#theirmadness: Sansa

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@theirmadness Asked:

no one wearing a crown comes in the name of peace. // from sansa @ cersei

【༶•⛧┈♛】   ――――    Cersei's   lips   curled   into   a   thin   smile.   ❝   You're   learning,   little   dove.   ❞   She   said,   swirling   the   wine   in   her   goblet.   ❝   But   peace   can   take   many   forms.   Sometimes   it's   achieved   through   strength,   through   showing   one's   power.   Those   who   wear   crowns   must   concern   themselves   with   power.   ❞   She   took   a   sip   of   wine,   her   eyes   never   leaving   Sansa's   face.   ❝   The   game   of   thrones   leaves   no   room   for   idealism.   ❞ 

A   chill   wind   swept   through   the   courtyard,   causing   the   torches   to   flicker.   Cersei   pulled   her   crimson   cloak   tighter   around   her   shoulders.

❝   The   only   peace   for   Winterfell   now…   ❞   Cersei   replied   coolly.   ❝   Is   the   kind   that   ensures   House   Lannister's   supremacy.   It's   steel   and   gold   that   rule   the   Seven   Kingdoms,   not...empty   words   of   honor   or   love.   ❞   Cersei   finished,   her   voice   dripping   with   contempt.   ❝   Your   father   never   understood   that.   It's   why   he   lost   his   head.   ❞   She   set   down   her   goblet   with   a   sharp   clink.

Cersei   laughed,   a   harsh   sound   devoid   of   mirth.   ❝   Remember   this,   little   dove.   In   this   world,   there   are   only   two   types   of   people:   lions   and   sheep.   The   sheep   always   end   up   as   prey.   And   you   must   decide   which   you   will   be.   ❞

Cersei's   eyes   glittered   dangerously.   ❝   I   am   a   lioness,   child.   I   take   what   I   want,   when   I   want   it.   The   weak   exist   to   serve   the   strong.   ❞   In   the   flickering   light,   Cersei's   features   seemed   to   sharpen,   her   beauty   taking   on   a   predatory   edge.

[paralyziingfears]

sc. / @theirmadness.

[  ....  ]         having  a  hot  meal  and  warm  shelter  seemed  to  be  a  privilege  nowadays  and  brienne  was  thankful  for  it.  sitting  across  from  sansa,  she  could  tell  that  something  was  bothering  her,  but  she  couldn't  quite  pinpoint  what  that  was.  brienne  straightened  her  posture  and  cleared  her  throat  a  bit,      ❝     lady  sansa    ...     is  something  troubling  you    ?    ❞

[withguilt]

she knows not who this man is — so quickly her sword is unsheathed. so ready she has become: prepared to strike, prepared to defend. the fact they call sansa's name (a male unfamiliar to brienne) leaves the woman on edge. they have traveled too far, traveled too long to be discovered. she means to bring sansa to safety, as promised to the girl's mother. and the male – whoever they are, brings out defensive behavior from her. (it was shock on his face. not joy or relief. how easy it could be read that he was an enemy, not a friend.)

ㅤㅤㅤ“put away your blade.”   –  sansa, @theirmadness

brows furrow and the blonde hesitantly eyes the one to her side. perhaps she has misread the situation. ❝ you trust this one? ❞

[ravarui]

ROMANTIC GESTURES

BOLD what applies to your muse, ITALICIZE if there's potential / it depends. repost, don't reblog.

holding hands ( in public ) · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument while gently guiding their hands · compliments · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight( verbally / physically ) · joint bubble baths · dropping the l-bomb ( "i love you" ) · dedicating a song to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite ( of a meal )

holding hands ( in public ) · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument while gently guiding their hands · compliments · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight( verbally / physically ) · joint bubble baths · dropping the l-bomb ( "i love you" ) · dedicating a song to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite ( of a meal )

tagged by: @rcmancedawn tagging: @sunmad @theirmadness (Sansa & Dany) @ikkaku-of-heart @seaoftales @aamaranthiine and whoever else wants to do it

[of-wine-and-blood]

@theirmadness sent: [ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 ] : receiver pleads sender to not go. // sansa @ petyr

❝sansa,❞ petyr baelish breathed out, her name barely louder than a whisper on his lips but he knew that sansa heard him. ❝don't go.❞ she couldn’t leave him, not her, not like cat… he took her under his wing, he took care of her, protected her, loved her… 

petyr reached out to the stark girl with his slender hand, fingers almost brushing the wooly collar of her cloak. ❝sansa, you cannot leave.❞

[of-wine-and-blood]

@theirmadness sent: playing with their hair. // sansa @ marg

margaery ran a comb through sansa's hair, the locks thick and auburn against her hands. both the highborn ladies were sitting in the gardens, the trees granting them shade and the nearby fountain colding the air with tiny droplets. 

margaery gently pushed the strands to one side, her hand brushing against sansa's neck in the process. she began to braid her hair, leaning against sansa's body, so close that she could smell the stark lady's perfume. 

