#so mind your beeswax and let me be thirsty on this thursday

[hilarychuff]

He means to make me queen, she thinks, her legs turning to jelly as she sinks to the floor. Ghost is by her side in a second, his cold snout at her cheek, and Jon is close behind. He crouches before her, all of his fury gone, his grey eyes guilty and his face pale. He is saying something, but she cannot hear him over the blood rushing in her ears. The night before, in the light of the hearth, he had called her Robb’s heir, not their father’s, but she had not thought — had not considered —

She blinks, and the world is steady around her once more. When she reaches for his arm, Jon seizes her by the elbows and helps her back to her feet, then reaches for her cheek and pulls her to his chest. He presses apologies into her hair, murmuring softly that he did not mean to make her afraid, and the words startle a laugh out of her. The thought of it, that Jon Snow could scare her, that the man she trusts above all others in the world could frighten her — She steps back so that she can meet his eye.

I am not afraid, she vows and finds that, somehow, it is the truth. You are Lord Eddard Stark’s son, and I am his daughter. We are wolves, and Winterfell will be ours. You are right. Together, we can make it so.

i carry it in mine, chapter 8, sansa iv

#jonsa #jonsa fic #jonsaff #sansa stark #jon snow #asoiaf soulmate au #my writing #my graphics #i carry it in mine #is this the exact same excerpt i pulled last time? yes! #but it's a new graphic! #new quote! #so mind your beeswax and let me be thirsty on this thursday #sometimes u gotta make ur own fan art #u know????? #be ur own best hype man