#defenderofthegrove

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@defenderofthegrove liked for Jon boi!

“What?” 

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ludd whitehill

also know as 

Big Daddy 

[needlcd]

when   talia   &   gerad   have   a   crush   thing   going   on   &   arya   just   lowkey   w / e   i’ll   have   them   both   ??            / /      @fifthbornforrester      /      @defenderofthegrove   !

[morethanjustwords-archive]

@defenderofthegrove​; cont. from HERE

      “Harys?” Gared questioned, moving over towards the older man upon being woken up, the light emanating from their campfire barely lit by that point. It had taken the younger of the two a moment to fully comprehend the situation, but after those few seconds had passed, he decided that he had no choice but to help out his companion in whatever way he could. Suffering far too often from nightmares himself, the former squire knew what they were like, and how difficult they could be to shake, even after they were long over. It was rare that he had someone there to help him through them — few things could be more difficult than that, even if he wasn’t willing to admit it to himself. He didn’t want Harys to have to experience that. Many knew of Gared’s tendency to worry too much about those he cared about; he wasn’t sure when Harys became another one of those people, but somewhere along the line, it had happened.

“Just breathe, alright?” He told him, kneeling by the bigger man’s side, being careful not to startle him. “You’re alright, aye? Just a bad dream?” Reaching forward, he moved a hand downward, to let it rest on the man’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze, keeping it there for a good while. There was little else he could do but provide some level of comfort and reassurance, but Gared knew it would likely be more than enough – much better than simply leaving him alone to handle it. They had helped one another out more than he ever expected they would, and this was just one more thing to add to that. “Try to steady your breathing.” He then told him, low and serious, moving his hand to the side of Harys’s face, holding it in his palm, keeping his gaze on the man and refusing to break eye-contact. “And look at me. Keep looking at me; don’t stop until you can breathe.”

This was not just a bad dream; at the same time, it was not quite as bad as it had the potential to be. It weren’t the images, the familiar faces, that haunted him tonight, but the sounds. The roars, & clashes, & howls, & whimpers of dying people... He couldn’t have prevented himself from trembling in his sleep, from groaning quietly through gritted teeth. Usually, it’d take longer for Harys to collect the strength & abruptly tear himself from the clutches of the nigthmare; yet it would still leave him shaking & choking, an utter mess for a long time, if there was no one to see him in that state. However, this time, it wasn’t the case. 

Gared’s words seemed to reach him from a large distance, as if his head was being held underwater, but a steadying grip on his shoulder, a touch of warm, human hand against his face were felt distinctly by the man. In a different state of mind, he’d make sure to put on a face & pretend to be alright, but he couldn’t do that right now, not yet at least. The awful noise still rung in his ears, & in his chest, there sat a heaviness, which would not ease. Talking was too much, he needed a bloody moment— a presence of a non-threatening person helped, and a lot, but it didn’t just magically take all the effects of the night terror away. Breathe —  a straw, that he clung to with all his might. Look in his eyes & breathe, which Harys tried his best to do. His vision was blurred, & the man shifted all of his will into keeping it focused, keeping his wild, unseeing gaze on Gared’s face. Breathe. That part was harder, struggling to suck in cold air with a weezing, choked sound. He was trying, damn it, doing the best he could — but his throat & chest were still too tight to utter a word, even the simplest ‘ i’m fine ‘. He simply struggled to follow the order & get himself under control, to stop the trembling, that came & went in waves — hardly capable of doing much else at the moment. 

[fifthbornforrester]

sb: polar bear

me, an intellectual: north bear

@oerhishall/ @defenderofthegrove

[battlejcy-blog]

@defenderofthegrove​ called for a starter.

--Hildwyn was told not to go near the boats... But she did it anyways... Floki, her caretaker and “jailer” ( in what she called him ) told her that the Viking clan called “The Forresters” were here on business to come to an agreement between them and the Sons of Ragnar... As she studied the boats, she noticed that some one was coming her way.

“Jeg mente ikke noget ondt ... ” She spoke in the Dane’s tongue, “ Jeg beundrede bådene ”

[thracixn]

          “Do I look like the sort of man who is easily frightened?”            If anything he was the man who frightened others. He            had no fear of death or dying, those nearest to his heart             already torn from him. He was a man with nothing left             to lose. 

@defenderofthegrove II sc

[wintcrskiss-a-blog]

gared tuttle is the cutest boi in all of westeros