Please.”
↳ A Dance with Dragons / A Song of Ice and Fire
‘little soldier / little insect / you know war / it has no heart / it will kill you in the sunshine / or happily / in the dark’ (‘No one would riot for less’ - Bright Eyes)
when we were liars things were seamless
when we were wired the world was like a secret
“For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother.”
-William Shakespeare, Henry V
game of thrones AU → rickon, jon, and theon as sansa stark’s queensguard
This was her guard, her sworn swords: her brother the wolfling, who the men said was half-wild; the last of their kin, the somber wolf who never spoke; and even the Kraken, broken as he was, for he owed a terrible debt. For the memory of their brother, they would put a crown of swords upon her head and seat her on the throne of winter.
