They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.
‘DREAMS FULL OF SONGS AND STORIES’ |“The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here. Yet she stepped out all the same.”
fake film | caleb landry jones + sophie turner + house of the rising sun
there were rumours about the oakes twins long before they burned their house down in what appeared to be a double suicide. their parents perished in a small house fire two years earlier but back then only the most vicious of locals harboured suspicions against the grief stricken children. still, everyone noticed the disappearing neighbourhood pets, the unhealthy codependence, the random outbursts of anger. evil tongues called their their red hair a sign that they had been touched by the devil. in hindsight, it was all so clear. the boy had always had such crazy eyes, after all.
but it’s easy to judge what’s going on behind closed doors. there was no evil twin: there were two. and these are the mind games they played on each other before they let the fire take them.