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aloneinmycage: "Look around you. This is where the path of hatred has brought us!" 

theproudestlion:

aloneinmycage:

theproudestlion:

aloneinmycage:

theproudestlion:

     Tywin glanced down at her, and then shrugged mildly, staring out over the city.  The city he had slaved away for decades in, trying to keep her people safe…the city that now panicked as food ran low, and his grandsons ate well.

     The city he did love, although he would never say so.

     “You needn’t tell me that, Lady Stark.  I can only mitigate for so long…”

Sansa bit back a glare, her lips pursued as she struggled to retain her dignity. She couldn’t speak out, she shouldn’t, not to Tywin or any Lannister for that matter.

"…..It’s because of your grandson," she mumbled coldly. It could very well cost her her life, but blue eyes flickered up anyway, awaiting his reply. "You know it to be true."

      “I’ve served two mad kings, prior to Joffrey even being born…and one terminally ignorant one.”

      He paused, biting his tongue, eyes instinctively glancing about before he heaved a heavy sight, shrugging.

      “The people starve and panic…the granaries for them run low, despite my best efforts…but Joffrey is my king.  And I am his Hand.  Whether I know such things or not, no matter how skilled I am at playing the Game…I must follow his orders.”

She was surprised at his gentle tone, at the threat on her life that never came and the hand that never struck her, though she still expected it. “….But he’ll kill us all,” she told him softly, her brow furrowed. “How can you stand by and watch everyone suffer? Watch the kingdom fall into war and ruin? Why? H-how can you just allow that?” She realized she’d taken a step closer, her tiny hands clenched into fists in front of her though below waist level.

      Tywin sighed, and finally turned to her, motioning at the city.

      “I’ve slaved away under three kings, Lady Stark.  For the people who now starve, and their fathers…their grandfathers even!  I’ve fought wars in the name of mad kings, cruel kings, and bloodthirsty kings.  I’ve fought for what I believed, for my duty, for my honor…and for the safety of those same damned people.  I’ve made decisions I despise and that I look at with a hatred of the man I see in the mirror every morning.”

      He sighed, the fierceness of his tone falling into quieter, almost exhausted paths as he shrugged.

      “And do you know what I’ve learned?  One mad king is not a problem…it’s when madness becomes the norm of the throne that it’s a problem.  And what would you have me do, my Lady?  Kill my kin?  The boy I have seen grow from a babe to this monster?  I’ve learned never to order anything done you could not do yourself.  Could you, in my place, kill your own kin even after what he’s done?  If you can tell me with confidence you would, I applaud your strength…but although I can do foul things, Lady Sansa…I cannot kill my own grandson.”

"He’s a monster!” she hissed, gritting her teeth tightly. “And none in my family would ever do the things he’s done. Joffrey doesn’t care if every man, woman and child in the city is gutted! In fact, he’d choose to watch!”

She was well aware of the rise in her voice but she couldn’t contain herself any longer. Let her be hanged or beheaded or whatever other horrid end Joffrey could devise. “I would kill him myself if given the opportunity.” With that hiss of honesty, she knew her fate was sealed.

posted 10 hours ago | via | | 6 #theproudestlion #aaaaaaand Sansa snaps #lol
aloneinmycage: "Look around you. This is where the path of hatred has brought us!" 

theproudestlion:

aloneinmycage:

theproudestlion:

     Tywin glanced down at her, and then shrugged mildly, staring out over the city.  The city he had slaved away for decades in, trying to keep her people safe…the city that now panicked as food ran low, and his grandsons ate well.

     The city he did love, although he would never say so.

     “You needn’t tell me that, Lady Stark.  I can only mitigate for so long…”

Sansa bit back a glare, her lips pursued as she struggled to retain her dignity. She couldn’t speak out, she shouldn’t, not to Tywin or any Lannister for that matter.

"…..It’s because of your grandson," she mumbled coldly. It could very well cost her her life, but blue eyes flickered up anyway, awaiting his reply. "You know it to be true."

      “I’ve served two mad kings, prior to Joffrey even being born…and one terminally ignorant one.”

      He paused, biting his tongue, eyes instinctively glancing about before he heaved a heavy sight, shrugging.

      “The people starve and panic…the granaries for them run low, despite my best efforts…but Joffrey is my king.  And I am his Hand.  Whether I know such things or not, no matter how skilled I am at playing the Game…I must follow his orders.”

She was surprised at his gentle tone, at the threat on her life that never came and the hand that never struck her, though she still expected it. “….But he’ll kill us all,” she told him softly, her brow furrowed. “How can you stand by and watch everyone suffer? Watch the kingdom fall into war and ruin? Why? H-how can you just allow that?” She realized she’d taken a step closer, her tiny hands clenched into fists in front of her though below waist level.

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aloneinmycage: "Look around you. This is where the path of hatred has brought us!" 

theproudestlion:

     Tywin glanced down at her, and then shrugged mildly, staring out over the city.  The city he had slaved away for decades in, trying to keep her people safe…the city that now panicked as food ran low, and his grandsons ate well.

     The city he did love, although he would never say so.

     “You needn’t tell me that, Lady Stark.  I can only mitigate for so long…”

Sansa bit back a glare, her lips pursued as she struggled to retain her dignity. She couldn’t speak out, she shouldn’t, not to Tywin or any Lannister for that matter.

"…..It’s because of your grandson," she mumbled coldly. It could very well cost her her life, but blue eyes flickered up anyway, awaiting his reply. "You know it to be true."

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send † for my character saving your character’s life.

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send me ❀ if you have a crush on the muse. Send me ✿ if you have a crush on the mun.

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Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse’s body. )

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lordoftheneck:

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.

As the credits rolled, the blond looked down.  Sansa had her head in his lap, as his fingers played through her red hair.  Jojen smiled, realizing that her breathing was slow and quiet—she had to be asleep.  He considered waking her, but decided to wait several minutes, instead planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Even the tiny movement of his weight shifting as he leaned forward to kiss her was enough to make her stir. Sansa groaned under her breath as she turned(rather ungracefully) and nuzzled into his stomach before settling once more, her eyes never opening. one hand coming up to rest on his thigh as if it were her pillow. 

I dare you to make my muse happy.

The “break my muse” stuff gets old. Make them smile and mean it.

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markrollins:

In the game of thrones, even the humblest pieces can have wills of their own.

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