BABY'S FIRST STARTER CALL, ( still accepting ! ) expect me to be slow to publish.
the wall, some time after his departure from bran : ft. @sevynhells
HE IS THE GHOST OF THEIR BROTHER ROBB ! the boy king reborn in the face of his youngest brother, where features have grown 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍, they bare a striking similarity. though the crows would know naught of this resemblance, instead seeing a wildling woman, her child, and great beast approaching castle black's gates from the south ... their only hope now, was that jon snow, amongst the nights watch and unlike his brothers in black, would.
having approached 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎 and castle that separates the north from the south– rickon stares not at the weapons now drawn and aimed for the trio, but towards the colossal sight of the wall ; breath gone from small lungs as it's shadow casts over them, swallowing daylight in a permanent dusk.
there are wildlings on the wrong side of the wall ! word travels quickly across the castle, burning through the halls like wildfire, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 until eventually reaching the ears of the one who might save the boy, woman, and beast from the crows intentions.
surrounded by the quickly growing number of men flooding down from the castle steps, a circle they have made has formed around the child, woman, and wolf. unable to approach and attack thanks to shaggydog's snapping jaws, they are held at a stalemate ; 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝? the beast, or the men?
rickon stares at the jeering faces, tucked into osha's side– a head of copper hair peaking out from under her arm as the jaded wolf continues to defend them ; his eyes catching- no- drawn to- greys that reminded him of someone else! that remind him of a father who's head still rolled in rickon's dreams, coming only to stop at the boy's feet whenst he 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎.
