
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.
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow and she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief. As I kissed her goodbye, I said, ‘All beauty must die’, and lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

hello my old heart
how have you been?
how is it, being locked away?
well don’t you worry
in there, you’re safe
and it’s true, you’ll never beat
but you’ll never break

asoiaf series: Sansa Stark
“My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.”-A Storm of Swords
Hour One: Favorite Female Character —> Sansa Stark