𓉸ྀི Interview With The Vampire (1994) ; Accepting .

she   should   not   have   spoken,    a   fact   that   rings   so   painfully   within   her   temples   as   she   watches   his   attention   turn   to   her        –        as   she   watches   eyes   that   had   forgotten   about   her   flicker   back   with   life   at   remembrance   of   her   in   the   corner.    it   was   a   mistake   she   made   often   enough   now,    the   reminder   that   as   a   bastard   she   was   meant   to   be   not   seen   nor   heard,    whereas   the   position   she'd   been   so   used   to   had   been   anything   but;    a   lady   of   her   standing   was   used   to   being   present   and   in   center,    used   to   having   eyes   upon   her        .   .   .        sansa   would've   given   anything   to   slink   back   into   the   shadow   of   the   corner   of   the   chamber   now,       back   into   the   forgottenness   of   her   seat,    to   where   littlefinger   had   told   her   to   play   her   role   as   little   mouse   to   listen   and   little   else. 

“   father   does   not   wish   for   me   to   sit   with   you.   ”        she   replies   coolly,    placid   as   her   gaze   shifts   back   to   her   embroidery.    it   was   easier   to   not   look   at   him,    to   not   acknowledge   features   that   held   a   sickening   familiarity   she   could   not   explain        –        looking   at   him   made   her   think   of   robb.   of   bran   and   rickon.   in   her   trailing   thoughts,    she   forgets   the   placement   of   her   needle;    forgets   that   which   her   hands   know   better   than   all   else,    and   before   sansa   can   stop   it   from   happening,    her   needle   plunges   into   the   soft   flesh   of   her   index   finger. 

embroidery   clatters   to   the   floor   as   if   it's   bitten   her,    metal   sticking   from   porcelain   digit,   before   she   plucks   it   out   and   sticks   the   pad   between   her   lips,    brows   wrought   together.    a   shake   of   her   head,    a   moment        –        or   is   it   several?    before   sansa,    no,   alayne,    lifts   blue   eyes   to   meet   maron's   once   more.        “   my   opinions   hold   no   weight   here,    they   are   as   useful   as   the   difference   between   whether   you   choose   to   do   something   based   off   of   your   indiscrimination   or   your   indifference,    lord   greyjoy.    which   is   to   say        .   .   .        not   at   all.   ”

she   shifts   up   from   her   seat,    stretching   long   legs   from   where   they'd   been   tucked   so   gracefully   underneath   her   as   she   stands   to   full   height   before   bending   just   as   carefully   to   retrieve   her   embroidery.    with   it   in   hand   once   again,    she   sits   down   in   the   chair   petyr   had   previously   occupied.        “   what   has   he   promised   you?   ”        no   fineries,    no   sweet,    simpering   smile;        she   doesn't   play   that   game   anymore.        “   in   his   letters   to   get   you   here,    what   deal   has   he   offered   that   you   found   so   entrancing   to   brave   the   probability   that   he   would   not   simply   have   you   thrown   from   the   moon   door?   ” 

HE SHOULDN'T BE HERE . far removed from all he knows and all he's comfortable with , strangely in the hands of a man he knew not to trust . what had driven him to answer Baelish's invitation , the young Salt Prince couldn't say anymore . curiosity , perhaps . the scent of a chance he'd be stupid not to take ; the scent of an offer he might benefit from . home was far behind him , usurped and out of reach , and allies were few and far between . . . and while he only vaguely remembered the man from the few times Stannis had brought him to court , he knew better than to underestimate Littlefinger . a man with a liar's tongue and the morals of a sewer rat didn't survive in the world without cleverness . and it was the clever people , one shouldn't insult .

all the way through the long and daunting conversations , he had shoved the notion from his head that nothing but thin air lay below his feet for miles upon miles . he had swallowed the unease and erased the memory of his fall , down , down into the abyss the day Robert Baratheon had laid siege to Pyke and life as he knew it had ended . to say the Eyrie unnerved him would be an understatement . and still , the Greyjoy sat , apparently calm , listening , conversing . . . breathing a sigh of relief at Baelish's laughter to his last statement and the view of his back leaving the room , to find a servant . more wine . more food . more everything .

