Aug 7, 2023
Brandon Stark, Prince of Winterfell, 305 AC
By @ohnoitsmyra
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Brandon Stark, Prince of Winterfell, 305 AC
By @ohnoitsmyra
you will never walk again . . . but you will fly.
Bran Stark: Essay on a very specific kind of pain.
His eyes stung. He wanted to be down there, laughing and running. Angry at the thought, Bran knuckled away the tears before they could fall. His eighth name day had come and gone. He was almost a man grown now, too old to cry.
"It was just a lie," he said bitterly, remembering the crow from his dream. "I can't fly. I can't even run."
–AGOT, IV
They would never cheer for him that way, he realized with a dull ache. He might be the lord in Winterfell while his brother and father were gone, but he was still Bran the Broken. He could not even get off his own horse, except to fall.
–AGOT, VI
The White Harbor lordlings would emerge later in the morning, with their knights and men-at-arms. Until then, the yard belonged to their squires, who ranged in age from ten to forty. Bran wished he were one of them so badly that his stomach hurt with the wanting.
–ACOK, II
"The crypts." Luwin chuckled, a froth of blood on his lips. When the maester tried to move, he gave a sharp gasp of pain.
Tears filled Bran's eyes. When a man was hurt you took him to the maester, but what could you do when your maester was hurt?
–ACOK, VII
"I'm here," Bran said, "only I'm broken. Will you … will you fix me … my legs, I mean?"
"No," said the pale lord. "That is beyond my powers."
Bran's eyes filled with tears. We came such a long way. The chamber echoed to the sound of the black river.
"You will never walk again, Bran," the pale lips promised, "but you will fly."
–ADWD, II
Eddard Stark lifted his head and looked long at the weirwood, frowning, but he did not speak. He cannot see me, Bran realized, despairing. He wanted to reach out and touch him, but all that he could do was watch and listen. I am in the tree. I am inside the heart tree, looking out of its red eyes, but the weirwood cannot talk, so I can't.
Eddard Stark resumed his prayer. Bran felt his eyes fill up with tears. But were they his own tears, or the weirwood's? If I cry, will the tree begin to weep?
–ADWD, III
Stark Siblings ° The Winds of Winter
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
bran stark