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The bells ringing round always makes her heart stop, just for a moment.  There is something eerie about it; the bells of London clanging through the empty city, driven on by their timers, with hardly anyone to listen.  She still hasn't got used to it, the streets being so totally deserted, with only the occasional walker ambling by, an easy kill.   ( Read more... )

She nearly laughs as she brings the fifth pigeon down, her arrow stuck through its eye, the explosion of blood bright against the bleak London sky.  She doesn't know how she feels about calling it London anymore.  It doesn't feel the same; it's a London besieged, a London at war.

The war is going badly.
( your face and hands are smeared with blood )

Rita isn’t quite sure when it happens, when they stop just fucking and start being them.  They were Rita Skeeter and Alecto Carrow, but then it seemed they were Rita and Alecto, and now, after a few weeks, when she thinks of who they are, she has to say it all in one breath.  RitaandAlecto.  It fills up her chest every time, and sets her to smiling ( Read more... )

When it is all said and done, and wild Rickon has sunk his teeth into the throats of all the enemies of his blonde, one-eared lion bride, gathering a tenuous, nervous peace around the Seven Kingdoms, Sansa Stark washes Alayne Stone from her auburn hair and Petyr Baelish's screams from the inside of her skull.  When she rides for Winterfell the next ( Read more... )

Ygritte stirs just as the dark is beginning to peel back from the skyline, torn uncomprehendingly from sleep by the barking of a dog, the angry shouting of a man on the street below. She opens her mouth to moan in protest, but no sound comes; instead, she bares her teeth to the world, and thus greets the day.
( i'll be with you behind the couch when they come )

i'm over here now, because of reasons.  same rules as before.  personal posts will be f-locked, mixes and fic and things of that nature will be open.

i think that's it?