what he had not expected , was a voice piping up from a corner of the room he had almost forgotten about .

quiet , busy with her work until now , he had initially noticed her and still looked somewhat surprised to eventually hear her speak . the name had slipped his mind , but her connection to Littlefinger had not . and that , perhaps had been the most surprising aspect of it all . brows arched , his bright , ocean - blue eyes settling on her petite form in a way most would describe as unsettling , but his voice remained a calm singsong . " ah , but indiscriminately is not quite the same as a lack of thought and care , is it ? " he tilted his head ever so lightly . " just because I'd be willing to kill anyone does not mean I wish to kill everyone . the Vale is quite safe , my lady . no worries . "

those he wished to see dead were plundering the Reach after all . far enough from the kraken's grasp , no matter how long it stretched its tentacles .

" why won't you sit with us ? take part in the conversation ? " a gesture towards one of the empty chairs at the table , and a touch of a smile in the corners of his lips . cocky , no doubt . self - assured . for but a moment , one perhaps could see the likeness between him and Theon , were it not for the fact that unlike his younger brother , Maron breathed and lived Ironborn . he smiled and spoke calmly , washing a feeling of ease and humor into these godforsaken halls , but underneath it all lingered an undercurrent and the unpredictable nature of the sea . " after all , it seems like you have some opinions yourself . "

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time to put on my very elaborate smut writing playlist.

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“   .    .    .            can   you   at   least   like,    not   look   at   me   like   that   when   you   talk   to   me,   though?   ” 

‎ִ   ‎🏆   ׄ   ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃˡˡ     ⎯⎯     ᶠᵉᵃᵗ. ᵃⁿⁿᵃ ʲᵃʸ   ‎ִ     ⌣

         “     there’s     literally      NO     REASON      to     be     nervous      anna.        i       ᴩʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ      you      i     don’t     bite.       “    

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sydney sweeney via instagram

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𓉸ྀི kiss & tell ; accepting .

@worthyheir said : wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.

she   had   not   mean   to   disturb   him.    a   fact   that   mattered   little   now,    but   one   that   she   would   cling   to   later    –    indefinitely.    far   be   it   from   sansa   to   disrupt   anyone   choosing   the   sanctity   of   winterfell's   godswood   to   hear   their   tears        –        had   she   not   so   often   done   the   same?    it   was   quiet,    a   calm   place   that   enveloped   and   listened;    offered   a   gentle   lull   of   wooded   branches   and   dribbling   pond   water        .   .   .        and   was   one   of   the   few   places   one   could   find   a   moment   of   peace   alone.    she   had   intended   to   allow   him   his,    her   hand   gripped   tighter   around   the   leash   that   held   lady   to   her   side,    before   the   leather   slipped   from   her   gloved   hand   and   lithe   direwolf   paws   were   bounding   across   the   godswood. 

sansa   had   done   her   best   at   rushing   after   her,    but   it'd   been   too   little   too   late;    lady   nuzzled   into   the   prince's   side,    there'd   been   little   choice   but   to   look   at   him.    for   stark   grey   eyes   to   flash   across   his   sadness   and   threaten   to   well   with   tears   of   her   own.    in   her   head   she   can   hear   her   brothers   chiding   her,    can   almost   hear   her   father's   low   laugh   at   how   easy   it   is   to   make   his   daughter   cry;    the   poor,    little   thing.    but   they   aren't   here,    they   were   rotting   away   in   the   wolf's   den,    and   cregan   had   never   said   an   ill   word   about   her   sensitivities. 

