There   is   no   one   who   knows   her   better   than   him,        no 

still feeling a bit icky so i’m going to curl up early tonight <3

mutuals may reblog <3

her   mother   had   always   said   she   was   made   for   dancing.        made   for   more   than   harsh   winters   with   little   sunlight.    and   in   this   moment,    sansa   looks   every   part   the   graceful   lady,    not   a   single   curl   out   of   place        –       each   step   taken   in   fluid   movement   that   looked   so   effortless.    perhaps,    too,    it   did   not   hurt   that   she   had   every   reason   to   want   to   look   like   such   an   imagine,    that   sansa,    in   her   effortless   state,    had   put   in   more   effort   than   she   can   recall   ever   having   cared   for   previously        .   .   .        for   the   sake   of   not   looking   the   fool   when   it   was   his   careful   hands   that   spun   her   'round   the   room. 

her   brows   furrow   momentarily,    felt   off   guard   by   the   idea   that   he   had   thought   she   wouldn't   be   kind   to   him        –        delicate   fingers   placed   upon   his   shoulder   as   they   step   in   time   with   one   another,       sansa's   head   shakes   ever   so   slightly,    just   enough   to   relay   her   own   momentary   thoughts.        “   .   .   .           whatever   whispers   cregan   has   been   telling   you   of   me   being   unkind,    i   hope   you   know   he   is   jesting   and   only   spreading   such   unseemly   words   because   i   said   he   shouldn't   have   a   third   helping   of   desserts   if   he   wished   to   continue   to   fit   into   last   winter's   breeches.   ” 

her   cheeks   flush   along   the   apples   at   the   admission,    her   relationship   with   her   cousin   ever   more   akin   to   that   of   a   sibling        –        ever   more   apparent   that   he   remained   the   only   family   she   had   left   with   her   own   brothers,    who   had   never   managed   a   kind   or   caring   word   of   her,    rotting   away   in   the   wolf's   den   along   with   her   father.    better   not   to   think   about   who   had   put   them   there,    even   better   to   not   consider   why   they   were   there   at   all.    sansa   wonders,    momentarily,    if   it   had   been   cregan   saying   such   words   to   jacaerys   at   all        –       and   if   he   had   been,    whether   her   name   had   often   been   a   topic   between   them.    and   if   it   had,    did   that   mean   the   prince   might   have   considered   her   as   often   as   she   had   him? 

“   you   are   most   deserving   of   kindness   from   all,    don't   you   think?   ”        she   asks,    a   gentle   smile   curled   onto   her   lips.        “   i   think   i   would   have   to   disagree   with   anyone   who   said   differently,    you   have   been   nothing   but   kind   in   return   to   me,    i           –        fear   i   will   be   most   heartbroken   when   you   leave.   ” 

Jacaerys blinked, startled by the question that pulled him from his thoughts. He hadn't meant to let the silence stretch so long between them, yet something in Sansa's quiet presence had drawn him inward. Jacaerys extended his hand, bridging the gap between them. Her hesitation was brief, her fingers slipping feather-light into his.

Her hand squeezed his lightly, a gesture meant to reassure, to tell him that her words had been in jest, that she wouldn’t have accepted if she hadn’t wanted to. He could feel the slight tension in her grip, the unspoken thoughts that swirled just beneath the surface.

 Sansa, always poised, always graceful, but never without a careful guard around her heart. He wondered if she felt the same stirrings of uncertainty that had begun to grow in him, or if this, for her, was merely another polite moment, soon to be forgotten. At her question, though, his gaze softened. “Troubling?” He almost laughed but held it back, not wanting to misstep in this delicate exchange. “No, Lady Sansa. Nothing troubling. I just... hadn’t expected your kindness.” The words felt weightier than he'd intended, but he didn’t pull them back.

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body

one thing abt me is … (my) sansa is always gonna have some shit to say.

like yeah she knows not to say things to certain people and won’t, but the internal dialogue ?? the commentary … there’s a reason why the redwyne twins still can’t escape the nicknames SHE came up with for them 🙂‍↕️

Sihtric Kjartansson

The Last Kingdom / Season Four

↪     𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .    (  a  collection  of  50+ kiss prompts .   feel  free  to  specify  the  initiating  muse .  potentially  nsfw  content  within .   will  be  updated .)

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare ,  spin the bottle ,  etc ) .

kissing your lover to show you forgive them .

neck kisses that turn into love bites .

