A one-time ally of Lightning, Snow was engaged to her sister, Serah. Now he is the world’s last remaining l’Cie, cursed with a terrible power.
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.
Love… Of course.
ellie + weapons
“You should have been the Mockingjay. No one would’ve had to feed you lines,” I say.
“True. But no one likes me,” she tells me.
Ellie + tropes
Gingersnap is here and we’re watching
Frozen. I keep falling asleep though. I’m so tired.