❝are you planning to impress my brother with your new hairstyle?❞ she joked, the words slightly souring in her mouth as she pinned a loose strand of hair into its place.

[paralyziingfears]

[  ....  ]            brienne  could  see  the  fiery  rage  that  was  roaring  inside  of  sansa's  eyes  and  she  couldn't  blame  the  young  stark.  @theirmadness  has  gone  through  so  much  at  such  a  young  age  and,  yet,  has  come  out  on  the  other  end  stronger  than  most  women  she  meets.  she  found  herself  feeling  proud  to  be  the  protector  of  lady  stark,  the  last  stark  left  standing,  and  all  she  wished  to  do  was  make  catelyn  proud  too.  it  was  more  important  to  her  than  ever  to  ensure  sansa's  safety  and  sansa's  happiness.  if  that  included  bringing  the  head  of  the  bastard  that  abused  her,  then  so  she  shall.

she  nodded  at  sansa's  words,  her  expression  serious  yet  worried,  ❝  whatever  my  lady  wishes,  so  shall  i  do  ...  ❞  brienne  promised,  lowering  her  head  at  the  respect  of  lady  sansa.  she  maintained  eye  contact  again  with  sansa  when  she  began  to  speak  and  answer  her  question.  she  understood  where  she  was  coming  from  but  a  part  of  her  refused  to  believe  it.  it  was  never  too  late  to  exact  revenge  on  someone  deserving  of  it.  she  sighed  softly,  ❝  it  is  never  too  late,  my  lady.  if  i  promise  we  shall  cut  the  head  off  of  that  bastard's  shoulders,  then  we  shall.  who's  to  say  we  cannot  do  what  needs  to  be  done  ?  ❞  she  suggested  subtly,  taking  a  drink  of  her  ale.

❝  just  because  we  are  women  does  not  mean  we  are  not  strong  enough  to  do  this  task  ourselves  ...  ❞

hearing brienne speak those words made her feel warm inside.

for so long, she had felt so alone. seeing the familiar walls of winterfell had been a relief. every time she remembers how ramsay had made sansa fear her own home, she is filled with rage. she wishes she could kill him herself. it wasn't becoming of a lady to feel this way. her septa would've surely chatised her for this. but her septa has been dead for years now. and sansa is the lady of the house. in fact, sansa is the only stark left alive. and she refuses to be afraid.

the fear had long since turned to rage. ❝ i look forward to being there for that day, brienne. ❞ it would bring her great pleasure to not only watch ramsay die but watch it be done by a woman, no less. sansa had begged the gods for a brave knight, and the gods had answered her prayers in the most unusual of ways. sansa sighed at brienne's next question, glancing away from the blonde. ❝ my brother is too much like my father. he won't act until ramsay does, because it's the honourable thing to do. but by then, i'm afraid it might be too late. ❞

sansa had her own plans in mind, already. and she know she could trust brienne to keep her secrets. she took her oaths very seriously.

[paralyziingfears]

[  ....  ]                brienne  understood  why  sansa  was  so  deeply  disappointed  by  ramsay's  existence.  all  he's  ever  done  was  hurt,  abuse,  and  use  her.  threaten  her  existence  and  her  family  was  something  sansa  would  never  take  lightly,  and  brienne  simply  understood  that.  she  wished  she  could  do  more;  she  wished  she  could  take  that  bastard  down  herself  to  ensure  lady  sansa  her  safety  and  peace  but,  it  simply  wasn't  possible   ...   at  least,  not  right  now.

she  listened  to  her  lady  speak,  her  hands  wrapped  around  her  own  mug  of  mead  and  nodding,   ❝   i  swear  one  day  i  will  rip  his  head  off  his  shoulders  myself,  my  lady.  i  swear  it.  one  day,  he  will  no  longer  draw  breath   ...   ❞   she  tells  sansa  with  a  soft  but  serious  tone.  she  takes  a  generous  sip  of  her  mead,  sighing  a  bit  afterward.  she  looks  around  then  back  at  her  lady,   ❝   surely,  your  brother  is  capable  of  doing  something,  is  he  not   ?   ❞ @theirmadness.

sansa really thought she was going to die out there. frozen in the snow, or mauled by one of ramsay's bloody hounds. instead, she had found herself a true knight. brienne of tarth was the truest of knights that she had ever met. but, that doesn't mean sansa's worries are all gone. sure, she is glad to be safe, warm, and reunited with jon. she is safe now she has brienne, who has sworn her her sword and life.

but, winterfell remains in ramsay's hold. she cannot stomach that.

sansa downs the mead in her cup.

it was awful, but it did the job of warming her insides.

❝ ramsay. ❞ just saying the name left a sour and bitter, lingering taste in sansa's mouth. ❝ he still draws breath. in my castle. in my home. i cannot feel at ease until winterfell is freed. ❞ she looks at brienne, her expression softening. ❝ i'm sorry. i don't mean to concern you. i'm fine. truly. i simply... cannot rest, knowing he still draws breath. ❞