MUMMER'S MONKEY.

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             eyes widened, hand flying towards his mouth to hide the surprised ‘o’ it had turned into.   out of all the things he’d expected to happen in a SUNDAY NIGHTS, this was sure not one of them.            [ text; unknown. ]      so. do you usually send these things to complete strangers, or am I just that special?

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Pyp had stabbed a turnip with his knife. “The night is dark and full of turnips,” he announced in a solemn voice. “Let us all pray for venison, my children, with some onions and a bit of tasty gravy.

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he hadn’t expected this. robb understands the terms of the wall; every man is stripped of his natural status and made equal, stra- ngers to brothers, boys to men. he’s already earned his manhood through trial and bloodshed. the wounds are scars knotted in his flesh. maybe they can still see the blood. even so, despite retaining the strength of some great beast (feathered with hunters bolts and narrowly avoiding death), he’d expected nothing but indifference. 

it’s respect he notes here. jon had indicated a few of his close friends already–his brothers, pypar and grenn and samwell and satin and edd. you’re still the king in the north to the north- ern boys, and even some of the southern boys, he’d told him, squeezing his shoulder blade. 

grey wind is hunting. 

the cold rushes from between his teeth in white huffs. he tastes blood.  ‘ ‘lo. ‘ he nods in greeting. pyp’s a joker, but i would die for him. maybe robb will come to feel the same. 

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                ‘ hullo. ‘      arms crossed over his painfully scrawny chest, and he Pypar leaned against the closest available thing, a table that had seen better days ), face twisted into something resembling a small SMILE.    he caught himself realizing that he had not been nearly this kind to Jon the first time they met ( which felt like a lifetime ago ) and guilt made his stomach turn.             the man recently made his BROTHER did not look to be older than him, but it was evident he’d seen more things than Pyp had.      raised mostly in the south, the former mummers boy had known little of cold before he came to the wall.  for the northerners taking the black had not come with such an extreme change in temperature  ( despite that, Pyp understood that none of them would like to dance around in their underwear any more than he would ) & he had to admit he envied that.   during the first few weeks, the cold had been all he would think about.  the training never quite managed to keep his EARS warm enough.            squinting, Pypar looked up. the wall towered above them and watched their every step ( something you got used to after a while ) and thick layers of CLOUD separated them from full light.             ‘ would y’ look at that. the sun’s almost out.   better watch it, soon ‘nough the wall is going to start melting all over our sorry selves. ‘

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@steelunderneath.

            PYP had been in the presence of nobility before. of course he had, he’d been a mummer. he had preformed for then numerous of times, though they usually were from lesser houses.    Jon had told them stories about his life before the wall, and from the descriptions offered Pypar was certain he could have recognized any of them without knowing who they were. Luckily that wasn’t necessary; everybody knew Sansa Stark was visiting the wall.             he could not pride himself in being a man with a closely guarded tongue and chivalrous manners of ANY kind      ( & yet, he was miles better than most of his brothers in the NIGHTS WATCH )      and he had gotten very little practice when it came to how you treated ladies lately.     still, an awkward bow was offered and a soft  ‘ lady Stark. ‘  was muttered from between thin & freezing lips

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@sulliedwolf.

            upon spotting the other,  Pypar bowed his head for a second. perhaps it was out or respect, perhaps sympathy, perhaps something else entirely. he was not quite sure of the reason, but doing it felt RIGHT.    although the new recruit used to be king in the north  ( word travels fast in castle black, and ROBB STARK was truly the man of the hour )  he would soon be nothing but a crow like the rest of them.              Pyp thought that maybe he should say something, make the other feel more at home. he decided against it, however, when he realized he had nothing GOOD to say. usually he’d be really skilled at finding the right words, the right JOKES, to make the cold go away for a little while.  not this time. 

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-stands here awkwardly- so hi. erm. I’m new to the fandom and I’m scared shitless and it would be amazing if I got some starters sent my way? or you could LIKE this and I’ll try my best to write you one but haha.

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-stands here awkwardly- so hi. erm. I’m new to the fandom and I’m scared shitless and it would be amazing if I got some starters sent my way? or you could LIKE this and I’ll try my best to write you one but haha.

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Pyp had stabbed a turnip with his knife. "The night is dark and full of turnips," he announced in a solemn voice. "Let us all pray for venison, my children, with some onions and a bit of tasty gravy.

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