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them .

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

a last kiss before one goes away .

biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss .

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears .

a kiss while being reunited after a long time .

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy .

a kiss while slow dancing .

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger .

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight .

kissing them to shut them up .

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning .

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain .

kissing your partner to seal a marriage .

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .

a kiss to resolve suppressed romantic/sexual tension .

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay .

kissing the top of their head as you hold them .

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers .

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd .

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains .

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun sets .

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand .

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out .

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps .

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss .

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them .

a kiss after joining your lover in the shower .

a kiss after receiving good news .

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends .

a kiss shared between enemies during combat .

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them .

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort .

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party .

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing .

a kiss between two people in a fake relationship .

a kiss that seals a promise .

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning .

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .

kissing the tears from their cheeks .

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body .

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation .

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast .

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work .

a kiss shared while holding your dying lover .

this is a gift , it comes with a price . independent, highly selective multi-muse roleplay blog. featuring muses from wrestling, house of the dragon, a song of ice and fire, interview with the vampire, and more ! minors do not interact. will contain triggering & sensitive topics, follow at your own behest. #PETITMORTES , as slaughtered by mowgli, 28 / cst / she+hers .

who is the lamb & who is the knife ?

she   is   not   the   easiest   person   to   understand.        something   helaena   knows   without   being   told,    without   having   to   bear   witness   to   the   abject   horror   of   the   faces   of   those   at   court   who   do   not   even   begin   to   attempt   to   consider   the   depths   of   which   her   mind   reaches.    to   them   she   is   merely   yet   another   strange   girl,    yet   another   targaryen   whose   coin   had   tipped   to   madness.    perhaps   she   was,    but   it   had   not   been   of   her   own   volition        –        the   dragon   dreams   had   not   been   something   she'd   asked   for,    nor   something   she'd   wanted.    to   be   so   haunted   was   not   within   the   wantings   of   any   girl.    but   there   are   moments   of   respite,    moments   of   ease   in   the   cloudiness   she   finds   worthwhile.    this   afternoon   is   one   of   them,    her   head   less   full   than   it's   felt   in   months,    helaena   is   uncharacteristically   chipper,    a   wide,    beaming   smile   as   she   spins   down   the   hall,    arms   laden   with   sweets   from   the   kitchens,    intent   on   spoiling   her   maids   with   the   desserts   she's   procured. 

until  @cataschism   catches   her   wrist,    and   guides   her   back   gently   to   the   wall   instead,    desserts   spilled   onto   the   floor   and   sidestepped   as   wide   amethyst   colored   eyes   fall   onto   his   features. 

“    aeg    –    ”      no   ability   to   answer,    her   lips   caught   just   as   soon   as   they'd   begun   to   form   his   name   by   his   descending   and   pressing   swift.    in   an   instant,    the   sweets   are   long   forgotten   on   the   floor,    her   hands   busied   as   they   curl   into   the   collar   of   his   doublet   and   then   into   his   hair.    it   is   not   until   he   has   kissed   the   very   breath   from   her   lungs   and   left   her   gasping   for   it   that   she   manages   to   remember   herself,    her   forehead   rested   against   his   as   kiss   -   swollen   lips   rest   mere   centimeters   away,    and   pull   into   a   gentle   smile.        “    good   afternoon   to   you   too.    ”       

“   that   finally   really   makes   it   sound   like   i   made   you   wait   more   than   a   couple   of   days   to   see   me.   ”        teasing,    as   she   drops   her   one   small   carry-on   to   the   ground   at   his   feet,    “   do   i   need   to   do   a   little   spin   for   you   to   make   sure   i   don't   have   a   zipper   or   something?    or   maybe       .   .   .        you   wanna   pinch   me   to   make   sure   i'm   real?   ”     trouble   is   as   trouble   does,    half   spun   'round   already,    offering   flesh   just   below   the   denim   of   her   shorts   to   his   hands   if   he   wants   it. 

‎ִ   ‎🏆   ׄ   ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃˡˡ     ⎯⎯     ᶠᵉᵃᵗ. ˡⁱᵛ ᵐᵒʳᵍᵃⁿ  ‎ִ     ⌣

         “     and    here     i     thought    i’d    be     at     the    airport    ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ    for     you    for     hours       ,        but    here     you    are      ......      𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗘𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡.          face-time     doesn’t    do     you   justice.        “