all   thoughts   of   grabbing   lady's   lead   are   forgotten   as   she   sinks   into   the   snow   before   him,    no   concern   for   the   cold   nor   her   dress,    nimble   fingers   slipped   from   the   fine   leather   gloves        –        winter   chill   nips   at   porcelain   digits   as   sansa   pulls   him   to   her.        “you   don't   need   to   face   this   alone.”        she   murmurs   softly,    curling   arms   around   his   shoulders,    holding   him   as   tightly   as   she   can   manage.        “you   aren't   alone.”        a   beat,    a   gentle   inhale   and   exhale   before   she   shifts   away   just   enough   to   curl   a   hand   onto   his   cheek,    brushing   tears   away   with   her   thumb   as   she   presses   a   kiss   to   his   forehead.    as   if   on   cue,    lady   nudges   up   from   his   side,    lapping   away   large   tongue   at   his   cheek        –        before   sansa   quietly   brushes   her   away   once   more   and   offers   jace   a   gentle   smile. 

“it   would   appear   i   have   competition   from   my   own   companion   for   you.”       a   lightly   cracked   joke   as   she   shifts   ever   closer,    drying   his   cheeks   with   soft   palms.        “what   do   you   need?”        

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“oh,    that   wasn't   what   i        –        ”        she   flushes   crimson,    porcelain   cheeks   colored   in   an   instant   as   his   hand   extends   between   them.    sansa   had   only   meant   to   tease   him   a   little,    to   shake   him   from   whatever   reverie   had   taken   hold   of   him   within   his   mind   to   cause   the   silence,    a   silence   she   had   not   known   to   come   from   him,    in   truth.    but,    who   was   she   to   deny   him   this?    her   hand   floats   feather   soft   down   into   his,    a   gentle   smile   curling   onto   her   lips   as   she   nods.        

“   i   believe   we   both   might   end   up   in   trouble   for   bad   manners   if   i   said   no.   ”        her   hand   squeezes   his   lightly,    as   if   to   tell   him   she   is   only   jesting,    that   she   wouldn't   agree   if   she   hadn't   wanted   to.    and   maybe   in   her   own   way,    without   truly   knowing   it,    this   had   been   what   sansa   had   wanted   all   along        –        though   admitting   to   such   was        .   .   .       far   beyond   her   willingness.    he   was   the   prince,    and   wasn't   meant   for   fleeting   girlish   thoughts   and   ideas. 

“   is   there   something   troubling   you,    prince   jacaerys?   ” 

@petitmortes asked: Aren't you going to dance? / from sansa !

𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖊   𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖉   𝖆𝖙   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊   𝖔𝖋   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑,   𝖍𝖎𝖘   𝖌𝖆𝖟𝖊   𝖋𝖎𝖝𝖊𝖉   𝖔𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖘𝖜𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖘   𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊   𝖍𝖎𝖒,   yet   his   thoughts   were   far   from   the   music   or   the   festive   atmosphere.   He   had   avoided   the   dance   floor   all   evening,   his   usual   lively   demeanor   subdued   by   a   weight   he   couldn't   quite   shake.   But   when   a   voice   reached   his   ears,   soft   yet   carrying   a   note   of   gentle   challenge,   he   turned   to   face   her.

For   a   moment,   Jace   hesitated,   caught   off   guard   by   the   Northern   beauty's   question.   Sansa   was   poised,   her   auburn   hair   gleaming   in   the   candlelight,   and   her   presence   exuded   a   calm   that   was   both   inviting   and   disarming.   Realizing   his   silence   had   stretched   too   long,   he   offered   her   a   smile—small,   perhaps   a   bit   strained,   but   genuine.

"My   apologies,   Lady   Sansa,"   he   said,   inclining   his   head   slightly.   "I've   been   rather   sullen   tonight,   haven't   I?   It   seems   I   forgot   my   manners."   His   voice   was   warm,   despite   the   lingering   shadows   in   his   eyes.

Extending   his   hand   to   her,   Jace   let   the   smile   soften,   a   trace   of   his   usual   charm   returning.   "May   I   have   this   dance,   my   lady?"   he   asked,   his   tone   lighter   now,   as   if   her   question   had   sparked   something   within   him   that   had   been   dulled   by   his   earlier   mood.

