the quiet wolf

eddard stark | asoiaf

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wxrstchain:

“This is like literally ridiculous.” Pacifica huffed taking another look at her cellphone. Fully charge, all the service bars and yet she still couldn’t get some kind of call through. “I swear, this like entire phone is brand new, there’s no way it should be flipping like this.” She complained trying to turn it off and back on again to no avail. There had to be some way or another this came back to the Pines twins, she’d lost a phone or two already to whatever latest adventure she agreed to come along on. She was probably just flat out jinxed at this point. That or suddenly everyone in society had decided to cut her off. Which would likely be her parent’s preferred outcome of course. Long had they since given up on trying to regain full control over their daughter. She and her Father in the end made a deal that they’d leave her be if she didn’t make any public ripples and still attended various events. She couldn’t remember making any recent mistakes worth a cut off and if it was anything serious her credit card wouldn’t have worked at the hotel. Turning to the first person passing her Pacifica held out a hand. “Hey, lend me your phone for a second. I think mine might be broken or something.”

despite being in the land for nearly a year now, there were many things ned wasn’t sure he’d ever get accustomed to. strange carriages- cars, buses, trains - they were effective in getting you places a lot faster than a horse. so ned would use them (though he would much prefer that it was acceptable to ride a horse). televisions. moving painting and words, real life conversations recorded in ways ned would never understand. then there were cellphones. much more efficient than ravens in sending messages. but ned just couldn’t understand them. so didn’t use them. it made it difficult for his job, but he dealt. “i am sorry,” ned said to the other as she stopped him. “but i do not own one of those devices. perhaps i could be of assistance in another way?”

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antihcroes:

 .      No matter how terribly happy he was at being here, at being alive once more.. Robb knew there would always be something missing – as long as his father wasn’t here with him, alive and well.. happy. If there was anyone who deserved to be brought back to life it was Ned Stark; his father had always been the best man he knew, honorable, kind, just.. he didn’t deserve to die. If there was any justice in the world, his father would also be brought back. Robb knew, that deep, deep down.. no matter how happy he was to have Talisa and his lady mother and Sansa here.. he would have gladly traded his life for his father’s if need be. He didn’t.. he didn’t deserve to be alive. Eddard Stark had always made honorable choices; he had always done the right thing – no matter how much it costed him and… he didn’t deserve to die the least honorable death of all, to end up in the executioner’s block, as if he was nothing but a mere criminal. It had hurt Robb terribly, the fact that he had not been able to save his father – the man who taught him everything he knew, the man who had fought until his last breath to make the world a better place..  and if Robb could back in time and change it - even if it meant his own death.. he would.

 Without a second thought. Because this was the man who had given him everything, who had made him into the man he was today and.. for him, he would not hesitate.  And so, he had put some distance between himself and Sansa, their lady mother and Talisa for a few hours… prefering to spend this time alone, because no matter how much he tried it.. he could never, ever be truly happy without everyone in his family here. He thought about Bran and Rickon, mere boys of ten and ten and two.. whose fates were still unknown to him before his uncle’s wedding – they could be dead, for all he knew.. but Robb had always chosen to believe otherwise. 

The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. He just hoped that wherever they were.. they were well and together. He thought of Jon; his best friend, the one he had always called brother no matter his last name and Arya; his little sister, the one he had held just minutes after her birth and sworn to their lady mother that he would always keep safe… it was unfair, what had happened to them – it truly was. Robb was meant to keep them safe, he was and.. if he would do it all again and give his life for theirs, to make sure they were always safe.. he would. Without a second thought.  He had been so lost in the thoughts of his family, of how he had failed to protect them that.. that he hadn’t even noticed where he was going, almost bumping into someone, almost sending the man into the ground.

 “ My apologies, sir - it was completely my fault, I seemed to have been so lost in thoughts that I didn’t even notice where I w-”  The words were lost in his throat as his gaze met the other - his father’s and he dropped the small bag he had been holding, forgetting about anything and everything but the man in front of him. “ Father. “ He whispered the world, slowly realizing how right it sounded… because he always knew this would happen. His father deserved to live and.. there was still some good in the world if it meant his father was here. “ Father… it’s me.. It’s Robb. “ He was crying by now - tears staining his vision and everything around him.. but he didn’t care. He pulled the other in for a hug, holding him very close. “ You have no idea of who much I’ve missed you. “

ned didn’t know the man in front of him. the one one who had pulled him into an embrace. the robb he knew was a boy. a mere boy of six. this man, he was grown. a true lord. strong and tall and yet... it was robb. of course it was. ned knew his children. he had recognised him as soon as he saw him. 

robb was crying. why was he crying? it hurt eddard to see his children cry. even though they were young and cried at the simplest of things. but to see a full grown man, his son, lord of winterfell, cry over him. well... it was heart breaking. so of course, ned returned the embrace. because all though robb seemed foreign to him now, he was still his son.

