@flayersdaughter/ @secondsonofwinter Sent: No, No, No, Dont Die On Me! (with Whoever You Want To Hurt

@flayersdaughter/ @secondsonofwinter sent: “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” (with whoever you want to hurt me with from our many ships) 

Send me “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” for a scenario in which my muse dies protecting yours.  

She hadn’t thought as she threw herself between Eddard and the Bolton soldier. All she had thought was that she couldn’t just stand by and watch him die. His name had left her lips when she had started to move, his head had turned in time to see the sword slice into her neck.

Fear filled her, her hands moving to her throat to press against the bleeding as she sinks to the ground. The sounds of the battle around them dim as she refocuses, looking at him as his arms move around her. His words aren’t reaching her ears as she looks up at him, but she can make out what he is saying still. She watches his lips to know what he is telling her, lips that she had watched on so many different occasions.

There were so many words left unsaid.

Edd, she tries to say, her cut throat leaving her words silent. One hand stays on the wound, blood still pooling around her fingers, while the other clings to his surcoat. I don’t want to die. She sobs, her body shaking as he holds her in his arms. There was so much she wished she had said before, so much that she wishes she had done. I love you, please don’t leave me. I’m scared.

if I fall silent, I'm sorry but a snake just killed my cat this afternoon

@astormofsilk​

aemond/alys ideal dynamic

Imagine being Corlys though.

The family is over for your daughter’s funeral, her creepy husband says she was immolated. You look over and your son’s wife is making out with her uncle who is your daughter’s creepy husband on the beach as though all 800 people here can’t see them. Your brother keeps stopping the funeral speech to ask why the grandsons are white. Your daughter’s creepy husband audibly giggles at the eulogy. Your decrepit cousin is sundowning and thinks this is a birthday party. Your wife tells you the grandsons ARE white. One of the kids almost kills himself stealing a dragon, your granddaughters jump him and they all get into a knife fight. It’s 3am. Your decrepit cousin’s wife backhands one of the kids and shanks your son’s wife. Where is your son? Kneeling in the beach trying not to puke. You ask your son’s side piece to give him some water and you all go to bed. You wake up to the news your son somehow also got immolated. Your wife is screaming, the grandkids are gone, the sitting room is on fire, someone left a note for the wedding registry of your son’s wife and your daughter’s creepy husband and circled “coffee maker”. It is now 3:25am

KAHLAN AMNELL in Legend of the Seeker | 1.22 “Reckoning”

@agirlofwinterfell/ @songcfmuses sent: “tell them who you are.” shaena for viserys

Westeros: an American Musical - Sentence Starters

“King Robert Baratheon” (Alexander Hamilton)

Viserys stood straight, the young man rolling his shoulders back at his elder sister’s words. Words that spurred him to courage. He was not alone in this world, not like he once thought that he was. Had not been since the day that he had left Dany where they were staying to sell their mother’s crown in order to fill their bellies. He’d returned with the crown, food and their sister at his side. He still remembered his realization, and the relief that she’d given him.

“I am King Viserys Targaryen third of his name. Rightful King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.” His hand went to his sword, resting gently on the hilt as he prayed that he would not have to draw a blade his did not have proper training to use. “You will show respect and you will NOT talk to my sister as you just did.”