with pins in your fingers, you held yourself up high | sansa stark, sansa/margaery | 895 words

Apr 11, 2012 19:29

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... )

fic, theon greyjoy, asoiaf, sansa stark, margaery tyrell

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devymel12 April 12 2012, 00:43:02 UTC
This is lovely :) (This is Devin, btw) :D

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magisterequitum April 12 2012, 00:57:02 UTC
CAIT

THIS IS UNTOWARDDDDDD

OH GOD

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monsterjumper April 12 2012, 08:22:21 UTC
SOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOD

Sorry I'm incoherent

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mind_conundrum April 12 2012, 19:08:08 UTC

No title livejournal April 29 2012, 14:47:54 UTC
User benecube referenced to your post from No title saying: [...] family, his name, and his home. (Robb/Theon) With pins in your fingers, you held yourself up high [...]

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