Margaery Tyrell and Sansa Stark being friends. ;o;
“I … I could call myself after my mother…”
”Catelyn ? A bit too obvious … but after my mother, that would serve. Alayne. Do you like it ?”
__She bit her lip. “Could I be Cat ?”
”Cat.” He considered. “Yes. Braavos is full of cats. One more will not be noticed.”
GAME OF THRONES NUMBER MEME; Seven Quotes [03: No Songs Sung for Him]
Jeyne Poole wept so hysterically that Septa Mordane finally took her off to regain her composure, but Sansa sat with her hands folded in her lap, watching with a strange fascination. She had never seen a man die before. She ought to be crying too, she thought, but the tears would not come. Perhaps she had used up all her tears for Lady and Bran. It would be different if it had been Jory or Ser Rodrik or Father, she told herself. The young knight in the blue cloak was nothing to her, some stranger from the Vale of Arryn whose name she had forgotten as soon as she heard it. And now the world would forget his name too, Sansa realized; there would be no songs sung for him. That was sad.
these two.
#sansa and arya love each other #LOOK AT MY BB GURLS #BACK BEFORE EVERYTHING SUCKED #AND SANSA DYES THAT DRESS BLACK AND USES IT FOR MOURNING AND ARYA REMEMBERS A GIRL WHO LOVED LEMONS #and then I hate everything #I don’t even know what I’m saying in these tags right now #but stark sisters are the best sisters
