ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠ ‎‍‍ ‍ ⋆ ‍ 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 ‍‍ ᴮᴵᴿᴰ ‍!

ᅠᅠ 🏰 .⠀ ݁ she could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. the taste of winterfell. taste of innocence. the taste of dreams. ᅠᅠ

it's true, i don't bite. rickon does.

ɪɪ﹒ 𝘸hen the 𝓈nows fall ﹠﹠ the 𝓌hite winds ᏼꮮꮻꮃ ﹐ the 𝘭͟𝘰͟𝘯͟𝘦͟ʷ͟ᵒ͟ˡ͟ᶠ͟ dies but the 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬 survives﹒

his horse was black as night, matching the color of his armor, lance, shield, and trappings. his helm, a gleaming three-headed dragon, wings spread, enameled in a rich red; its twin was painted upon the glossy black surface of his shield.

is there anything so undoing as a daughter?

————and i’ve been nothing but hatred and destruction.

see, i keep falling for the future after tripping on the past, and i am always tearing sutures out to make the anguish last like it defines me.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️ ️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️ ️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️ ️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️ ️️bright &. early.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️ ️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️ ️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️ ️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ill be true to you.

⠀who ⠀sǝɹɐp⠀ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 ⠀𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩 ⠀the ⠀thₒᵣn⠀ ⸝ ⠀ should⠀ 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 ⠀𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦⠀ the⠀ 𝓻ose⠀.

　　　good morrow