house stark – Page 13 – life is not a song

Lysa threw herself into Littlefinger’s arms, sobbing. As they hugged, Sansa crawled from the Moon Door on hands and knees and wrapped her arms around the nearest pillar. She could feel her heart pounding.

yaddle:

I must be brave. Her torments would soon be ended, one way or the other. If Lady was here, I would not be afraid. Lady was dead, though; Robb, Bran, Rickon, Arya, her father, her mother, even Septa Mordane. All of them are dead but me. She was alone in the world now.

petyrbaelishs:

sansa stark + sorting ♦ requested by @julia-of-tyrell

fuckyeahhousestark:

canon arya stark appreciation week – day one (favourite quote)

You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you.

For the first time since her father…since Lord Eddard Stark died.

sansaregina:

SANSAWEEK | day 5: favourite chapter – A Storm of Swords, Sansa VII

Her boots tore ankle-deep holes into the smooth white surface of the snow, yet made no sound. Sansa drifted past frosted shrubs and thin dark trees, and wondered if she were still dreaming. Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.