#deltiitnu

[zagubionywilk]

                 >> ⚔️ <<                           ❝             OUR LITTLE BAND    has become four.   regis lives    -----------    a higher vampire assisted in bringing him back and i met him recently.    dandelion manages to survive    IMPOSSIBLE    odds but he still remains intact.    now you’ve returned.               ❞             there’s silent questions on his tongue,   the how’s deep in his expression as it    SAT   on the ex    (    ?    )     nilfgaardian soldier.

@deltiitnu​ gets this    (    for cahir    )    !!

[scldsouls]

❛ deltiitnu / samwell tarly.

         THE INQUIRY WAS MORE THAN enough to catch his attention. Tearing his eyes away from the pile of books gathered on the table, ( for what seems to be the first time all day ) Sam slightly raises his neck to look up at Gilly with a confused, yet sympathetic, expression painted on his face. “You couldn’t. I mean, you didn’t, no.” It did seem that way, though, even he had to admit despite not wanting it to be true. Truth be told, he couldn’t really remember the last time that he was able to sit down and have a proper conversation with the woman he loved — and little Sam, Gods be good, the memories of that were even less. It was necessary, he told himself — he had to convince himself, for if he did not then he was certain that guilt would cut through him and tear him apart faster than any White Walker. This is why Maester’s don’t marry or have children. Although Sam himself was technically not guilty of either.

“Gilly,” he sighed, reaching up to run a hand through the top of his dark hair. “I don’t think you know how to do anything wrong. I mean, you do know how to, but you’re not doing anything wrong right now. I’m just…” He waved a hand over the pile of books stolen from the archives at the Citadel. “This is just really important. You know that. Jon is counting on me. All of Westeros is counting on me, whether they know it or not.”

heartbreak starters ──── @scldsouls

      there was so much she had learned, not only with sam but also jon and even little princess shireen during her staying in castle black. she, herself, felt rather lucky that her life had such a turn of events –––––––– from having nothing and being a mere wildling living beyond the wall, she was now carrying her baby in her arms and going everywhere with the man that she loved. truthfully, sam had sacrificed so much for her and gilly felt that per times she was naught but a BURDEN to him. what was it that she could possibly offer him but her heart? something he already had and there was truly nothing left but that and their beautiful child. 

      so whilst they lingered in the citadel, she found such FASCINATION in the books and all the information they contained. she was growing clever and more beautiful by the day and quite honestly so was little sam. he was becoming such a beautiful young boy, strong with gorgeous features, a smile always blessing his lips. it truly brought such joy to gilly when sam was busy. she knew that he had such an important task in all of this and many people were counting on him and she didn’t meant to disturb him but the doubt was gnawing her. 

      ❝ i’m sorry. ❞ she truly meant that. she didn’t want to cause him more headaches. ❝ is there anything i can do to help you? ❞ her hand slid across the table to take his gently. ❝ you look so TIRED and i am worried, sam. ❞

( @deltiitnu. ) 

[zcldrizes-a]

thank you, @deltiitnu , for making me cry over daenerys and aemon.

[zcldrizes-a]

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listen, i love all of your many muses, but aemon has stolen my heart so thank you for bringing him to me.

[zcldrizes-a]

do I see a pronunciation contest? bc aemon just won. #bloodofoldvalyria ftw

whispers: the only man in the north who can pronounce her name correctly.

[killthebxy]

// @deltiitnu

          there was no awareness of the person who miraculously found him in that dark alleyway, and rushed to call an ambulance — and literally saved his life, while at it. much as he was unaware of the paramedics carefully taking his limp figure in their arms, as to be carried within the vehicle and promptly attached to every necessary instrument — oxygen mask, IV tubes, you name it. anything and everything usually reserved for movies and shows was suddenly part of his reality. 

          by that moment in time, there was NOTHING. nothing at all. there was no pain, no agony, no sadness nor despair. it was like unplugging a TV, a screen gone completely blank and with no hint of light nor sound. until, all of a sudden, his eyes were open again. or, well… partially open, heavy-lidded and drowsy, but he could see. and he saw a lot of white… white ceiling, white walls, white covers snuggled into him. had the world ever been so white, before? it caused him to wince, hurting his sight still so used to the comforting dark, but he resisted the urge to close them; curiosity winning over fatigue. 

