lies: Sansa found herself in a strange place. The floor was the…
lies:
Sansa found herself in a strange place. The floor was the color of blood, a shimmering gown of unusual weave hung from her shoulders, and a mob of uncouth people shouted at her in a language she didn’t understand.
The old crone was right was her first thought.
I am never going back was the second.
When you’ve been around here long enough you have a lot of prior output lying around that you’ve completely forgotten about but that, when you see it, you think, “I’d reblog that.”
Reposted from https://lies.tumblr.com/post/623327393276428288.
