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[fifthbornforrester]

@clydlgn​ | " look, it's not that bad, really... i promise you, i'm fine. "

HIS PLACKART LAY AT HER FEET, discarded like the man she pounced on from behind earlier. His body lay farther away, crowing cold and pale. He deserved it, Talia surmises, thinking he could pull a blade out on them and get away with it. The man had been feebleminded going up against a knight and a skilled fighter. However, he had been successful in a strike to the fleshy part of Clyde’s front, a sliver of exposed flesh between two metal pieces where his shoulder lay. It is not super deep, nor did it hit any arteries, but the wound must be closed. 

“Hush,” she bends over him, needle threaded between nimble fingers. “If the wound is not stitched, it could become infected. I will NOT let you lose another limb.” Her eyes catch his, the sun turning his irises golden like the richest of honeys. Her lips part, needle going forgotten for a moment as she takes him in. It has become a more common occurrence, looking upon him a bit too long. At the realization, she tears her gaze away to focus on the task at hand. “Deep breaths, ser. I will try my best not to hurt you further.”

alternatively, send in “ LOOK, IT’S NOT THAT BAD, REALLY… I PROMISE YOU, I’M FINE. ” for the receiver to find out that the sender, having been wounded earlier in the day, has been keeping their injury a secret from the receiver.

[fifthbornforrester]

@northvow​ said: ❛  fight  because  you  don’t  know  how  to  die  quietly  .  ❜ 

AT FIRST, IT WAS REVENGE. It had always been fueled by revenge. But now, the feeling has evolved. Her songs of revenge ring true in a new way, a new melody, new lyrics. No longer revenge, but JUSTICE. This is for justice. Too long have they all been wronged, too long have they been beaten into the mud. No longer. She must fight stronger than ever before. She must not fight only for herself, not only for her home, but for the North, for EVERYONE. If she die on the battlefield, so be it. She will not go out quietly, no. She will scream, she will SING. Her body squares off, shoulders tight, chin raised.

“I will not let you down.” 

❥     𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  ,  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  .

[fifthbornforrester]

@stovmborn​ said: “  you’re my family.  ” (bYE !!!!! dany viewing talia as a lil sister knowing most of her siblings are gone & wanting to be good to tal in a way that viserys was never good to her 🤡 🔫 i swear i fuck myself up on a daily basis)

SHE STILL BOWS OUT OF RESPECT. Daenerys is her queen, after all. But after such bows, their barriers shatter. Newer people in the courts are shocked by such blatant signs of affection when the two embrace after formalities. When many go to chambers to speak of politics, they go to chambers to embrace the freedom they so rightly deserve. They do just that in one of their occupied chambers, sharing a bed for the moment as they sip on wine and lounge upon the large mattress. For now, the cups lay upon bedside tables, the girls laying on their backs in the candlelit-filled glow of the room. 

The moment of silence that was preceded by laughter is a comfortable one. In this moment, they can catch their breaths and wipe the stray tears away. Yet it feels like the entire world is tilted in on Talia at the words uttered by Daenerys. She visibly stills, head turning to take the other woman in. For once, there is no emptiness in her chest. No. For now, it is almost so full it could BURST. Her teeth sink into her plump bottom lip to prevent trembling, pausing once again to compose herself. The index finger of the hand closest to Dany nudges the identical finger of the other woman, wrapping around the digit like the gentlest of vipers. One by one, their fingers entwine until their hands are joined and ends the dance with the tiniest of squeezes. 

“As you are mine.” 

softer prompts

[fifthbornforrester]

@stovmborn​ said: ❛   i  hope  you  know  how  proud  i  am  you  were  created .  ❜

A SENTENCE SO FOREIGN CAUSES TALIA TO FLASH HER TEETH, the apples of her cheeks protruding outwards with the wide smile she is presenting. Proud of being created? That is definitely a first. Still, there is no place she would rather be than standing upon the steps of the newly renovated Great Hall listening to the Queen’s thanks. Ironrath has transformed in greater lengths than Talia could ever have imagined. She desired to build it back better than she could ever remember, but what stands before her now is beyond her wildest dreams. The new residents are FED, happy, never having to wish for anything in their lives. This is the future Talia had always desired for Ironrath. Now, in her hands, it is POSSIBLE. 

“I shall be thanking my parents for such things when I visit them next, then, Your Grace. I had nothing to do with the sort.” She hopes now, witnessing the courtyard flourish with life around them, that her parents would be proud of her. She has learned the best from the both of them and they live within her heart forever. Although they have been gone for years, her love for them will never subside. “Is there anything in particular you wish to see?” 

*   𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐁𝐘  𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈��  𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐎  .