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  • House Stark: slouching beanies, thick silver rings, sugary coffee dolloped in cream, cobblestone paths, snowflakes stuck in one's hair, cinnamon wafting through the air, plush blankets, heavy iron doors
  • House Lannister: curly hair, gilded hallways, knit sweaters hanging off of shoulders, chess pieces, citrus candles, golden mirrors, feather pillows, sharp fountain pens bleeding ink, stone lions
  • House Tully: skipping stones in river beds, delicate collarbones, strawberry tarts, knee high socks, tiled floors, thin metal chains, pin straight hair, wavy hair falling down backs, chrome crowns
  • House Tyrell: rosewater, sunlight pouring through windows, flower crowns, boned dresses, gladiator sandals, golden thorns, silky sheets, pink lipstick, pristine paperbacks, tall stemmed wine glasses
  • House Targaryen: burning fireplaces, moonlight, bells ringing through the air, braided hair, combat boots, knit blankets, sweetened tea, vanilla, fingerless gloves, gothic buttresses, silver cuffs
  • House Martell: sandy beaches, henna tracing one's veins, the aroma of spiced sweets, messy buns, blood orange, golden snakes, leather jackets, spires, geometric archways, winged eyeliner, bronze
  • House Baratheon: stag horns, obsidian, masquerade balls, sleek couches, tart fruits, starry skies, modern art, daggers on display, signet rings, ponytails, leggings and thin t-shirts, humid evenings
  • House Greyjoy: ropes, sea salt, weathered wood, windy nights, seafood stews, carved marble statues, waterlogged fabric dragging one down, fur tapestries, model ships, hoop earrings, tote bags
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Written for the @carryon-countdown prompt: Punk/Pastel AU

Summary: I watch him as he takes my hand with his. One. He starts painting my nails. Two. He bites his lips while he’s focused and, oh fuck, I can’t tear my eyes off him. Three. Four. Five.

To hell with the three-seconds rule.

Word count: 753


Black boots. Leather pants. Denim shirt—sleeves rolled up. Blue eyes—black eyeliner. Bronze curls. Simon bloody Snow. 


I silently watch his reflection on the mirror, trying not to be too obvious but failing miserably. I am mesmerized. 


I have this rule with Snow that I can watch him so long as I turn my head away within three seconds. That way I’m not caught staring. 


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The signs as how I perceive them based off of people I know.

Aries: (Joel, Ashley, Jesse, Joseph, Amanda) Pretty. Pretty in an odd, dainty way, that doesn’t strike you until you’re long past expecting it. Not to say they aren’t aesthetically pretty at first glance, more like a tulip than a rose, in that sense. Pretty on the outside, with a shock of color on the outside. Eyebrow furrowing, and mind entrancing. Warmth. Soul pulling. Nice eyebrows, and genuine conversations. Late night texting with no heaviness, but soft conversations meant for tears. Soft hair? Theatre-suitable. Clear lipgloss, with bright sparkles that only show off when the light hits them properly. Tears that shine (versus dull ones) and carefully rounded lips. Soft pink parasols, teal boots, and properly shaped fingernails.

Taurus: (Maira, Amit) Limp wrists, and an affinity for good music. Plump lips, and a styles that’s pinched by your own creativity. Adidas shoes, and alien-centered baseball caps. Mirror photos with feet up on the counter, paired with a surprisingly vulgar mouth. Tea drinking souls, with soft alternative in the background. Puzzle piece personalities (either it snaps together, or it doesn’t). Window sill plants, and vintage watering pots to be used with them every day. London flats, and stormy weather. Poems read in the dead of night, and easy conversations spoken about. Loud words coupled with soft topics, and endless words meant be spoken. Cashmere sweaters, cuffed jeans, and fingers constantly in motion.

Gemini: (Olivia, Ashley, Luca) Loving the sound of wind whooshing through a forest even if it chokes you. Rough, sharp, strong (in a soft, soothing sort of way). Painful. Gorgeous constellations in the sky, and chopping waves of the sea. The sharp part of the rose, but the water within a cactus. A breathe of fresh air after years of polluted oxygen. Cute noses, nice lips, unique laughs. So strong and so fluid that you can’t leave without a mark. Soul warping, and body consuming. Style. Passion. Vibrant memories. Earth-shattering. Attracted to Aquarius’. Bright eyes, and laughter dancing upon lips. A corset around the chest, tight like a vice, but beautifying. Fluffy scarves, soft hair, small hands, and knees bouncing with excitement.

Cancer: (Mads, Ryan) Strong. In the mind, especially. Furrowed eyebrows and heart-shaped piercings. Impressive in surprising ways, that blindside you when they’re discovered but ultimately don’t surprise you. Dimples. Dimples???? Dimples. Not necessarily even having dimples, just the personality of dimples. Late nights, fat blunts, wine-drunk. Star gazing, and feelings okay (even if you aren’t, necessarily). Bangs. Sweet accents, and pursed lips. Crazy photogenic in nearly jealous-making ways, and sparkle emojis that seem to float around their head without attracting too much attention. Attract the kind of sadness that everything within your body wants to help avoid. Capital letters, and light brushes of the finger tips, meant for the privacy of under a table cloth. Secrets made simply for the ease of the holder. Lily-pads floating on ponds, distorted reflections of a carnival fun house, and inner cheeks bitten raw.

Leo: (Lime, Sophia, Lauren) The bubble scene in Cinderella. Softly sang voices, and jumping footsteps. Self care, and hydration. Color coding enthusiast, and hair styles meant to cradle bows. Cold flushed cheeks, and
white teeth flashing against a starless night. The ultimate need to be cuddled, and perpetually soft skin. Flowing conversation and flower crowns.  Fruit juice cleanses, and the ability to pick up exactly where one’s left off. Popular Tumblr accounts, and the ultimate pun-maker. Sweet laughs, and the ability to share a giggle and a cuppa over anything. Rocking sunglasses, flannels, and crimped hair.

Virgo: (Sam) Nails half painted, and leather coats hiding streaks of paint, unwiped from the night before. Unconventional wiring, that works seamlessly with no proper explanation. Music you want to throw your body into, and sunglasses that have you smirking into the reflection. Colored hair, and an aloofness you want to be curled into. Tight tummies, curls lips, and an unmistakeable beauty. Ultimate cuddle-r, and extreme worrier. Overbearing, but pardonable (in an unexplainable way). Tight braces, hair meant for long fingers to run through, and skin that begs to be touched. Soft with animals that isn’t earned by, deserved by, or given to Other People. Pizza without the cheese atop it. Willing. Nerve sizzling, but pulse soothing. Feet that have stepped across the world. Fingers meant to grip a paintbrush with a heart-stopping grip. Shoulders built to hold tears, and collarbones shaped for lips to press against. Steel rings, vibrant tattoos, and swipes of black mascara across long eyelashes.

Libra: (Harper, Amanda, Sequoia, Hannah, Amulya) The defined edges of a blurry photo. Witty. Informed. The backbone of a supporting role that keeps the entire boat afloat. Soft voices singing in the wind. The little mermaid, with her hair curled around her face. A tendency to love alcohol, and desperate for cuddles. Informed. Updated. Smart. Sharp. Colored hair and bright lips. Big eyes and soft skin and big thoughts with little details. Unnecessary proper nouns that seem to Fit. Giggling voices, and radiant words.  A comfort that can’t be articulated to someone who hasn’t been held by it, and a gentleness not meant to be told, but to be experienced. Soft skirts and pointed lips. Strong minded, and with the voice to support it. Relentless, but in the endearing, important kind of way. Silver spoons, largely framed glasses, and soft thighs meant for lovebites.

Scorpio: (Ashlyn, Ashley) Personalities meant to be screamed, not whispered. Paint streaks that begin with smears, and end in beauty. Laughter from the gut, and eyes that have a constant twinkle. Pink, kissable lips, and sharp eyeliner. Bronze eyeshadow, and lips dragging along the center of your chest. The stars within your tummy, and a fierce determination that scares some, and entices others. Fierce fire behind the irises. Good grades and small giggles. Peach skin, with flowing dresses to match. Earbuds tucked in snuggly to play soft music that has no intention of being shared. Underlying intelligence within every word, and a kindness that seems to be rare within people of this day and age. Freshly bruised peaches, glittery nail polish, and soft tummies with light nail marks across them (pressed into the skin with love and purpose).

Sagittarius: (Alexis, Evan, Elana) Three words to describe them: Louis, loud, and loud. Boisterous. Soft in the kind of way that makes you want to layer their skin with your lips, despite rough edges you may split your lips on. The loud bird chirp that wakes you up every morning, but you forgive nearly instant, just because of how soothing you always seem to find it. Cheeks meant to round up into a smile, and hands meant for frantic fluttering. Trustworthy, but only with information that you make clear isn’t meant to be shared. Hair with an inevitable curl at the end, sometimes inwards, sometimes all around. Dramatics of all sorts. Sometimes good, sometimes not. Beautifully passionate, with eyes that exude excitement. Pink sweaters, marvel comics, and a swagger in every step.

Capricorn: (Jasmine, Madie, Louis, Tara, Amit) Beautiful innocents with shocks of red. An odd naivety that is easily breached by foul language and dirty jokes. Passionate friends, but also not confrontational without reason. More likely to watch people gossip about their friends and hate them later than to say something. Always full of sweet things to say, and ego-fluffing comments. Bursts of happiness, and unavoidably contagious laughter. Huge smiles, that start tiny and take over the whole face in a matter of seconds. Passionate as anything, and dedicated to who and what they love. Always open to new ideas and willing to learn. Never afraid to ask questions. Pastel, spinning fans, and tongues flicking over lips with anxiety.

Aquarius: (Lucy, Morgan, Harry) The summertime, and butterflies. A music taste that represents them in any way they can make it. Confident with a smile, but quietly always self conscious. Gorgeous, but rarely prepared to admit it. Pretty eyes. Lovely lips. Stunning laugh. Not very touchy, and act like dicks, but show their love for you with small, special actions that are only understood by the people they’re meant to be understood by. Space buns, and toothy grins. Beauty behind the madness. Quick to fall into any emotions, but slow to show it. Guarded, but once you’re let in, you’re set for life. Soft colors, healthy plants, and crinkles by the corners of their eyes.

Pisces: (Ashley) Minibars, expensive cars, hotel rooms, and new tattoos, good champagne, and private planes. Long hair, and smiling lips. The apples of cheeks. Stories. Stories. Stories. Guarded, and craving information. Sex enthusiast (and with the every day stories to prove it). Fizzy cider. Car selfies, and sparkling diamonds. Absolutely sure of their royalty, whether their home is a corner of an abandoned building, or in bed with the prince. Well-used passports, and heart-pumping music. Fragility in the bones, but not in the heart. Intrigued by the mind, and secure within their thoughts. The kind of person you expect to teach you how to wear a tiara (with a visual demonstration, and perhaps a travel sized tiara). Bilingual tongues, and bitten lips. Foil in the shape of a heart, well-creased pages of a book, cheekbones meant to be photographed.