AND NOW HIS WATCH HAS ENDED.

—   𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐧𝐨  𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤,  𝐛𝐮𝐭  𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝒅𝒊𝒆  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐨𝐧𝐞.

[killedcrow-blog]

phew,  blog is under major construction!

[aloiaf]

𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 / 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵.

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[killedcrow-blog]

phew,  blog is under major construction!

[writingsforwinter]

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

Kait Rokowski (via percontes)

[perksofbeingafanboy]

the northerners will n e v e r forget

[killedcrow-blog]

killedsalver  /  lexia.

@killedsalver·   ♡   !

    “    your grace,   “ she said as she curtsied, her hands grasping the weight of her dress before standing back up straight and hands making their way back in front of her. her father, mother, and siblings were somewhere in the capital of the north, but she took it upon herself to welcome herself to the king himself. their visit was unexpected. being the capital, they must let the king know about the recent new house of salver. 

    “    we are a fairly new house, we took it upon ourselves to deliver the news to you personally. my mother and father are around here somewhere.    “

          what  kind  of  wealth  and  influence  would  her  family  hold  to  conjure  up  their  own  banner  and  house  in  times  like  these?  he  didn’t  linger  upon  the  suspicion  too  long;  the  prospect  of  a  potential  ally  was  always  at  the  forefront  of  his  thoughts.

jon  looks  to  the  doors  of  the  great  keep,  wary  of  newcomers.    ❛     you’ve  travelled  a  long  way,     ❜   he  comments.  from  king’s  landing.  the  north  was  still  a  rebellious  country,  and  the  southron  rulers  wouldn’t  take  kindly  to  HOUSE  SALVER  should  they  discover  their  whereabouts.    ❛     s’ppose  you’ll  be  wantin’  a  room.  we’ll  have  your  horses  brought  to  the  stables.  my  men  will  show  you  and  your  family  to  your  chambers.     ❜

[thefairfleming]

Please remember that for as stoic and noble as Jon is now, he once covered himself in flour and pretended to be a ghost to scare his younger siblings. 

This has been a reminder.

[jonsnowsource]

[brucee-waynee]

Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. Who knows?

[killedcrow-blog]

     ❛     if  i’ve  done  somethin’  to  offend  you,  my  lady   ------     ❜   knowing  the  reason  would  be  preferable.  he  was  grasping  at  straws  here  trying  to  think.   he’d  like  nothing  more  than  to  return  home  to  winterfell.  being  a  prisoner  wasn’t  doing  anyone  any  favors,  and  all  he  had  left  behind,  all  he  had  risked  to  be  here,  was  slipping  through  his  fingers.  and  now,  not  only  did  he  need  to  win  over  daenerys,  but  her  party  too,  it  seemed. 

@ashenglory​   ♡   !

[killedcrow-blog]

——  maidofwinter  /  sansa.

             It’s not funny. And she doesn’t laugh, looking stone faced at the brother she almost LOST. She told him NOT to go South, does he understand how worried she was when his ravens stopped for  w e e k s ?  Only to then get a note about how he somehow has found it in the North’s best interest to bend the knee to some woman who has NEVER seen Winterfell. It hurts. Sansa fought too hard to have her family home back to have her brother surrender it to the first pretty woman he finds. Would he laugh if she told him she spent hours pouring over the note trying to find proof someone else wrote it? Cause certainly Jon wouldn’t have. Certainly Jon would’ve talked to her before doing this. She  a l m o s t  would’ve preferred if he had just married Daenerys on the spot if that’s what he’s going for.

          ❝ As are you. ❞  She’s almost tempted to add what a pity it is, might’ve learned a lesson if he wasn’t. But she remembers his reaction to the Joffrey mention, she doesn’t want to hurt him, at least not too much. Casually, the red haired Lady of Winterfell  ( because he still hasn’t taken that title from her )  turns to her people, has them bringing the horses to the stables and looking after the men, to make sure everyone’s fed and warm.

