Jan 23, 2019
jumps into arms, “NOTICE ME BROTHER.” ❤️😭
catches & twirls around
‘ my favorite ball of sap! ‘
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jumps into arms, “NOTICE ME BROTHER.” ❤️😭
catches & twirls around
‘ my favorite ball of sap! ‘
The snow had blanketed the ground more quickly than Jaime anticipated on his journey north. The horrid weather hindered him, his horse managing to survive longer than he’s assumed yet less time than he’d hoped. The rest of the march he made alone on foot, an army of one on his way to honor their promise.
Not half a day from Winterfell left to travel, Jaime found himself spotted and unfortunately recognized by a small group of men. Hunting to stock winter stores before the cold truly grasped the landscape, if the Lannister had to guess. They gave him no chance to explain his presence, alone without an army. Whatever he might claim, why would a word he said matter to them? The blonde made no move to fight them. After all, arriving in Winterfell having potentially murdered their own would certainly not benefit him.
Eventually two of their party departed to Winterfell with Jaime under their watch. The hunt had been going well, and they need not all bring him. What might he do without his hand--they had taken it, which was unnecessary in his opinion--or sword? They needed no more than two. While not the least ideal situation, Jaime had not intended to arrive of anyone else’s volition. Thankfully, not enough time passed as their prisoner to truly be mistreated beyond mocking.
On the way, Jaime’s mind lingered upon Cersei as it had since he departed King’s Landing. Perhaps he never should have left? Did they know what he’d done to their boy? Had Catelyn ever relayed that information before her and Robb’s passing? It vaguely amused him rather than troubled him that he might just have condemned himself to death in deciding to honor his word. The realm certainly never would have expected that.
Would he see Brienne again? Perhaps it would be better not to come in contact, if the circumstances remained how they were or worsened.
As they passed through the gates of Winterfell, someone’s voice rang out into the unforgiving wind despite the intense chill, “They have the Kingslayer!” His shoulders slumped lightly, but he offered no further reaction.
Why had he come? Why in the Seven Hells had he come?
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But the turnip was not satisfied, and sought revenge. One night when the moon shone high, the tiny red veggie bounced across the Sellsword’s windowsill and took off with his one and only precious gold nugget. But... when Bronn woke up, it had all been a bad dream.
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asleep safe in dorne, bronn enjoys his new luxurious life – and all it took was to tell arianna martell that SHE is the most beautiful woman in the world. who knew that would be the key to his eternal happiness. (we’ll see.) on this very night, bronn sleeps chaotically, plagued by nightmares of turnips and –
he gasps loudly and jerks up, reaching for the gold chain around his neck. no, his lucky charm, the nugget, still is in its rightful place… close to his empty heart. “fucking hell,” bronn says to himself, shaking his head. “i’ve got to stop doing shrooms before bed.”
smash or pass... the woman who is not my mother
“That could be almost anyone.”
as your elder brother i forbid you to smash, but permit you to pass.
SMASH OR PASS - Jon Sn- Wait a minute
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 ! rage it’s brother, who like flowers, blossomed in the gaps between his ribs. yet as the boy’s fingers twine in white fur, the beast having found rickon before the man had, he feels that fear and rage collected over years of heartache, dissipate. whisked away by the eerily familiar red gaze that found a home staring into rickon’s blues, it was as if he could not hold onto it. no matter how hard he tried, it escaped him. an overwhelming nostalgia beginning to gnaw at the back of the boy’s mind, bloody and ravenous as if desperate to unlock parts of the boy that which he had long since sealed away himself.
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LOOK AT THESE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!!!!! IM GONNA RESPOD TO EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU PEOPLE!!! IN ORDER OF SENDING!! BUT AAHHHHHH THIS LOVE IS KILLING ME!!
@watchre: i'm a snow, do i count?
no, but i still don’t trust ned stark wouldn’t put a bounty on my head if i corrupted any of his children.