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 —- can they ... ... Marry like other girls? Have Children? Be Happy As They Are? ... 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍?

* 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐓 is an independent original character blog for abra aimes, artificial angel, astral projector and lovecraftian horror. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 * setting your wings on fire so you may fly, pretending not to love your mother, & looking for god in your own bedroom. carrd.

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Ella Purnell as Lucy MacLean Fallout, S01E03, The Head

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@halfyearsqueen said: [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver.      ,     for   helaena   . 

she   does   not   know   how   to   voice   her   grief.    it   feels   all   encompassing,    feels   as   if   it   will   swallow   her   whole   and   never   spit   her   back   out.    looking   at   her   sister   does   not   help,    does   not   ease   the   ache   in   her   chest,    because   helaena   does   not   know   how   to   say   the   words   aloud.    doesn't   know   how   to   say   what   she   has   seen   in   her   nightmares,    not   without   being   hushed   again   and   told   that   it   is   nothing   more   than   a   dream.    but   the   pit   in   her   stomach   does   not   feel   dreamlike,    the   uncertainty   that   lingers   does   not   feel   as   if   it   will   dissipate   like   a   dream.    the   foreboding   only   suffocates   her   further,    until   her   hand   is   clinging   tighter   to   rhaenyra's   arm,    willing   her   to   not   leave   her   side   on   the   couch. 

“   please.   ”        she   says   softly,    unable   to   turn   her   gaze   up   from   her   lap,    unable   to   look   over   at   her,    for   fear   of   the   tears   that   will   shed   from   lilac   colored   eyes.    a   deep   inhale   of   breath   as   her   fingers   press   a   little   harder   into   rhaenyra's   arm,    insistent   pressure   so   as   to   not   be   ignored. 

“   you   mustn't        .   .   .        ‘nyra.   "        a   vague   warning   as   helaena’s   voice   wobbles   to   life,    low   and   uncertain   still   as   she   shakes   the   cobwebs   from   her   vocal   cords.    “   you   must   end   it   before   it   begins.   "        a   terrible   shake   to   her   fingers   as   she   lifts   them   from   her   sister's   arm,    bringing   her   hands   together   in   her   lap   to   wring   against   one   another. 

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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (1994) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ So you want me to tell you the story of my life. ❜

❛ What were you going to do? Kill me, drink my blood? ❜

❛ I'm flesh and blood, but not human. I haven't been human for 200 years. ❜

❛ I couldn't bear the pain of their loss. I longed to be released from it. ❜

❛ You lack the courage of your convictions. Do it! ❜

❛ Don't be afraid. I'm going to give you the choice l never had. ❜

❛ Your body's dying. Pay no attention. It happens to us all. ❜

❛ No words can describe it. Might as well ask Heaven what it sees. No human can know. ❜

❛ You'll get used to killing. Just forget about that mortal coil. You'll become accustomed to it, all too quickly. ❜

❛ There's nothing in the world now that doesn't hold some...Fascination. ❜

❛ The dark gift is different for each of us. But one thing is true of everyone. We grow stronger as we go along. ❜

❛ That's more like it! Anger! Fury! ❜

❛ Remember: Life without me would be even more unbearable. ❜

❛ You must know something about the meaning of it all. ❜

❛ They know about us. They watch us dine on empty plates and drink from empty glasses. ❜

❛ Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for life. ❜

❛ Perfect! Just burn the place! Burn everything we own! Have us living in a field, like cattle! ❜

❛ What if there is no Hell? Or they don't want us there? Ever think of that? ❜

❛ You're in love with your mortal nature. You resist what can bring you peace. ❜

❛ We're predators, whose all-seeing eyes give them detachment! ❜

❛ It's your coffin, enjoy it. Most of us never get to know what it feels like. ❜

❛ Kill them swiftly if you will, but do it! For do not doubt you are a killer! ❜

❛ My philosopher. My martyr. "Never take a human life.” ❜

❛ Pain is terrible for you. You feel it like no other creature, because you're a vampire. ❜

