#wclfwild

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I'm here for Jon approaching Rickon the same as he has everyone else. Earning his respect rather than expecting it. Over time, through actions and tolerance in the face of Rickon's traumatised childish anger. Admiring Rickon for who he is and not fixating on who he isn't anymore. Jon being a Good Brother. Rickon gradually coming to trust in and love Jon. Jon going from the stranger he was told was his brother by Ramsay fucking Bolton to a man he *knows* in his heart is his brother. Here for it.

first of all, give me a second to pick up the pieces of the heart you just shamelessly shattered.

now.

assuming a show element here, Rickon will remind Jon of Olly, in a few things. both of them are still half-children, at the end of the day, and they both have seen/ lived through some really nasty things. and the time Jon has spent at Mance’s camp, and with Ygritte especially, taught him much about checking his own privilege and having a more open mind. whilst Donal Noye/ Tyrion Lannister/ Benjen Stark / maester Aemon taught him a whole big deal about empathy and walking in someone else’s shoes. 

so, of course he’s going to be frustrated at times. of course he’s gonna yell at Rickon and (try to) ground him and remind him that this is his family and that he’s not living amongst a heap of rocks anymore — no offense to Skagos because Skagos is A+. mainly because he loves Rickon as much as he did back in the day, and he wants him to grow up to be a proper man. 

but he’ll understand.

he’ll understand why Rickon is the way he is now, and that his tantrums and actions are just his own defenses up and his own coping mechanisms. and he’ll try to work around them, and to help him understand that he can do it differently now. that he’s safe now. in a manner similar to what he did with Sansa.

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Jon had half of Winterfell out looking for the youngest Stark, concerned when he could not find Rickon in his room. They hadn’t been settled at Winterfell long, and understandably the lad was a little skittish from time to time. Davos had joined the search when it became apparent the lad wasn’t in his room, or in the Godswood, and the first place he went to look was the crypts, thinking of where his own sons would have hidden if they were alone and scared. Sure enough he found the lad at the end, his torch barely casting enough light for him to see the Stark boy by. 

“Are you alright lad? Are you hurt?” 

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Rickon telling Jon about unicorns because they're the only thing left that brings him joy right now. First time Jon sees Rickon genuinely smile is describing unicorns and what it was like to see one.

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          Jon is confused at first, because he was ever so certain that unicorns do not exist except for Old Nan’s tales — but then he hears Ygritte whispering in his ear: you know nothing, Jon Snow. and he recalls how he used to think exactly the same about giants and mammoths and the Others. and he assumes that, if his little brother is so enthusiastic about it, it must be true — and he’s happy that Rickon got to see them. that he still has something in his terrible life to remind him that not everything in this world is grim and cruel. and, even though he has no idea what a unicorn looks like in reality, he has a mason carving a little one out of wood and painting it, to offer to Rickon.

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                Groaning loudly as he cracked his neck, sleeping on the hard ground was all well and good until you actually wake up. Luckily for the ginger man, his horse didn’t run away during the night. He had nothing to tie the mare with. He couldn’t help but feel some sort of pity for the poor sod that left his horse out, but he needed her more than him at that particular moment. Pushing her into a steady trot, he thought they would make it to the Eyrie in no time. The brat lead stronghold was his best bet at this point. High garden was too close to kingslanding and winterfell was under the Bolton bastard. The eyrie was his only HOPE for a decent quiet life at this point.

               He couldn’t help but mull over his LOST house, it’s been years but it felt like it only happened days ago. The day his house fell. The tightness in his chest began to rise again, he HATED this feeling. This SUFFOCATING pressure that lead to bad memories. He preferred to be with others, or at least to have other noise to distract him. Sitting in SILENCE make him overthink. To his relief footsteps pulled him out of his guilt ridden daze.

               “ Oi, who the fuck is der? Yeh better get yer arse out here before I come lookin and I’m not in the mood for cat and mouse bullshit “

               To his surprise, he spotted what looked like a child. Couldn’t be older than 15. Brows raised. What was a boy this young being doing out here on his own, there isn’t a town for miles. Maybe he lives with his family so that means food. Good, he ran out of arrows awhile back. So hunting was out of the question. Turning the horse to its side to get a better looks at the boy. A scrawny little thing, covered in furs. Brown curls hung over his head, almost covering his brown eyes.

               “ So, what’s a lad like yeh doin’ around here? Yeh don’t look like much of the huntin’ type “

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rickon judgmentally leaning back in his chair and folding his arms with the eyebrow raise and everything “get a grip”

oh, sweet summer child, what do you know of this verse