This is the story of how I died
02/02/2012
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30/01/2012
He swims in her blood like some sort of parasite, wriggling and twisting his way into her heart, where he’ll remain in comfort for the rest of her days. She can feel him moving through her hands and wrists, up her arms and into her chest with a sort of tingling warmth she can’t quite place. He settles deep in her chest, heavy and painful, sticking her insides together and temporarily causing her lungs to catch every now and then.
She is almost nothing in his eyes, a girl with fire for hair and snow for skin. He knew how to snake his way into her heart, but she couldn’t find a way to seep into his. Maybe it is he who is made of ice and rock, cold and unforgiving, so much like her home. Maybe it is he who belongs there.
Sometimes she forgets that she doesn’t have a second home in his heart. Sometimes she pretends like she does. When she remembers that she doesn’t, when she is lost and homeless and completely alone, that is when she needs his warmth the most; his presence is enough to make her skin crawl in the most delicious way, goosebumps rising on her arms as her fingers trace across his chest. He is cold and rough but she is warm and smooth and somehow she feels that it works.
He sits back and watches as she tries so hard, almost cute in her dresses and furs with her hair blazing in the light from the fireplace. She is so weak in his eyes, merely an afterthought at the end of a long day, something to come home to and waste energy on.
But she’s much stronger than he believes. One day, he will know, and it will make him realize that he played with the wrong wolf. Now all that’s left is the teeth.
nothing as beautiful as the apocalypse - erin’s writings
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“I wish Littlefinger had “joined in” during the brothel training scene.”
Agreed!
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05/01/2012
“I want Littlefinger on the Iron Throne. I first wanted Sansa, but I don’t want her near all of that corruption now. Littlefinger is better suited for it.”
Agreed. ♥
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30/12/2011
I must be one of the few men in this city who doesn’t want to be king.
You must be one of the few men in this city who isn’t a man.
Oh, you can do better than that…
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25/12/2011
“Littlefinger was no threat to anyone. A clever, smiling, genial man, everyone’s friend, always able to find whatever gold the king or the Hand required, and yet of undistinguished birth, one step up from hedge knight, he was not a man to fear.”
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