          ❝ If you want anything, I am sure the people here can provide. ❞  She says turning back to Jon. Her brother. Her king.  ❝ Should I let Bran and Arya know you’re back, your grace? ❞

jon’s  smile  fades,  until  there’s  nothing  but  that  ever  constant  feeling  of  dread.  leaving  had  been  foolish,  he  knew  that.  pledging  his  allegiance  to  daenerys  without  consulting  his  sister  and  the  rest  of  the  northerners,  perhaps  even  more  so.  but  decisions  had  to  be  made,  now  more  than  ever.  they  didn’t  have  time  to  sit  on  their  thumbs  with  the  dead  marching  on  the  wall.  the  others  waited  for  no  one.

bran  and  arya,  however    ——    they  would  have  to  do  the  waiting  for  now.  he  shakes  his  head.

                    ❛     you’re  angry.     ❜

the  formalities,  the  restraint.   

he  looks  to  the  horses  being  guided  to  the  stables,  to  the  workers  carrying  stock  for  the  winter  and  plowing  the  snow.  the  middle  of  winterfell’s  courtyard  wasn’t  where  this  discussion  ought  to  take  place.  ❛     i  came  as  soon  as  i  could.     ❜

[killedcrow-blog]

          ❛     winterfell’s  not  as  …  appealin’,  i  guess,  as  the  castles  further  south.     ❜     

there  was  a  hardness  to  the  structure;  grey  stones,  high  walls.  a  formidable  stronghold.  home  all  the  same.  he  was  looking  forward  to  seeing  his  brother  and  sisters.  bran  and  arya  who  had  returned  shortly  after  jon’s  departure.  

the  rock  of  the  ship  against  the  waves  draws  him  from  his  thoughts  again.  the  chill  of  the  breeze  has  him  tugging  at  his  fur  cloak.   ❛     …  but  it  keeps  the  wind  at  bay,  n’  there’s  a  fireplace  in  every  room  t’  keep  you  warm.     ❜

@mhysasdracarys   ♡   !

[killedcrow-blog]

——  freefolksflame  /  ygritte.

Ygritte had wondered how LONG it would take him to finally find the courage to visit her. He knows he asks of her condition every day and his friend would try to whisper but she heard it. 

When the DOOR opens, she knows it’s him because Ygritte knows the way Jon moves how he shifts his weight uncomfortably from a foot to another and the silence. ’Coward’ she thinks but slowly, Ygritte sits up. The wound still hurts BUT she’s through the worst. Red hair falls over her shoulder and she gives him a mocking but tired gaze, a hinted smirk on her lips. “Lord Crow decides to visit the enemy, Should I feel touched? I d’ not know. I still FIGURE out why he’d have given command t’ keep me alive if only to chain me with my ankle t’ the bed like a dog in a cage.”

starter     //    @killedcrow      ( v; s5!au )

he’s  spent  days  working  up  the  courage  to  confront  her  again.  he  felt  as  much  a  coward  for  his  delay  as  she  thought  him  to  be.  the  battle  of  castle  black  still  remained;  dead  bodies  littered  north  of  the  wall,  piled  up  in  the  courtyard  of  castle  black  to  be  burned,  structural  damage  in  the  beams  and  steps  and  railing  were  to  be  repaired.  there  was  a  lot  of  work  to  be  done.  now,  as  the  new   LORD  COMMANDER,  the  burden  rest  on  his  shoulders.  and  then  there  was  the  issue  of  keeping  everyone,  including  their  wildling  captives,  fed.

he  thinks  he  would  have  come  sooner  otherwise.  he  would  have. 

seeing  her  again  had  brought  up  repressed  feelings  he  had  been  too terrified  to  address  since  his  play  at  double  agent.  his  betrayal.  but  they  were  there,  they  were  real.  he  had  loved  her,  he  still  did.  although,  he  couldn’t  speak  as  much  on  her  behalf. 

