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i love the smell of suffering

AU where Bran and Tommen and Robin hang out together at Winterfell and they are bestest friends and nothing bad happens to them ever

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can’t relate

someone get bran’s horse some squeaky shoes

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Holds and refuses to let go.

ALL IS QUIET IN THE GODSWOOD, beside the pool where they used to play, now turned to ice, burried beneath snow, the pair sit. her arms are wrapped around him from the back, head leaning into his hair, as he grips her arms close and refuses to let go. she won’t let go so long as he doesn’t — she’s all ready made her mind up. she’s going to stay here. she’s going to watch over her brother. that’s what robb would do. all her training has been about bringing death; but bran gifted her that dagger for something else.

not avenging the ones she loves; but protecting them.

the branches of the weirwood move above them. she hears the war song, the mourning call of the dead on the wind and shudders, huddling closer into the mountain of furs upon bran. he is mayhaps hearing worse things: too many things. but beneath it all he is a child. he is afraid. they are both sweet, summer children — made for winter. and it isn’t fair. and the old gods whisper that it isn’t fair. and their ancestors beneath their feet mourn because it isn’t fair.

arya sniffs and closes her eyes. not long now. he is so wise. so strong. he’s grown now… would that he still be walking; he’d be taller than her and jon too most like. he’d be sparring with her in the yard; adorned in armour: knighted in glory just like ser barristan; just as he always wanted. calling her little sister to tease her for being small, how she’d hated it. they’d tell stories of him — instead… instead he must listen. hear all the stories of others. there is no blackberry juice on their fingertips; and only cold, raspy breath where laughter had been.

this is not the life either wanted. mind and body torn before they had a chance to grow. and only one more night in this world — she feels her heartbeat, like a rabbit’s, next to his. he still can’t let go.

❛ ‘m here bran… ‘m gonna’ stay right here with you. ❜ she tightens her hug, pressing a kiss gently against his temple, her senses are alert to the sounds of the hours before dawn, and the shapes in the trees. they are coming; and a had reaches down to clasp the hilt of her dagger, bringing it back up to rest against him where she holds him.

❛ remember what father used to say, ❜ arya whispers, ❛ the only time a man can be brave is when he's afraid. and you are a man. and you are afraid… ❜ she feels it. in his bones, in the way he clings to her so tightly.

❛ so be brave… ser bran. ❜ and i will be too.

LOCALE: DO A THING TO ARYA — OPEN.FOR: @boywarg — BRAN STARK.

#❝ 〇 messages ⌣ she is a mouse and hears their whispering.#❝ 〇 004. winter ⌣ needle: the laughter of winterfell’s people.#boywarg #this is painful.#so enjoy it.#hahaha wow why this.#i had to get it done before sunday for reasons.#got spoilers #this turned into a whole thing yikes.#hahaha i regret this.

💗 big kiss on the head for a good boy

EXHAUSTION SEEPED INTO BONES ; 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚢 , 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 . grey stroked coat lined with ash & scarlet . muzzle no better . fresh wounds etched 'cross wolves form , yet he pushed on . leaping over body after body to race toward godswood . weak whine can be heard when motionless kraken comes into view . the stark boy lives , & it floods the direwolf with relief . beast limps over to young lord . he lowers himself to lay at the side of the chair , head resting ‘pon the boys lap . golden hues close for a moment when he feels a kiss pressed atop his head . large head tilts up when the boy leans back . he stretches up to nudge the underside of his chin with crimson snout . tragedy followed them both , yet they survived .

* 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃. / @boywarg

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