“robb...” ned said, voice quiet, as he pulled away from the embrace and placed his hands on robb’s shoulders. “gods be good... look at you.” he smiled, although he was still pained with some sadness. had he been gone that long? it hadn’t seemed to be that long to ned. but maybe time slowed here. he did not know. but obviously it had been long enough for robb to grow from a six year old into a man. he can’t imagine how badly his family had missed him, if it had turned robb to tears just to see him again. they were strong, starks. they endured. but it still hurt eddard to think about how much they would miss him. did they believe him dead? did they think he had abandoned them? ned would never.

he took a deep breath, smiling slightly at his son. “i have missed you too and i am so sorry. so sorry for leaving you and your siblings. your mother. i--” ned didn’t even know what to say. he was just glad he had been reunited with robb. after all this time. “you are so grown.” was all ned could muster. there were lots of things he wanted to say. to ask. but at this moment, he just wanted to embrace his son. so he did, pulling him back into his arms again. no, it was not the robb he knew. but still his son.

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nobelijah:

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His fingers tapped against the bar impatiently. The past few weeks had been spent wallowing in despair and guilt and Elijah found the best way to cope with it - other than tearing someone’s head off - was to drink. Not that it had that much of an effect on him but being in bar meant escape from the ever prying and judging eyes of his family and the ever so slight numbness of mind that alcohol granted him meant liberation from his own thoughts.

“What does a guy have to do to get service around here?” He muttered under his breath, completely oblivious to the stranger that sat next to him. 

ned was never the type to get drunk. he didn’t enjoy drinking ale to an excess, not like his older brother did, or robert. but, regardless of that, it he still had a taste for it now and again. at feasts, when drinking with his lords, or his house guards. or now, simply when he just needed a break.

eddard sighed as the bartender past him without acknowledgment, once again. he couldn’t help but over hear the other. “i am not quite sure. i’ve been here a while without acknowledgment.”

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iolanthc:

sydney dropped her head into her hands, groaning as the man approached her. she gave him a small, polite smile, despite her frustration. “at least it’s not just me.” she replied with a sigh. “not unless you can get me out of here.”

“alas,” ned sighed, shoulder slumping slightly. “that is something i can not do. i’ve tried myself many times.” accepting defeat wasn’t always a sign of weakness, jon arryn had always taught him. “well, you can leave. but somehow, you always end up back.”

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lostsovlsx:

Nearly three months in and this realm and all of it’s eccentricities and confusion still hadn’t fully settled in. There were things that would probably always bewilder the Lady of Winterfell for however long she was here. How it seemed to bring people back from the dead was the top of the list. It had been wonderful reuniting with her mother again, even if the woman hadn’t remembered who she was. Seeing Petyr Baelish… was another story and had kept her rattled for days afterwards, unable to sleep or eat well. 

Two questions remained on the forefront of her mind. Who else was here? And what happened if and when a way home was found? Would she have to say goodbye all over again? Sansa didn’t know if she’d be able to do that. The first time had been hard enough, each death taking a part of her soul with it until she found herself colder and guarded, more fiercely protective of the family she at one time took for granted.

Sansa watched as she usually did as the sun made it’s way down, enjoying the warmth of it’s rays on her face. Since winter had set in at home, she found herself missing the summer and wishing for it’s familiarity and warmth, therefore she’d been pleasantly surprised to see it was still summer here in this realm. From what she’d learned seasons lasted months here as opposed to years which, while odd… she could surely get used to.

She looked away when she heard her mother’s name, instantly glancing around for her mother before blue eyes turned to the man in front of her, going wide. No matter how many times she ran into someone she knew to be dead, the shock would never wear off. Relief overcame her for if her father… yes, her father, remembered mother, he remembered home. She stared for a moment, tears of joy threatening to fill her eyes. She couldn’t surmise if she would have been born yet by the age he was now, but she’d try. “it’s alright…” she breathed, a soft smile tugging at her lips before she went on, “it’s not the first time someone’s confused me for mother.”

