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@tymptir whispered: “Thank you… In the end, that’s all I had to say.” ( from Sansa )

edd moves the rag softly over her bleeding wound, wiping away the excess blood. he is gentle as he wraps a bandage around it. at first, he avoids her gaze. this is not a pleasant thing to witness; he can only imagine the horrors she endured at the hands of bolton. he knows WHY jon must go. . . but right now, he focuses on sansa. he relates to her perhaps more than she knows. “it’s our secret, milady.” he says, gentle -- perhaps uncharacteristically so. and then he shows her his healing scars.

edd feels a hand in his hair... he stirs in the bed, feverish. his back throbs, and he can hardly focus on anything at all except for the gentle hand carding through his sweaty locks. he hears sansa’s soft voice, and he glances at her with only his eyes. ( everything else refuses to move. ). “lady sansa,” he says quietly. they must have won if he’s still alive. he doesn’t know -- all he remembers is sam running from him. the rest is darkness. “there is no need to THANK ME. it has been... my pleasure to serve you.”

#tymptir #COMMANDER | VERSE.#blood /#torture mention /

@tymptir whispered: “You jump, I jump. Remember?” ( and another one from Grenn )

SMILES are rare for eddison tollett, but somehow -- somehow grenn manages to get one out of him. it’s the bloody coldest day so far that edd can remember, and jon is long gone. off to somewhere else. fighting battles for ancestral homes and all that. edd stayed behind, and he took the mantel of LORD COMMANDER.

he can’t do it alone. not without grenn. “i feel so bloody stupid in this thing,” he says with a laugh, gripping grenn’s shoulders. a new day has dawned. and they are here, together. “hell, i’d consider jumping off the wall right now if it meant i didn’t have to deal with the night king.” he laughs. “bloody walkers.”

a pause. he looks into grenn’s eyes. and then he pulls him into a hug. “thanks, grenn.”

#tymptir #soft boys with them for Once #COMMANDER | VERSE.#RAVENS | ANSWERS.

@tymptir whispered: ❛ they say there are no innocents at war. ❜ (from Sansa)

EDD NEVER KNEW what it was like to be a man -- his youth in the vale was swinging wooden swords and stewarding for no wars, no battles. his early years at the wall were the same. he was a steward, a servant to the lord commander. and while he learned a lot underneath mormont... it had not prepared him for the first time he swung a blade for real. not the games they would play in the courtyard, or the so-called training...

there are (usually) two sides to any war. are either side right? justified? or is one only trying to survive. if he knew then what he does now... maybe he would’ve let the wildlings pass. make home in westeros. shelter them early from what was to come. so many bloody corpses at hardhome. FUCK. edd looks at sansa quietly. “what do you believe, lady stark?”

he purses his lips together. “wars are bullshit, if you ask me. only one that matters is between the LIVING and the DEAD. the rest are sqaubbles among men... for nothin’. for birthrights, or pride... or conquest. stuff that doesn’t matter. young men are killed at the behest of fat lords and ladies not even considering the consequences. no. no, no one’s innocent at war.”

#edd's a bitter boy #i hope this makes sense #tymptir #RAVENS | ANSWERS.#COMMANDER | VERSE.

@wolfqueennamedstark sent (a couple of months ago): ‘ do you remember? ’

BREATHING IS STILL DIFFICULT, and time does not feel real. edd glances over to the lady of the north -- a constant visitor at his bedside. the wound’s BAD, or else he would not be bedridden for weeks. he’s grateful to be welcome at winterfell for so long. he rests his cheek against the pillow, admiring sansa. grateful that she’s still alive after all of the pain she’s endured. they are alike: kindred, broken spirits. “remember?” he asks, trying to wrack his brain. the attack? no. he remembers sam going down, and then he recalls waking up in horrible, horrible pain. “what -- should i remember, milady?”

#wolfqueennamedstark #COMMANDER | VERSE.

@fifthbornforrester sent: you were clearly meant for more than a life lost in the war.

EDD LIES ON HIS STOMACH, still dazed from the pain. he feels great shame at going down so easily -- though it is a great shock that he is still alive. when the blade ran him through, he’d thought it’d been the end. sam was safe, and that had been all that mattered. sam. . . did he survive the night? ( he may have dreamed sam crying by his bedside. ) he hears the female’s voice and opens his eyes -- she is blurry still. it’s been days, and she returns to him to check his wounds. “what else can there be now?” he asks, feverish, pained. edd sweats, even in the freezing cold of the winter. perhaps there’s more to do, but HE may be unable to do anything. it’s a wonder if he makes it to tomorrow. “who -- are you, girl? you deserve my -- thanks.”

