ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴡᴏʟғ

Bʀᴀɴᴅᴏɴ Sᴛᴀʀᴋ. Eldest son of Rickard and Lyarra Stark. Almost became Warden of the North. Almost married the girl. Almost lived. "A bloody sword is a beautiful thing." *Residing in apartment 4G.

[rubusrosaceae]

Anti-honesty hour. Ask me anything and I will respond with blatant lies.

[helen-hamilton]

“It’s more of a where. It’s a small island apart of Massachusetts.”

[cfwolfblood]

      “Ah, my apologies. You would be right though, they call this place New York.”

[hernameismoonchild]

          she could feel her heart racing once again, beating wildly, as it only did in his presence. her SAFETY, her WARMTH, her BRANDON. she had him back and she would never let him go again, she just couldn’t. brandon had come to mean SO much to her that the thought of losing him again, well it devastated her, so she would lean into his touch and remind herself that he was here now and she had nothing to worry about ever again. at his words, the empress smiled brightly and gave a nod. “nor shall i, i refuse to ever lose you again.” she admitted in a soft tone, brows raising a bit afterwards. she knew that jokes were a thing here, but she wasn’t completely sure of how they worked, so moon immediately took brandon’s words as a genuine statement. “is your room big enough for the both of us? i don’t have many possessions, but i suppose i would need enough space for my clothes, at least.” she reasoned as she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “i would also like to get a ‘pet’ one day, may we get one?” moon asked as she followed him inside. it was strange (yet wonderful), how easily they both slipped back into the place they had been before – there was no awkwardness, no hesitation, just pure need and happiness in once again being near one another.

[cfwolfblood]

        They were so different. She was purity, gentleness, healing and beauty while he was rough, unpredictable, risk taking and spontaneous. Where everything said they were completely opposites they found reasons to need each other, becoming a sort of anchor and the key to keeping their sanity in such a strange world. Brandon wasn’t a bad person, his father just put it best when he said that his eldest son had the blood of a wolf, but Moon kept him grounded and gave him comfort and a sense of home that he hadn’t felt in so long. She intrigued him and was such a contrast to the people he had known, there was no way he could lose her. “I’m sure we will find a way,” he nodded with an amused smile, gently squeezing her hand in return as he led the way. “Well what kind of pet are you after? We had dogs, mostly for hunting, but I never would have called them pets. I suppose the horses came close.” Oh how he wished he could have shown her all of it, take her for a ride through the Rills with the cold, Northern wind blowing past them without a care in the world. Eventually he came to a stop outside of the door that led to his apartment, opened the door and gestured inside. “The first door leads to my room, though it doesn’t quite feel like home yet.” His room was still as he found it, minus his clothes, but he imagined company might make it more his own.

[ellianafck-blog]

she stared at the man in front of her, finding it hard to believe that he could really be her brother. she didn’t think she’d ever see him again. she was destined to a life in a tower, locked away FOREVER. but somehow her brother was in front of her, was this some cruel joke? she wasn’t sure. “brandon?” confusion etched her features as his name finally escaped her mouth. she stepped closer to the man, not taking her eyes of him. “is that really you?”

[cfwolfblood]

        He was torn between feeling ecstatic and being haunted by his inability to protect her as he should have. Brandon was the eldest brother, he should have been the one to free her from wherever he was being held, but instead his wolf blood got him into trouble and sent him to an early grave. He never knew what had truly happened to her, but the possibilities plagued him daily. “It is.. I’m- Lyanna, I’m sorry. I failed you.”

[cfwolfblood]

who do you miss more, benjen, ned or lyanna

            “This might be unfair for me to admit, but Lyanna. I saw little of Ned once I was fostered at Barrowton and he at the Vale, Ben had a lot of training to do at Winterfell and it was Lyanna who I saw most of. She and I were always one and the same, it’s Lyanna who I failed and Lyanna who I’d give anything to see again.”

[nananialler-deactivated20120615]

Reblog if you're bored and want random anons.

[hernameismoonchild]

            the moment she felt his arms around her, moon immediately relaxed; she hadn’t felt this comfortable in what felt like a lifetime. she breathed in his scent, her arms going around his neck as she simply basked in his warmth. she had him back and that was far more than anything she could ever ask for. as they pulled back, her hands moved to his shoulders and she looked up at him, eyes bright and full of hope. “i’ve looked for you as well, it would seem we both had been looking in all the wrong places, but… you FOUND me.” she reassured him, her smile still present. “i am much better now – much happier. i’ve been so confused since we arrived here, i was almost afraid you were not here as well.” she whispered, giving a soft shrug afterwards. “i have mainly been at the library, this place they call… starbucks and here. —but i have went to museums and monuments, all in search of you.” giving his shoulders a gentle squeeze, moon shook her head a bit, giving an assuring glance after doing so. “i have not been harmed, i have only been missing you.”  she replied, bringing a hand to his face afterwards. “…are you well, brandon? i’ve been so worried about you. i truly feared i would never see you again.”

