My Skin Has Turned To Porcelain, To Ivory, To Steel.

my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

Make Me Choose: Sansa Stark or Arya Stark for @longbottomneville

“My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel”

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A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here.

Yet she stepped out all the same. Her boots tore ankle-deep holes into the smooth white surface of the snow, yet made no sound. Sansa drifted past frosted shrubs and thin dark trees, and wondered if she were still dreaming. Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover's kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

wolves are supposed to be brave, aren’t they?

brave. sansa took a deep breath. i am a stark, yes, i can be brave.

otp aesthetic: sandor clegane & sansa stark

“He is no true knight, but he saved me all the same,” she told the Mother. “Save him if you can, and gentle the rage inside him.”

♛ || 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗥  𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧  [  @fandomaestheticnet  ]  ➤   𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙺  𝙾𝙽𝙴  ✧  𝖯𝖨𝖭𝖪  ∴  𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌  ——  ❛ You are not weak .  You are full of spines and wars ,   scars and fire .  You are fighting to carry a heart so heavy even Atlas cannot hold it up .  There is all of this quiet ,   drowning kind of falling apart inside you and yet you are still breathing .  You are still here .  You are still here . ❜