the  taunt,  he  barely  flinches  at.  he’s  too  tired,  well  accustomed  to  the  daily  derision  of  ser  alliser  to  pay  mind.  ❛     the  night’s  watch  defends  the  realm  against  threats.  there's  no  threat  to  be  had  from  shackled  prisoners.     ❜   meaning,  she  wasn’t  going  anywhere.   ❛     did  y’ let  maester  aemon  treat  your  wounds ?     ❜

[killedcrow-blog]

        ❛     i’m  the  lord  commander,  aye,     ❜   unassuming  as  he  was,  young  for  the  position,  but  not  the  youngest  there’s  ever  been.  jon  looks  upon  the  stranger,  expectant.  another  wish  for  the  night’s  watch  to  involve  themselves  in  the  affairs  of  the  seven  kingdoms  would  be  repudiated.      

                            ❛     what  can  i  do  for  ya  here ?     ❜

@decreedlore   ♡   !

[iheartgot]

[killedcrow-blog]

                  ❛     lady  salver,     ❜  jon  stands.  it  wasn’t  a  common  thing,  receiving  visitors  from  king’s  landing.  particularly  when  the  reason  for  their  visit  wasn’t   otherwise  announced.  perhaps  she  friended  sansa  in  the  capital.  still,  heading  north  with  winter  on  their  doorstep;  many  southerners  fared  poorly  during  the  colder  season. 

                     ❛    i’m  afraid  i’m  not  familiar  with  your  house.     ❜

@killedsalver​   ♡   !

[killedcrow-blog]

          he  never  went  to  work  with  his  father  as  a  child,  but  he’d  always  pictured  it;  a  grungy  factory  in  the  middle  of  nowhere,  ugly  and  big,  sticking  out  like  a  sore  thumb  anyone  could  spot  a  mile  away and  churning  out  something  even  uglier.  sweaty  laborers  stinking  up  the  inside  and  black,  toxic  clouds  fuming  from  the  smokestacks.  

you  can  imagine  his  surprise  the  first  day  on  the  job,  finding  a  building  almost  twenty  stories  high,  covered  with  glass  windows,  with  revolving  doors  and  not  a  single  sweaty  laborer  in  sight.  a  little  more  classical-modern,  but  still  more  than  he  ever  expected.  and  not  at  all  the  place  of  manufacturing.  stupid.  he’d  never  been  a  CITY  SLICKER.  being  thrust  into  the  boss - man  chair  with  few  credentials  and  even  fewer  ideas  of  what  the  hell  his  job  entailed   ------   it  had  been  intimidating.  it  still  was,  four  months  in.

if  his  brother  could  see  him  now;  sitting  at  a  glass  desk,  sipping  on  the  strongest  coffee  known  to  man  and  playing  at  professional  businessman  (   not  to  mention  fretting  over  the  underlying  family  drama - crap,  he’d  spare  the  details  )  ---   he’d  laugh.  

jon  didn’t  belong  here,  and  he  knew  it.

he’s  pulled  from  his  thoughts  as  the  door  swings  open,  standing  and  pushing  the  creases  out  of  his  blazer.

                     ❛     wasn’t  expectin’  y'for  another  half  hour.     ❜

@earnedstripes​   ♡   !

[killedcrow-blog]

          she’s  something  out  of  a  dream.  one  he’s  had  many  a  time;  of  home,  of  winterfell,  of  his  father  and  faceless  mother.  of  his  brothers,  his  sisters.  a sense  of  yearning,  a  sentimentality  that  tore  right  through  him,  body  and  soul,  and  left  him  sad  and  alone.  

arya  had  always  held  a  strong  place  in  his  heart.  always  in  his  thoughts.  he’d  missed  her,  he  still  does.  so  many  days,  weeks,  months,  years,  he’d  spent  wondering  whether  she  was  ALIVE  OR  DEAD.  here  and  now,  jon  does  a  double - take.  he  must  be  dreaming  still.  she’s  taller,  older  than  she  had  been  last  he  saw  of  her  in  winterfell.  

                                    ❛     . . .    arya ?     ❜

@hardertctame​   ♡   !