‍ ‍ ‍* 𝗦𝗡𝗢𝗪

𝑩𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙳. 𝑾𝙾𝙻𝙵. 𝑾𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁.

you were born wrong. you are dark inside. you will never be forgiven.

ㅤ oh, you think i'm gone cause i left but i'm in the trees, i'm in the breeze my footsteps on the ground. ㅤ

blessed be the daughters of cain, bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception.

a smile would suit you, lord snow. would you deny her that, so early in the day .ᐣ

like wine & lilac, betrothed inside her veins.

do people believe you when you say it with that look .ᐣ i suspect even ghost would be skeptical.

that depends on who you were hoping to see. there were many i passed on my way here.

𝖶𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖢𝖧𝖮𝖨𝖢𝖤 𝖣𝖨𝖣 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖧𝖨𝖬, 𝖡𝖴𝖳 𝖳𝖮 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘?

features soften and a wisp of a smile ticks upon her lips. “ there is no need. i suppose i only hope it brightens your day to some degree. those flowers are meant to withstand the bitter cold. ”

she often makes little keepsakes for travelers who pass by the inn before they leave. here. it’s a sort of crane made of parchment, small enough to fit his palm. on its back, woven in, is a blue winter rose, beautifully preserved.

you look as though you are waiting for someone. are you .ᐣ

fair enough. she’s had her fair share of days like that … here, allow her to give him a token of sorts. perhaps it’ll lift his spirits.

it is … a curious thing, actually. most would tell her she has a rather stern—looking disposition but gods be good, does he take the cake. … not a bad thing. again, just curious.

she’s never seen such a serious, morose look on a person’s face before.

she was untouched by the darkness he carried within him, and he vowed to keep it that way for as long as he could.