can someone fucking linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. can someone fucking forget their scarf in my life & come back later for it. please
i’ve stopped being mentally ill in the unhappy and always in a crisis way, I am now mentally ill in the mostly stable and happy but there’s clearly something weird going on way
the kind where no one is worried about me anymore but everyone knows there’s something wrong with me
the company of wolves, angela carter; sansa iv, a clash of kings; detail of susanna and the elders, pierre van hanselaere (1820); wolf alice (for angela carter), gina litherland; sansa iv, a clash of kings; cold death, ash mckean; winter (january, cycle of the months), master wenceslas (c.1404-07); sansa vii, a storm of swords; the company of wolves, chris hagan
sansa stark + the company of wolves
She closed the window on the wolves’ threnody and took off her scarlet shawl, the colour of poppies, the colour of sacrifices, the colour of her menses, and, since her fear did her no good, she ceased to be afraid.
What shall I do with my shawl?
Throw it on the fire, dear one. You won’t need it again.
- the company of wolves, angela carter
She rushed back to the bed and stared in horror at the dark red stain and the tale it told. All she could think was that she had to get rid of it, or else they’d see. She couldn’t let them see, or they’d marry her to Joffrey and make her lay with him. Snatching up her knife, Sansa hacked at the sheet, cutting out the stain. […] She balled up the evidence, stuffed it in the fireplace, drenched it in oil from her bedside lamp, and lit it afire. […] The bedclothes were burnt, but by the time they carried her off her thighs were bloody again. It was as if her own body had betrayed her to Joffrey, unfurling a banner of Lannister crimson for all the world to see.