“My name is Sansa Stark,” she said, stepping closer to him, memorizing every feature, but holding herself back from hugging him just yet. Not until she knew he believed her, “You… have no idea how happy I am to see you again… father.”

“sansa...” it couldn’t be. the person in front of him was a girl grown. a lady. sansa was only three. a child. barely up to his knee. the last time he had scene her, ned had tucked her into bed, placed a soft kiss on her forehead. if it truly was her, how was she here? how was she older? no. it was his mind, playing tricks on him again. but yet... the resemblance to catelyn was uncanny. it could be no one else. she said it herself. sansa stark. called him father. 

eddard had stop questioning this world, so why should he question this one thing? he knew there was strange goings on in this city. a strange type of magic that shrouded the place. ned had always knew that magic had exisited in westeros at one point, in valyria before the doom, even in essos at the present time. but did he actually believe it? no. not until here. 

he had always hoped that his family would somehow end up here too. prepared for it in his mind. always hoped. now here one of his children stood. a thing he had always hoped for. had prayed for just because it wasn’t what he was expecting, it doesn’t mean he should question it.

“you’re here,” ned breathed, before smiling at her. “look at you. my daughter. so grown up.” he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. his whole body filled with happiness. no, it wasn’t what he expected but it’s what he wanted. it wasn’t the sansa he knew, but it was still sansa. his child that he loved fiercely. “i missed you so much, sansa. how long have i been gone?” his smile faltered, but only for a second. ned had always been a reserved man, people always said it was hard to read him. so he was hoping that it was true. that his eyes didn’t give away that although he was full of joy, there was also a great sadness creeping in him. it had to have been longer than he realised. if sansa was older. if she was happy to see him again, missed him. it pained him to think of all the things he had missed out on. the pain he must have caused by disappearing so suddenly. with no explanation this time. sansa had barely understood why he had to leave the first time. she was so young.

[sanssa-archive]

The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die. ↳ @jessicallange asked: Ned or Catelyn

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closed; for sansa stark | @lostsovlsx

he had a life here. it wasn’t perfect. it wasn’t winterfell, but eddard stark had finally made the conscious decision to settle down. it almost felt like giving up, which he hated. hated knowing that his family were out there without him. but it didn’t seem like there was any chance of him getting back to westeros, not any time soon, anyway. adapt, his father had always told him. adapt but never change. so ned had listened. adapted to this new world, as much as he could, but never changed. he was still caring, cautious, honorable. he knew that in westeros he had a reputation of seeming cold, when in reality he was just reserved. even more so here.

without his family, without his title of lord, ned felt as though there was no purpose. not until he found his job. now at least, there was something to keep him occupied. but not enough to stop him from longing the halls of his home. the towers and courtyard of winterfell. the hot springs and the warm furs of his bed. his maester and his captain of the guard. it wasn’t just his family he missed, it was his people, too. ned never expected to be lord of winterfell. he was never supposed to be. but it had all fallen on him and he took the title without complaint. ruled as honorably and as just as he could. 

one eddard missed the most about winterfell, was the gods wood. he missed the weirwood trees, with their white branches and blood red leaves. the carved faces of the old gods, who always looked into his soul whenever he prayed beneath them. he still prayed. to the old gods. there were no weirwood trees here. but there were large oak trees. he’d go to one, in a park not far from where he lived, to pray. it wasn’t the same. didn’t feel the same. but he still did it. he prayed for his family. for robb, sansa, arya and little babe bran. for his bastard son jon snow, who was his blood. for his wife, catelyn. their relationship hadn’t been the smoothest. but over the years ned had warmed to her. grew to love her. miss her. he prayed to have her back in his embrace. to kiss the top of her auburn hair.

it had seemed, that maybe one of his prayers had come true. eddard had cat a glimpse. of that red hair. the one that distinguished catelyn, as a tully. it was her, it looked so much like her. was she truly here? “cat--” ned said, jogging to catch up to the girl. but it wasn’t her. but the resemblance was uncanny. she looked so much like a younger catelyn. “catelyn? i’m-- i am sorry,” ned apologized, feeling foolish but unable to look away. “i mistook you for someone else.”