[cfwolfblood]

           As amazed as he was by this new place, the thought of being separated by the one person he had truly opened up to wasn’t a pleasant one. He even felt angry at the thought of them being ripped apart. There was something about Brandon’s relationship with Moon that made him feel like they were just beginning, that there was so much more for them to speak of and explore with each other. But she wasn’t gone, they hadn’t been torn apart and in that moment he just had to hold her a little tighter to remind himself of that. “This is a much larger place, I feared it would be more difficult to find you.” The mere idea of that made him frown, his hand raising to lightly brush his knuckles across her cheek. “I’m fine, only worried something had happened to you.” He chuckled at how ridiculous he thought he sounded, but there was a real fear now rooted within him or losing anyone else he cared for. “I don’t think I’ll be letting you out of my sight again. Come, I’ll show you my room so you know where I’ll be keeping you.” His tone was deadly serious, but there was a look of humour playing his features as he moved his hand to take hold of her own. As much as he had been filled with fear and dread he was still the same old Brandon, mischievous as ever, as he gently tugged her hand and made his way towards the door back inside.

[ellianafck-blog]

she was OVERWHELMED to say the least. so many people, and they all moved so fast. why was everyone in such a rush? seeing a figure approaching, she stood up a little straighter, resting her arms at her side. “WHO are you?!” she said, shouting a little loud than she had initially intended.

[cfwolfblood]

           The face was haunting, surely a ghost from his memory come to plague his very existence and remind him of his FAILURE. Brandon had been watching from afar, dark eyes not leaving the figure as a sickening feeling set into the pit of his stomach. Passers by had moved themselves to pass her, clearly she was indeed real, but at first he couldn’t bring himself to bring himself forward for fear he was wrong. Eventually he gritted his teeth and began to walk closer, only to come to a stop as her voice reached his ears. He should have remained calm and collected, introduced himself to the young woman in a nonchalant way, but instead all he could say was one word that left him like a winter’s breeze, “...Lyanna?”

[helen-hamilton]

“Well this definitely isn’t Nantucket.”

[cfwolfblood]

       “What’s a Nantucket?”

[faramircaptainofgondor]

{ ♔ brandon stark } → older brother to Eddard Stark, Lyanna Stark and Benjen Stark, and the original heir to Winterfell prior to Robert’s Rebellion.

[hernameismoonchild]

            being up here reminded her of fantasia, her tower was high, so high that she could see ALL of her land and yet it felt incomplete. once she met brandon, things began to make sense, though now that she was in this new land and once again alone, that familiar feeling that something was missing, came crawling back. sighing softly, the empress slowly rolled her shoulders back, looking upwards towards the sky in the process. the air wasn’t the same here, it felt clogged – dirty and smelled strange, or maybe she was just trying to find other negatives to focus on? it wasn’t like her to be so negative, but it was hard to see the positives when so many things just FELT wrong. as she began to move back to return inside, the empress froze as she heard her name with a familiar voice attached to it. for a moment, she thought her mind was simply playing tricks on her, attempting to wrong her as it did back in the black house. though, as she came off the edge and slowly turned around, she instantly KNEW that he was no illusion. he was REAL and he was HERE. “—–brandon…” she whispered before she began to inch closer to him, each step quicker than the last. “BRANDON!” for the first time since arriving to this place, moon SMILED, a true – genuine smile and it came simply from seeing him again.

[cfwolfblood]

           It was still unclear who or what he could trust in this new place, due to the fact even the houses in the last town could play tricks on the mind, but once he saw her face he knew it to be true. She was really there, in the flesh and as beautiful as ever. Brandon remained frozen to the spot for a brief moment, the voice of his father reminding him of the ways he should remain polite and honorable at all times, but he found himself caring very little for his old ways. He was no longer a Lord, he wasn’t the heir to lands or a castle, and so nothing stopped him from rushing forward to meet her. There wasn’t even a thought of contemplation before Brandon instantly pulled her into his embrace, lifting her slightly off the ground in the process. “I looked for you. Had I known you were here I would’ve looked harder, tirelessly.” He sighed, holding her tightly for a moment longer, only placing her down to look upon her face. “Are you well? Where have you been? No one’s hurt you, have they?”

