#stags0n

[theyoungwclf]

robb, @prodigum's theon and @stags0n when @winterreigned walks in on them

[winterreigned]

‘ wherever you stray, i’ll follow. ’ @stags0n

𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 , 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺. rays of warmth can melt even the most stubborn layers of ice. sansa stark was very much a blizzard , a swirling storm of all that has made or broke her these past several years. a girl barely of twenty , yet lines on her face portray years beyond her. worry , fear , pain ──── they've all found a home on once porcelain skin.

she is no stranger to the whispers of winterfell , of the nicknames each of her siblings have earned. jon the victor , bran: seer of all , arya the fierce , though when it comes to sansa , she cannot help the hurt that washes over her. the lady of ice , they have declared her. her mother once said they called sansa the sunshine of winter , for she was born upon a brief turn of season. now , the north has her hardened , would it be this way if she were a man? trauma makes men strong in their eyes , but women?

gendry stands before her , cracking the surface. smiles are seldom shared with strangers , though this a defense purely out of distrust. it is hard to view anyone as worthy of her confidence , not when it has been shattered time and time again. yet , he stands before her , and she cannot help but trust him. perhaps , it's because her sister does so fiercely. jon , ser davos , they all seem to find gendry worth of their loyalties. in this time of desperation , dragons flying about , dead marching to strike , a lion atop the iron throne , their trust is enough to allow sansa to lend it to gendry as well. allow the girl of old , who saw the best in everyone , wanted to believe the world was good and pure like the songs , a chance to return once more. to let sunlight conquer ice.

❝ the north is grateful for such loyalties , especially in times as precarious as the ones we find ourselves in. ❞ there's a curt nod of the head as she speaks , sansa may be different in many ways , yet she still maintains the composure of a lady , no matter what has been stripped from her. she is no fool , however , sansa is clever enough to pick up on meanings behind gendry's words. of course , she has been in his company more as of late , with winterfell seeking out any blacksmith willing and able. he has joined their table , been a part of many a discussion. sansa cannot help but be intrigued by him , cannot help the slight blush that creeps across cheeks as she smiles at gendry. perhaps , onlookers will attribute this to the sharp winter winds. how unproper it would look , in truth , for the lady of winterfell to spend her time chatting in the forges when much was to be done to ready for battle. yet , she cannot bring herself to leave.

❝ the north hopes... that if all of this shall pass , you would consider following here well after. ❞ once more , she deflects , makes the north a vessel for herself. though , if she has learned anything over the years , everyone either dies and leaves , sometimes walls are necessary.

[lannioness]

ew

what? u saw ur dark ass hair?

[theyoungwclf]

anyone else love when i'm out of context?

[theyoungwclf]

"The way your brow furrows when you're thinking - it's cute."

flirting prompts / accepting / @stags0n

Nothing was quite as surprising as the friendship Robb had built with Gendry over the last months. Preparing for the long night had meant a lot of time spent together, and while the fallen king didn't know the first thing about forging, he was still interested in watching the man work and converse with him since he strangely was one of the few who wasn't his family that he could stand. It wasn't exactly a secret that Robb was not good company, gruff, rude and jaded, he nearly always had a glare glued to his face, arms crossed against his chest and a venomous tone dripping from his lips. The friendly and noble king that he once was just didn't exist anymore, and yet Gendry didn't seem to mind his earlier prickly side, for his continued presence chiseled away the stone that gave way to the young man that once was. Robb usually found himself smiling with the other, and it wasn't rare for him to even laugh.

He was just a different person around Gendry.

He was in deep thought, thoughts of battle strategy and worry over the days to come, Robb would often lose himself in said thoughts and yet Gendry's comment immediately gripped him and pulled him back from the brink of terror. Turning, his curls bounce on his head from the movement, steeled gaze settling on the smith before a hint of a smile curves at the corner of his lips. " You think I'm cute, bastard? " He jests, booted foot echoing against the stone floor as he steps closer.

" That's quite the switch. Most people think I look like I got trampled by a horse with my permanent frown. " His gaze drops from Gendry's face to his arms and hands and further down to the curve of his rear before rising again. " Keep it up. Then maybe I'll tell you what I think is cute about you. "