❛ Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminately, and so shall we. ❜

❛ A little child, she was. But also a fierce killer, now capable of the ruthless pursuit of blood with all a child's demanding. ❜

❛ Remember, never in our home! ❜

❛ Time can pass quickly for mortals when they're happy. With us, it was the same. The years flew by like minutes. ❜

❛ More melancholy nonsense. You grow more like [name] daily! ❜

❛ Do you want me to be a doll forever? ❜

❛ Can't I change like everyone else? ❜

❛ Be glad I made you what you are. You'd be dead now if I hadn't. ❜

❛ You will never grow old. And you will never die. ❜

❛ I thought of all the things I'd done and couldn't undo. And I longed for one second's peace. ❜

❛ He will never let us go. ❜

❛ What is it now? You irritate me. Your very presence irritates me! ❜

❛ Is that supposed to frighten me? ❜

❛ I came to make peace with you. Even though you're the father of lies. I want things to be as they were. ❜

❛ Why do you say such things? ❜

❛ I promise I'll get rid of the bodies. ❜

❛ We forgive each other then? ❜

❛ Good night, sweet prince. May flights of devils wing you to your rest. ❜

❛ Should we burn him? Bury him? What would he have liked? ❜

❛ You've been a very, very naughty little girl. ❜

❛ We deserve your vengeance. ❜

❛ For what could the damned really have to say to the damned? ❜

❛ There are no vampires in Transylvania? No Count Dracula? ❜

❛ I've searched the world for an immortal and this is what I find! ❜

❛ No one will harm you. I won't allow it. ❜

❛ Vampires who pretend to be humans pretending to be vampires. How avant-garde. ❜

❛ Do you know what it means to be loved by Death? ❜

❛ You die when you kill. You feel you deserve to die and you stint on nothing. ❜

❛ But perhaps...this is the only real evil left. ❜

❛ I know nothing of God. Or the Devil. I have never seen a vision, nor learned a secret that would damn or save my soul. ❜

❛ You fear too much. So much you make me fear. ❜

❛ There is but one crime among us vampires here. It is the crime that means death to any vampire: To kill your own kind. ❜

❛ Danger holds you to me. ❜

❛ Love holds you to me. ❜

❛ You would leave me for [name] if he beckoned you. ❜

❛ Is that what I should do? Let you go? ❜

❛ If you want to save her, send her away! ❜

❛ The world changes. We do not. Therein lies the irony that finally kills us. ❜

❛ I need you to make contact with this age. ❜

❛ A vampire with a human soul. An immortal with a mortal's passion. ❜

❛ You are beautiful, my friend. [name] must have wept when he made you. ❜

❛ I knew him. Knew him well enough not to mourn his passing. ❜

❛ Your evil is that you cannot be evil! And I shall suffer for it no longer! ❜

❛ I haven't tears enough for what you've done to me! ❜

❛ Oh, God! I love you still! That's the torment of it! ❜

❛ Who'll care for me, my love, my dark angel, when you are gone? ❜

❛ Bear me no ill will, my love. We are now even. ❜

❛ What has died is the last breath in me that was human. ❜

❛ Your only company will be your screams. ❜

❛ Maybe it was to quench those tears forever that I took such revenge. ❜

❛ You can teach me this? To be without regret? ❜

❛ What if all I have is my suffering? My regret? ❜

❛ I know you regret nothing. You feel nothing. If that's all I have left to learn, I can do that on my own. ❜

❛ You've come home to me then? ❜

❛ I'm a spirit of preternatural flesh. Detached. Unchangeable. Empty. ❜

❛ That's it? No, it can't end like that. ❜

❛ What I wouldn't give to be like you, to have your power, to have seen the things you have seen. ❜

❛ You want a companion. You want a link to the outside world. That's me. Take me.❜

❛ Do you like this? Do you like being food for the immortals? Do you like dying? ❜

❛ I assume I need no introduction. ❜

❛ Still whining. Heard enough? I've had to listen to that for centuries. ❜

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