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      ❝ Hannah - - - Hannah , wait up ! ❞ Words nearly drown in the voices of the crowded hall as he weaves his way quickly through the students , fingers grasping at the strap of his bag to give it a tug upon his shoulder with a smile pulling onto his lips once he’s caught up to her . ❝ You doing anything tonight ? ❞ / @rosethcrns  ♡ ‘d. 

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SANSA.

░░░░░░ ☾ sansa can feel herself falling deeper and deeper into the trap of persuasion. the heart wants what the heart wants, after all. she can argue that it’s for her own sanity – that she’ll lose her mind without her connections to other people. and while that may be true, she knows in the end that she just wants to speak to margaery.

“are you sure ? i feel like all the mothers around me are so young.” insecurity slips through her tone. “i don’t think i am ready. i am a child in far too many ways.” sansa returns the gesture, smiling against her flush. “of course i want children, but i don’t want to have any while i’m still a child – not in this world. it is far too cruel.”

     Margaery’s eyes soften along with her smile , keeping hold of Sansa’s hand as if to offer her the support she hasn’t gotten as she spills her inner thoughts . Margaery would like to hear them all ; no matter how much she may disagree with some of them .  ❝ Well , yes , most mothers are rather YOUNG , but is that not the way it’s always been ? ❞ A slight head tilt with furrowed brows , eyes never faltering from Sansa .   ❝ I suppose it leaves more room to have more children shall you wish . When you’re older , the chances aren’t as common as they once were . ❞ Margaery finds herself moving closer to the redhead , blue eyes meeting with Sansa’s own .  ❝ You’re much more mature than you think you are , Sansa . I believe you are ready to be a mother , and a GOOD one at that . ❞

    ❝ You gotta be fucking kidding me , Jensen . ❞ Cue annoyance exhaled in the form of a breath , eyes lifting before falling onto Clay .  ❝ You’re not getting your bike back, it’s leverage. Keep your mouth SHUT and I’ll think about it . ❞ / @helmct  ♡’d.

STARTER CALL FOR CLAY JENSEN  /   LENGTHS WILL VARY.

STARTER CALL FOR HANNAH BAKER  /   LENGTHS WILL VARY.

STARTER CALL FOR JUSTIN FOLEY  /   LENGTHS WILL VARY.

Margaery was different, though. Sweet and gentle, yet there was a little of her grandmother in her, too.

FEMALE AWESOME MEME » [1/5] non-warrior characters: Margaery Tyrell

MYRIAM.

“I am, apparently,” Myriam murmured, not sounding too pleased by the prospect. “Father wants me to stay with him.” As though she were a child, as though anything would happen to her if she were left in Winterfell. She had grown up there, her mother was merely a short distance away. Why would she be interested in going to King’s Landing? She wanted to stay at home, but it seemed young Sansa felt very differently. “I’ve heard cities smell like sh-, dung,” she said. “And it’ll be too warm, I wager.” At the question Myriam tried to be diplomatic. “He is handsome,” she nodded. but added though not to my tastes in her mind. “Has your lord father confirmed that yet?” 

      The noticeable displeasure in the other girl’s voice brings about confusion upon Sansa’s soft features. How could she not be EXCITED about the opportunity? Anywhere was better than HERE. Winterfell was too cold, too dull, too boring. Why would anyone want to stay?  ❝ I heard that it’s beautiful, especially at night when the candles burn in the windows. Surely you have to be excited about something. ❞ She was a bastard after all, Sansa thinks that she should be grateful she being brought along. Even her own bastard half brother was not.  Sansa perks up as the talk of Joffrey continues, lips pulling into a smile with a nod of her head.  ❝ Yes! King Robert himself suggested it, my father would’ve been a FOOL to deny him. ❞

SANSA.

░░░░░░ ☾ “but the lannisters were going to be my family, and i could not stand beside them. i thought that i could, when i was younger, but after seeing what they were capable of…” sansa shakes her head at the thought. “i suppose we will be family soon, too. you can always use that as an excuse.” her lips lift in a smile. maybe there is hope after all.

she’s long since thought of herself as a MATURE grown-up, so she doesn’t berate herself too much when her cheeks redden in embarrassment. “oh, i – yes. that’s going to happen. i don’t know how i forgot, especially after cersei kept hovering over me, waiting for when i was going to be ready for it.” her blush deepens. “i don’t think i really want to, though. that’s nothing against your brother, of course.”

