Tully Man: EDMUR THEY'RE KILLING THEM
Edmure: what
Edmure: you're drunk
Tully Man: NO RLY
Edmure: no wai
Tully Man: NO EDMUR I'M SRS OMG EVERYONE IS DYING
Tully Man: EDMUR HALP
Edmure:
Edmure:
Edmure:
Edmure:
Edmure: ok gimme 5 minutes nearly done
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Tully Man: EDMUR THEY'RE KILLING THEM
Edmure: what
Edmure: you're drunk
Tully Man: NO RLY
Edmure: no wai
Tully Man: NO EDMUR I'M SRS OMG EVERYONE IS DYING
Tully Man: EDMUR HALP
Edmure:
Edmure:
Edmure:
Edmure:
Edmure: ok gimme 5 minutes nearly done
hey dudes whattup
Floppyfish.
hey unnecessary
Have fun at your wedding. It's going to be a bloodbath.
oh fuck off
"Words are wind, are they not? Even winds blow in the North, harsher and louder than any you southron folk would know of," said Val, head inclining to the side as she watched him, gaze no longer playful but steady. The wildling woman knew an unhappy man when she saw one, if her previous pets were testament to such. "I pity the girl," she murmured after a moment, and she smiled some in a way that seemed as if she knew something he did not. "You should have ran North with me, hm?"
“Words are wind, of course” he murmured shaking his head. Edmure brought his hands to his face, rubbing his palms against his exhausted eyes, a harsh fatigue had lingered over his body since news of his unwelcome commitment to the Frey girl, one that he had not bothered to hide, knowing full well the guilt it evoked in his family, especially that of his sister. He brushed his fingers through his hair, eyes more alight then they had been in days as he cast his gaze at Val. “Pity the girl?” he almost laughed, a thin smile ghosting his lips. “The Freys have never in their history had such a marriage, they are undeserving of such, if my dear nephew was not in such need of swords, the arrangement would never have happened. I can near hear the sounds of my father’s disapproval.” He closed his eyes, his father’s voice lingering within his mind, his stern voice clear as he remembered. He opened his eyes slowly, gaze still upon Val, her lips curled in a shockingly knowing smile. He couldn’t help but relent to the pulls of his own grin, smiling more broadly as he shook his head. “I could, you know.” Tone serious, as he looked at her, near pleadingly. “I would, I would do it.”
"I hear news of a wedding, even in the far North," the wildling woman said, a playful gleam in her pale eyes. "Is it you, lord Tully?"
Edmure smiled grimly, sighing at the wildling’s ability to know even the most obscure detail of his life. “Your unwavering tendency to know things far out of your boundaries is quite astounding my lady. How is it that a wildling can come to know of my most grievous martial arrangements when a cool stretch of ice seems most likely to block any news from your people? But alas, the horrible rumour has the devastating misfortune of truth, despite how much I pray for its lies, I am apparently promised to another, gods help my soul.”
I cannot wait for our wedding, lord Tully - Roslin.
youll be waiting a long time cause i’m bailing no bitch can hold me down holla get out of my way
If you could say one thing to Walder Frey what would it be?
im gonna die stop torturing me
Uncle Edmure, I don't want you to marry!
“Here,” he said, pushing a rough piece of parchment into the boy’s hand. “Give this to your mother,” he said with a resigned sigh, before backflipping off the Wall.
What will you be drinking at your wedding?
my tears of despair and sadness
Are you excited to see your new father?
i’m contemplating death
What would you like for your wedding present?
get out of jail free card
Also no wine for you tonight, I want an heir. You better be ready.
the only way i’m getting through this wedding is if i’m paralytically drunk
Lord Tully, my granddaughter is very excited to see you tonight! The bed is ready, heh heh. Hopefully the rumors about the floppy trout are untrue, heh.
my dick is very soft pls refer to me as floppy trout from now on i have erectile dysfunction and there is absolutely no cure also i have really bad genes so your grand kids will probably have parkinsons too
psa: my wedding is cancelled xoxo
// Edmure makes me laugh. Seriously, you’re incredibly funny and I am so thankful for that. Also, on any given day I might be the one that bombs you with retarded anons.
look i've been complimented i'm going to cry!