#fifthbornforrester #COMMANDER | VERSE.#post-war of the dawn because both talia and edd survived :/

@tymptir sent: “I never could lie to you.“ (from Grenn)

NIGHT GATHERS. . . AND THE WIND GROWS COLDER. edd stands at the top of the wall, staring out to the abyss. he’s silent, brows knit. he’s lost in thought. it’s been two weeks since jon left -- perhaps he’s at winterfell by now, going after the bolton bastard. it’s no matter to edd. at least it shouldn’t. winter has come for them, and the unknown waits for them in that darkness. he’d be lying if he said he was ready for this, but perhaps NO ONE is ready.

edd closes his eyes, feeling the weight of the CLOAK around his shoulders. should we close the gate, lord commander? “didn’t say you were.” thank the gods for grenn. he knows it’s an ANSWER from before. duty. honor. they are protectors of the realm. edd accepted his duty wholly, in spite of the fear in his heart. in spite of the pain from jon’s departure, from the second mutiny. thorne would’ve killed them all. it’s only right for edd to be in command now.

“we’re the only ones left,” he says soft enough for his voice to be lost in the wind. “there’s maybe a hundred of us here at castle black, with less at the east gate. there’s hundreds of thousands of the dead coming for us, grenn.” he purses his lips together. “we’re the only ones left.” he repeats, turning to him. sam’s gone off to learn, jon’s gone off to war, and pyp has been laid to rest. “do you really believe we can win? that I could lead us to victory?”

no. perhaps they both still serve jon, even while the man’s gone. “do we have a chance? or should we just throw ourselves off the wall tonight?” the last is said in jest, in edd’s dark sense of humor. “might be dead before we hit the ground. could be nice instead of being stabbed repeatedly by a screamin’ skeleton.”

#COMMANDER | VERSE.#i'm emo????#i'm emo #tymptir

@talltalkr sent (a couple of months ago): [ kiss + soft ] your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

ONE WOULD THINK EDD WOULD BE RELIEVED after they won. . . but edd has had trouble getting back on his feet. the wound in his back causes a permanent limp. he’s gone back with the wildlings to castle black, sworn to his duty to be a protector of the realm. the OTHERS might be gone, but the free folk have to rebuild, have to go back home. edd is the lord commander; he must remain where he is needed. he’s more sullen than usual after separating from jon and sam once more. they survived, and yet edd cannot find happiness in the frigid cold of the north.

he and tormund are in the lord commander’s chambers, and edd still remembers being in here with jon many nights. . . it still doesn’t feel like his room. he rests against the bigger man; they’re friends. more. and perhaps tormund can sense his unease, because there is a hand against his cheek. edd turns to him and exhales as their lips press together. he leans into him desperately. edd doesn’t say anything -- he lets his hands and lips do his talking for him. right now, he NEEDS tormund. his affection. his comfort. him.

#SOFT !!!!!!#talltalkr #COMMANDER | VERSE.

EDD WOULD BE LYING if he said he and tormund hadn’t been waiting for news about jon. it was hard to let him leave for king’s landing with the dragon queen. edd couldn’t watch him leave again, even if he was too weak to stop him. . . his back still hurts, but he can walk around now. how humiliating it had been for him to be taken out so early. it’s lucky that he’s alive. still, they let jon go, and they went back to the wall together -- to rebuild the world behind the wall.

there was hope that jon would come back and join them. edd sincerely hoped so; he didn’t want his last memory of jon snow to be while he’d been lying in bed incapacitated. jon had looked at him with such pity, and edd hated him for it. no, that tearful goodbye could not have been it. edd wouldn’t allow it.

“tormund -- ” edd shouts when he receives the raven, eyes wide. “tormund!” he’s tripping in the snow, hurrying over to his friend. according to the note, jon had KILLED the queen . . . and had been sentenced to spending the rest of his life in the night’s watch.

jon is coming home. . . but neither of them imagined it to be like this. edd stands at the north gate as it opens, as jon is revealed to him behind it. . . and GODS, he looks awful. the last weeks have not been kind to him. what happened to you? echoes in his head, but he doesn’t make a comment about that. instead, instead, edd tries to be playful. “don’t think you’re getting the bloody cloak back now.” he warns, offering a weak smile.

then, edd’s walking toward him, arms outstretched.