     ❝ Yes! Sisters, you and I. What better reason to continue speak when you leave for Highgarden. ❞ Margaery glances back to Sansa with a smile curling onto her features. She makes no comment about Sansa’s words of the Lannisters, though she fully understands how she could not. Perhaps Margaery would have done the same had she been Sansa, perhaps not. She hopes she won’t have to find out. She’s doing well with Joffrey as of now, but who’s to say how long that will last? Margaery doesn’t think on it too long before she’s letting out a gentle laugh, noticing the slight change of color upon Sansa’s cheeks. 

     ❝ Don’t worry, sweet girl. It is a .. scary thing to think of, and no one will rush you. I swear it! ❞ A hand reaches over, taking hold of the redhead’sand giving it a gentle squeeze in hopes to lessen the embarrassment. It had not been Margaery’s intent, and she wants Sansa to be comfortable with her, with her brother as well. It’s the only way things will work out.  ❝ Though.. You will have to, eventually, of course. Shall you want children. If you trust me enough to believe it, it’s truly not as bad as you may think. ❞

BRAN.

“I don’t think Shaggydog feels like playing right now,” Bran sighed, although he could understand how boredom (especially when surrounded by such a vast stretch of NOTHING) could have resulted in wanting to start something with the wolves – if only for a few short moments of amusement. “He’s not a pup anymore, you know.” Or perhaps he was; they were still considerably YOUNG, even if they didn’t look it. 

     ❝ He does! You just have to be patient. He’ll want to. ❞ Rickon argues, tully eyes darting to his brother before back to his direwolf who was paying little attention to him. If he couldn’t play with Shaggydog, what else could he do? There was nothing else out here, only lands upon lands. He’d much rather be at Winterfell, running through the yards or playing in the godswood. It wasn’t safe there now, he knows, but he could dream of it. ❝ I don’t care. He’ll still want to play. He’s just tired, I’ll let him rest. ❞ A huff of breath leaves the younger boy, reluctantly giving up on his attempts with the direwolf and taking a seat beside Bran.  ❝ Will you play a game with me?? ❞

TOMMEN.

             tommen baratheon may be kind & much more gentle but he is not naive. besides, one would have to be stupid to not know that joffrey was an egregious boy. he’s seen the way he treats her and he is far from happy with his brother. but it is not his place, and if it was he did not have the gall for it anyways.  but that does not mean he can’t wish to cheer her up. the kitten, that’s hardly a kitten now, is squirming in his arms as he finds himself sat across from her. “–are you alright?” stupid question. of course she’s not alright. stupid, innocent boy. “i mean.. i know how he is. i’m sorry.”

      Sansa Stark - - - THE GIRL WHO NEVER LEARNED. That had to be true, along with Joffrey and Queen Cersei believing her to be STUPID. If it were not, she’d have learned to watch what she allows to leave her lips, yet she hadn’t. She truly wishes she HAD, but at times, she finds the words being spoken before she has the chance to stop herself. Joffrey was speaking of her brother again, she slipped up, and Ser Meryn was more than willing to taint her flesh with a new bruise. 

     She hadn’t even realized she was crying until Tommen sits across from her and pulls her from her thoughts, a hand rising to rid of the tears in a quick manner.  ❝ I’m fine. Thank you. ❞ A lie, but she doesn’t wish to trouble Tommen. Reddened eyes lift cautiously, first examining the animal that he carries before meeting his eyes. She won’t allow herself to speak ill of Joffrey, despite being aware that Tommen is KIND. He is still the King’s brother, and for all she knows, this could be another trap.  ❝ .. Is that your cat? ❞ 

BRANDON.

‘ i think i could break every BONE of your body before you DARE to move.’ an empty threat. nothing more and nothing less. a game that liked to be played between HIM and the salvatore vampire. hazel hues regarding the vampire INTENTLY. a glance that shot daggers. sort of. ‘ i guess i could turn you into a FROG. that would be fun to watch. ‘ 

    ❝ Here I thought we were becoming FRIENDS. ❞ An exaggerated breath pulls from the vampire. They both know all the threats mean very little. Damon has grown fond of the witch, despite never planning to make an attempt to vocalize it. He’s more useful to him ALIVE anyway.  ❝ Drink, maybe it’ll make you less MOODY. ❞ Flash of pearly whites as his head lifts, glass extended toward the other for the taking.