[hernameismoonchild]

@cfwolfblood

            she felt so lost, everything was different now – she had been pulled from one place to another and so many new faces surrounded her currently that she was unsure if any FAMILIAR faces had followed. more importantly, she wondered if HE had followed. she attempted to look for him (more than once), but moon had no luck and she was forced to consider the possibility that brandon just wasn’t here. she didn’t want to accept that though, no… it was too much for her to handle. the thought alone was PAINFUL. it wasn’t like being ripped away from fantasia, for brandon felt more like a home to moon than her world had. feeling suffocated by her thoughts and loneliness, the empress soon decided to leave her room and make her way up to the roof, desperately needing some fresh air. once she was there, she made her way to the ledge and looked down at the bustling city below, that felt so foreign to her. it felt TOO large and she felt feeling so vulnerable, despite her powers. she needed her home, she longed for her comfort… she wanted the man that made her feel safe.

[cfwolfblood]

             He didn’t know one street from another, nor did he understand how someone could trust the drivers of the small, yellow carts to take them where they wanted to go, but it was safe to say that Brandon quite preferred this new location to the previous one. It was no Winterfell, but with the buildings towering over him he could almost pretend that it was. Yet, no matter how hard he imagined it was so, there was still something missing. It wasn’t the cold breeze, it wasn’t his family, it wasn’t even anything from Westeros at all, more than anything he found himself to be missing Moon the most. She may not have been part of Winterfell, but she did represent everything that was his chance at finding a new home in this world and she was nowhere to be found. Once it had occurred to him that the came faces were in the building he had been staying in, Brandon started from the ground floor and worked his way up, asking anyone he ran into if they had seen a woman of a certain description and moving on with disappointment each time they were no help. Eventually he came to the top floor with no success, ready to give up as he stepped out and onto the roof to simply embrace the fresh air and view below. But he got nowhere near the edge before he noticed someone there, someone he knew rather well. “.....Moon?”

[cfwolfblood]

That Harley Quinn you made a starter for is not a part of this rp, just so you know.

//ahhh my mistake, thank you for telling me, love!

[cfwolfblood]

@saintxripper liked for a starter.

           Carefully eyeing the numbers on each door, Brandon followed the corridor until he came cross 4G and entered the room rather carelessly; or he was until he saw another in the apartment. He glanced back to the number on the door before his gaze returned to the other male, his brow arching curiously. “Who’re you? I wasn’t aware these were shared apartments.”

[cfwolfblood]

@oflivs liked for a starter.

              Brandon had very little care for the people trying to divert their way around him as he stood there, staring up at a skyscraper with a look of pure amazement. “Have you ever seen anythin’ like it?”

[cfwolfblood]

4, 9, 17

meme; tragically honest | accepting.

4. What’s personality trait you hate in one of your close friends.

            “Hate’s a strong word, but Eddard was always too passive. It concerns me to know he inherited everything when he was always so quiet.”

9. Talk about a time you made an enemy.

           “When my sister was taken Rhaegar was an instant enemy, it’s a shame he didn’t answered my call for him to come and I because I believe I would’ve quite enjoyed that. I only home he was made to pay at a later time.”

17. Do you ever do things to hurt yourself? Talk about a time you have.

          “No, never intentionally. If ever I have I wasn’t aware that the aim was punishment.”

[cfwolfblood]

3, 8, 20

meme; tragically honest | accepting.

3. Name one of the traits you hate most about yourself, why do you hate it?

          “The wolf blood. When I was young it was the thing that defined me, people knew me as the wild wolf and that was a name I liked to go by. Then, in the end, it was my undoing. As fun as it was to have such a reputation, my hot blood sent me to an early grave and took my father with me.”

8. Talk about one of your worst memories involving someone you hate.

         “My final moments were the worst, there’s no competition on that. You would think it would be the cries from my father that would stand out the most in memory but it isn’t, it’s the sound of the Mad King LAUGHING. His son stole away my sister and then he laughed as my father was burned alive and I strangled myself to save him. Mad doesn’t even begin to describe what that man was, he was certainly not fit to be king.”

20. Name someone who’s failed you. What did they do wrong? How do you feel about them now?

        “Thankfully I can’t really think of anyone. I failed my sister so in turn I failed myself, I should have gone about her rescue differently but I know she wouldn’t have expected me to do it in any other way.”