          this was a sort of room, wasn’t it? with a repetitive beep beep beep coming right from his side… it seemed so close, yet his body was refusing to move. maybe he was tied down? it was hard to tell what made sense and what didn’t, when his mind felt more like floating a whole mile above his body. but he noticed it, then — the face. the face of a young man staring back at him. who was he? why was he here, where were they...? the other was speaking, he could hear it… but was unable to understand the words. they seemed more like a long string of sounds put together casually, without a beginning nor an end, and the only reaction he could offer initially was to frown in CONFUSION. his tongue felt odd as well, clumsy and thick and lazy, as though he’d never before used it in his life. forcing it to work though, even if through a quiet, hoarse voice, he eventually tilted his head in the other’s direction.

‘ where— where am i…? ‘

[killthebxy]

The blind, old maester smiles sweetly at nothing in particular. If there were to be some kind of reason, perhaps it was the fact that he was being approached yet again for advice. But how not? He has advised kings back when brother sat on the throne that he had given up. There was no one wiser than him, although he lacked the arrogance required to make such a claim. "What is troubling you today, Jon Snow?" (djflfksdh there goes my little audition, if you will)

// @deltiitnu

          what is not troubling him, that’s more like to be a suitable question… for how is one to carry nineteen castles on his back, and still somehow stand up straight without breaking under the weight of it all? but they chose him, they trust him to lead them all and make the right decisions — and that’s what he ought to focus on, Jon tells himself. doubt will bring no one any good, and he’s well aware he’s got no time to be spared on HESITATION. though far easier said than done, and hence his presence so early in the morrow in the maester’s chambers; glad that he did not rouse Aemon from his rest, having no will to tire the gentle old man more than necessary.

          ‘ there’s rumors growing… that Roose Bolton legitimized his bastard, and found him a bride to help secure the claim on Winterfell. ‘ words that taste like the most bitter bile at the back of his throat, and how can they not? he’s got no family beyond the sworn brothers, the man in him says… yet the boy longs for the home that once was, turned to ash and dust under the grasp of the ironborn and now bestowed upon the treacherous beasts who hacked off his brother’s head and nailed Grey Wind’s to his shoulders. and he’s not even spoken the worst of it yet, quietly sitting besides Aemon. ‘ Arya Stark. ‘ my little sister.

[fightsbck]

        ‘     ser jaime.    ’      his name is a breath     (     though lately,    if she must argue,    that’s all it’s ever been    )     upon her tongue,     blue eyes lingering on his face as though she’s searching for a wound      -      however silly that must have sounded,    considering there is no reason    (     isn’t there ?    )     for him to have gotten hurt.     it must’ve been king’s landing,    she thinks.     there is something so equally beautiful yet tragic about the place.     so cheerful but chaotic.    she remembers turning her back on ser jaime with pod clumsily on his horse the first time,     how her chest weighed like she’s swallowed rocks instead of the decent meals she’s been fed with,     thinking of how the big,   yellow-bricked walls were going to swallow ser jaime whole and looking back could only hurt should she witness it.    thankfully,    she speak not of her thoughts aloud,    her gaze fleets instead to his back:    to any large arrival she’s expected that comes with the queen’s promise.     there is none.    perhaps ser jaime has ridden ahead.

         ‘      lady sansa didn’t tell me you’ll be arriving this soon.     ’     though she supposes there is no obligation there.    with the mother of dragons arriving,    along with hordes of unsullied and dothrakis,    and king of north being embraced back in winterfell,     there wasn’t time.    besides from podrick,    brienne had been challenged to test her patience on the small number of ladies that were expected to learn any tricks against the wights,    against any enemies.    they were clumsy and feeble,   scared of sharp things when brienne was flabbergasted that they were so quick to handle fire and knives in the kitchen and sharp sewing kit to make their clothes.    at least lady arya by her side had calmed her some.    it’s remarkable,    how quick and sharp she is.    brienne wonders endlessly where she’d been,   who had taught her so well that she’s grown so elegantly,     but lady arya is tight-lipped with her past as much as lady sansa was firm about the talk   —    or lack thereof   —   of her past marriages.    they were the rightful ladies of winterfell,    none shall question them,    and winter is fastly coming.     ‘      how many men shall we be expecting riding north?    i shall inform the handmaids of the appropriate shirts and thick wear to clothe your men’s back.      ’      /      from brienne for @deltiitnu !

game of thrones starter call,    accepting !