[ there is something lovely happening just beyond the mirror.
the little bird won't cross, she won't dare, not by herself. while she was freed, the other is caged in a little mind fretting about honor and memories. a waste, really. she won't go on her own accord of course, sansa is dutiful to her queen, dutiful and lovely.
( this is a game, won't she be a lovely queen? the queen is getting old, she's ugly but a younger, prettier queen, won't she capture the hearts of everyone?
capture the heart. you really have to laugh. )
when one wants to capture a bird, at times one has to tempt her closer and so when the direwolf comes, she baits and she lures. they are one and the same, aren't we? the direwolf may be a little restless, perhaps feeling that something is wrong but she pets her, watches the frantic writing on the mirror asking of the wolf and smiles.
one doesn't need to capture or hunt, one needs to lure. she will come here sooner or later and then, then.
the gown she wears is mostly black, with white trimming, more revealing and more enchanting. she is a woman, not a child.
she pets the direwolf, ignores her hints of unease ( she won't attack, not her ) and remembers the children. oh well, they might come for the wolf or they might not.
she almost hopes one of them will, she's rather eager for an introduction ]
real twins - mirror side
the little bird won't cross, she won't dare, not by herself. while she was freed, the other is caged in a little mind fretting about honor and memories. a waste, really. she won't go on her own accord of course, sansa is dutiful to her queen, dutiful and lovely.
( this is a game, won't she be a lovely queen? the queen is getting old, she's ugly but a younger, prettier queen, won't she capture the hearts of everyone?
capture the heart. you really have to laugh. )
when one wants to capture a bird, at times one has to tempt her closer and so when the direwolf comes, she baits and she lures. they are one and the same, aren't we? the direwolf may be a little restless, perhaps feeling that something is wrong but she pets her, watches the frantic writing on the mirror asking of the wolf and smiles.
one doesn't need to capture or hunt, one needs to lure. she will come here sooner or later and then, then.
the gown she wears is mostly black, with white trimming, more revealing and more enchanting. she is a woman, not a child.
she pets the direwolf, ignores her hints of unease ( she won't attack, not her ) and remembers the children. oh well, they might come for the wolf or they might not.
she almost hopes one of them will, she's rather eager for an introduction ]