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closed; for robb stark | @antihcroes

attempt after attempt of leaving this place had failed. the world beyond this city, it wasn’t westeros. it wasn’t essos. it wasn’t even sothoryos, no ruined cities, jungles, human like beasts. at first, ned thought maybe it could be ulthos. virtually nothing was known about this continent, from what he had heard from the maesters when he was younger and the books he had read when he was jon arryn’s ward. but why would he be in ulthos? who would take him there? it turned out, this wasn’t ulthos, after all. but a place apparently called the united states. or maybe that’s what the inhabitants of this land called it.

if he was, in fact in this land, which was quite possible, it was past asshai and the shadowlands and they were notorious for being shrouded in mystery, then ned could get home. back to winterfell. to his family. so he tried. by sea, which seemed to be the best option, but there were always some complication. by what people here called ‘cars’, he’d crossed most of the land and still ended up back. any attempt was futile. eventually, eddard learned the hard way that he must stop. he needed to get on with life. but that didn’t mean he would ever give up on his family.

he thought about them every day. about robb and jon, boys of mere six years old, training with wooden swords for wars that eddard hoped they never had to face. sansa, his first born daughter. she was only three but already such a lady. then there were the two youngest, arya and bran. arya had recently turned one but was fierce, biting her nurse maid whenever she wasn’t happy. bran was just a babe. the newest addition to the stark family. the last time he saw him, he was suckling at his mother’s breast. cat. his dearest catelyn. ned missed her most of all. her sweet voice, her warm embrace. being apart from her and at war had been the worst. he had grown to love her and lover her he did. fiercely. he would do anything to be in her arms again.

eddard had been so engrossed in thoughts of his family that he hadn’t even noticed where his feet were leading him. before he knew it, he had roughly bumped shoulders into a young man. “forgive me, sir,” ned said, hoping the other wouldn’t be insulted. as he looked at his face, ned felt as though he knew him. if he was back in westeros, he would have thought the man to be a tully,

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iolanthc:

sydney sat on a park bench, observing declan as he scribbled on a sheet of paper with some of the crayons she’d bought at a convenience store. thankfully, her cards still worked, which meant she could find a place to stay and feed her son. contacting adrian, however, was proving to be much more difficult. her phone simply… refused to call his number, along with jill, jackie, and eddie’s numbers. “this is actually ridiculous. how is this even possible?”

it’d been about a year since eddard stark had arrived in this city. he had spent most of it trying to get out of it, but always seemed to be drawn back. it had been frustrating, at first. but ned had finally started to try and settle down. but of course, he’d never stop trying to find a way back to westeros, to winterfell, to his family. this world, it was strange to him. but he was a stark, they survived whatever they faced. “i ask myself that almost every day,” he mutters in response to the woman’s passing comment. “is there anything i can help with, perhaps?” ned asked.

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Was that [LUCAS TILL]? Oh no no, that was just [EDDARD STARK], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [ASOIAF]. They are [26] years old and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long. {ooc: beth, 22, GMT, she/her}

how long has your character been here:

he’s been here for about a year now, but spent about 7 months trying to get out of DC and back to westeros, failing each time.

 what is your character's job;

he’s a community worker! he helps all sorts of people from many neighbourhoods across the city.

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom;

ned was pulled from the year 289 AC, just after he had returned home to winterfell after the greyjoy rebellion. at this point, bran was only born that year, rickon wasn’t even a thought and then greyjoy is now his ward. meaning, ned has no clue of any of the recent events that have happened, no idea he dies etc. i thought this would be an interesting point to play ned from, oblivious to tragic events that are to come.

 has any magic affected your character;

a part from not being able to leave, nope!

and any other information;

more book based than show, but since he’s not from that timeline, it doesn’t matter too much!! let’s ignore the fact eddard is supposed to have brown hair and lucas till has blonde lmao. i’m still not too sure on the fc, but he’ll work for now!!

[sirxusblack]

[…] Brave men, all of you. Butchered a woman pregnant with her babe. Cut the throat of a mother of five. Slaughtered your guests after inviting them into your home. But you didn’t slaughter every one of the Starks. No, no, that was your mistake. You should have ripped them all out, root and stem. Leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe. When people ask you what happened here, tell them the North remembers.

[onedirecton]

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