The Snow: Chapter 2
* Warnings, such as they are: 1) angst and 2) NSFW language.
(Chapter 1 is here.)
“Sansa?”
Jon tapped at the door again, this one not quite so gently. “Sansa, are you all right?”
Do I bloody look all right to you? she wanted to scream at him, but that sounded entirely stupid when said to someone who could not, in fact, look at her at the moment, so Sansa settled for, “Piss off, Jon, I’m fine. And no, I don’t need anything.”
She heard him sigh. “All right,” he replied, and she could hear the energy draining out of his voice. “But if you need anything, come get me, all right?”
Sansa very nearly launched the flowered pillowcase she was still holding at the door, but that would have provoked a further response from Jon, and dealing with Jon was the last thing she needed right now. The energy drained out of her arm as surely as it had left Jon’s voice just moments ago, and she set the pillowcase on the floor.
“Sansa?”
Sansa shut her eyes tightly. One, two, three, four…please, just let him go away –
Prestigious awards now held by a sexual predator:
- President of the United States
- Golden Globe Winner- Best Actor
- Academy Award Winner- Best Actor
- Critic’s Choice Award Winner- Best Actor
Idgaf that #’s 2, 3, and 4 are all the same dude... That still has to be some kind of record.
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.
Jon/Sansa- Snow White & the Huntsman Au
Jon stared at Sansa’s body where is was laid in repose in the Great Hall of Winterfell Castle, with Ghost keeping vigil at her feet. She was still as the grave; still as she had been since she took a bite of Queen Cersei’s poisoned apple and breathed her last. Her skin is still white as snow, hair red as a rose; were it not for how still she was, and how cold, it was almost as though she could merely be sleeping. Jon swung up his wineskin and took a long drag as he approached her. “You deserved better… I once had a wife, Princess. Ygritte was her name. When I came back from the wars I carried with me the stench of death and the anger of the lost. I wasn’t worth saving, that’s for sure. She did so anyway. And I loved her so much. I loved her more than anyone or anything. Then I let her out of my sight and she was gone. And I became myself again. A self I never cared for. Until you. See, you remind me of her. Her heart, her spirit. But now you, too, have gone. You both deserved better and I’m so sorry I failed you. I’m so sorry. But you’ll be a queen in Heaven now and sit among the angels.” He took a shuddering breath and fought to keep the tears he felt coming at bay. As he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips, Jon felt one hot tear slide down his cheek. “Rest well my love.”
Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. It matters that you don't just give up.
—Stephen Hawking
For @madgesundersee, Monty Green Queen and Captain of the HMS Minty.
Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies.
Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know.
—Incarceron | Catherine Fisher
For @hawthornewhisperer, King Roan of Azgeda (and also My Panties) First of His Name Ruler of Ice Nation (and also My Bedroom).
People like us Know how to survive There's no point in living If you can't feel alive We know when to kiss And we know when to kill If we can't have it all Then nobody will
—The world is not enough | Garbage
For @thelovelylights, your Sassy Slytherin Son.
{bellamy}
you weren’t born in a thunderstorm and heavens didn’t shake when you let out your first cry,
but you learned how to make lightning out of nothing and you shook the heavens all on your own.
— you are what you choose to be | Lana R. (@marauders-groupie/@sunsetablaze)