( musebox ) a song of ice and fire

[ritornello]

asoiaf museboxing → Respond to one of my characters → Profit \o/ → A note: I don't play porn. Otherwise, I'm game for anything. prompts Interpret the following words as you like, or make up your own. AU and/or game memories are all good, just make sure you specify! accusation • airport • anger • autumn • beginning • betrayal • booze • coma • comfort • creation • denial • destruction • dreams • festive • fluff • future • ice cream • imagination • injury • innocence • kingdom • knowledge • letters • mistletoe • nurturing • options • pain • passion • picturesque • pristine • promise • rain • reflection • renewal • romance • roses • scent • shadows • snow • spring • storm • summer • sunset • underwear • warmth • wind • window • winter

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Catelyn Stark

[troutoutofwater]

comfort. an au in which sansa somehow got back to riverrun to cat and robb and NO RED WEDDING idk???

[porcelainivorysteel]

[ The King's Road had been something hopeful for Sansa when she had made the journey from Winterfell King's Landing, with her father and her sister and what had seemed then like all of King Robert's court. She had longed many times since to see it again, to return the way she'd come. In Winterfell she had dreamed of King's Landing, but in King's Landing she had dreamed of nothing but home, of the quiet days with winter's chill in the air that she would spend doing needlework under Septa Mordane's tutelage, listening to Arya scuff her feet against the floor in protest. Her heart had ached for Winterfell.

Riverrun is not Winterfell, but the moment she sees her lady mother, that ceases to matter. In the courtyard she lets her cloak slide from her shoulders into the mud, entirely heedless of it as she throws her arms about Catelyn's neck without regard for propriety, burying her face against her familiar Tully-red hair as she feels a sob of relief building up in her body. ]

Re: comfort. an au in which sansa somehow got back to riverrun to cat and robb and NO RED WEDDING id

[troutoutofwater]

[ Part of her had almost given up hope of ever seeing her daughters again. But she told herself that all would be lost if she gave up. And every day, she would hope. And pray.

Her father is already passed. They say that her youngest two sons are gone as well. She would give anything to see her daughters again.

She spots a flash of auburn, and for a moment, almost couldn't believe her eyes. It must be a ghost; she'd prayed so much, slept so little, and had nothing to eat. She must be delirious by now.

Catelyn feels the warm embrace, and any doubt she had melted away in that second. She blinks back the tears that well up in her eyes, and she holds her daughter close to her.

So close. She won't let her go again. ]

Robert Baratheon

[whoresandwine]

Joffrey Baratheon

[needsagoodslapping]

[thricewed]

Your Grace.

[ There is a small smile on Margaery's face just the slightest twinkle in her eye as she folds her hands neatly in front of her, the late afternoon sunlight making her brown hair redder than usual, contrasting her cool light green gown. ]

I understand that you are inundated with important duties, but might you spare me a moment of your time?

[needsagoodslapping]

[ A pause, as he glances behind him from the balcony. For a moment, there's almost a glimmer of something that looks like excitement in his eyes, but then he quickly pushes it away, and resumes a largely disinterested look. ]

I suppose I could spare a few minutes.

What is it? [ He manages for most of that to sound entirely neutral. But at the last little bit, he can't help but inflect his tone upwards, sounding almost like a curious little boy who's about to open a Christmas present ]

Sandor Clegane / The Hound

[hatesfire]

autumn fluff pls?

[doveprincess]

[Sansa is sitting among the leaves in the floor of the godswood, watching as more of them fall from the trees, float in the wind, and finally collect on the carpet on the floor. It is still autumn in King's Landing, but the smell of winter is in the air, and the Stark girl knows it's not far. Winter is coming, as the Stark words say.

But for her, winter arrived the day her father was executed. Her world became grey and dark, and without her family by her side, so very cold. She sighs, playing with the leaves, and almost ready to go back inside when she hears someone approaching her.]

[hatesfire]

[ He's a soldier, not a babysitter. Still, he can't deny that there's something intriguing about the Stark girl, and he doesn't mind being sent to check up on her.

He doesn't bother hiding his presence as he approaches ]

Is this how you northerners pray? Can they hear you better if you're rolling around in the dirt?

[doveprincess]

[Sansa looks up at the Hound, looking scared. She even moves a bit backwards.]

S-Ser... I... I don't know...