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“ i don’t know, i can’t say i’ve ever seen a beast like that. “ his eyes scan the fallen body, daring to poke it with his foot. the fact that it didn’t disappear into a cloud of golden dust only means that it does not belong in tartarus, but where it came from remains a mystery. “ it’s dead, who fucking cares. “ / @wiingedwolf
“ it looks like some sort of monster. “ dev’s prodding gives him the confidence to crouch by the body , a curious hand going to give it a gentle shove , as though trying to wake it. ” how do you think it was killed? and by what? ”
like this for some plotting !
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guess who finally has older icons and can actually write post canon things ! in honor of that and in honor of me still being bitter about the show like this for a kitn bran starter ! ( might come at you for plotting ! )
theeldestsun .
“ Jon is meeting with several Northern lords in his solar,” Doran explained, “ I will tell him that you are awake. Lady Meera was with the Queen and Princess Shireen this morning, though I am not sure where she may be right now. Her own chambers, I suppose,”
He then smiled kindly, as he moved the pillows under Bran’s head to help him sit up comfortably, “ And I am Doran Martell, the First Steward here at Castle Black and a friend to your brother. I apologise, I realise that your fever must have made it difficult to remember me. I was tasked with caring for you – as we no longer have a maester with us. I am relieved at least to see that I have not failed,”
“ Here,” he held the bowl of hot soup in one hand, and a spoon with the other, “ The fever had taken so much meat from you, and you barely had any when you arrived,”
‘ doran martell –– i remember . ‘ he remembered the wall looming over them , him and meera . so tall and concrete , an object never to be moved or passed through . and yet they did pass through , for the second time in their lives , coming back to the world he had grown up in , far away from the cave and the children and the magic .
he remembers the warmth slowly reentering his frozen body , creeping up his fingers and toes and thawing him from outside in . he remembers hands , warm and gentle , wiping at his forehead and spooning soup past his chapped lips . but that had all felt like part of his fever dream , a woven tapestry of scenes from different ages and different lands flickering just past his lids .
‘ thank you . ‘ he opens his mouth for soup , though the thanks wasn’t just for that . it was for all the care in the time before , too . the time spent tending to the needs of a boy half dead , a boy who had seen too much . he tries to conjure up a smile , though his face feels as though it’s still half frozen .
veracitic .
° . · BRAN STARK. ” // @wiingedwolf
“ BRAN… bran is a weird nickname… how come people don’t just call you BRANDON ? ”
‘ there’s half a million brandons in my family , but i’m one of the only brans . besides , it’s what they’ve always called me . ‘
tullybraid .
‘ when you fall from that ledge do not expect me to coddle you. ’ / @wiingedwolf
‘ i won’t fall , aunt lysa ! i’ve done this half a million times and i’ve never fallen before , i won’t fall this time . ‘
discord : kaitlyn#6238 skype : brandonthebroken
‘ i’m not ready for this . ‘ he’s curled in bed , a fire GLOWING in the hearth and a look of utter panic overtaking his features . he was too YOUNG , too inexperienced . sure , he had helped to retake WINTERFELL , but what were men compared to the MONSTERS they were to face ? can a man be brave if he’s AFRAID ? that is the only time a man can be brave , but he CERTAINLY didn’t feel brave now.
@nihtwulf ! [ sc ]
FEAR IS FOR THE WINTER , my little lord , when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north . fear is for the long night , when the sun hides its face for years at a time , and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry , and the white walkers move through the woods.
just a reminder to all of show show - based blogs that follow me that bran’s powers are slightly different in my interpretation than they are in the show , and as of his current levels of training bran’s powers are as follows :
warging : being able to take over summer’s body for stretches at a time
skinchanging : being able to take over the bodies of other creatures , including humans
choosing what he’d like to see of the past and the future through the eyes of the weirwood trees ( not through his own eyes )
seeing whatever of the past and future that his greendreams wish to show him ( less straightforward than seeing what he wishes through the trees )
MAKE MY MUSE SMILE.
go ahead! send something silly! or perhaps, even sweet? anything that you think might make my muse grow a silly grin, go ahead and send it! it can absolutely ANYTHING!
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anyways , just a quick reminder that i do not follow show canon and bran will not interact with your muse the way bran has been interacting with people so far this season .
ircnbcrn .
it’s a STRANGE thing to look into the eyes of the boy – who is now almost a man – whose murder was the justification for a brother’s DEATH years ago. war could be a convoluted thing, tangled & lacking a clear winner. looking backward at the early stages of it was almost HORRIBLE in its own way : when you could see the way the pieces would land, you could see what decisions you would change if you could. but asha could change nothing now. theon was long DEAD, & the winter war had finally quieted. spring breaking over westeros again, & asha greyjoy travelled north with it to meet with the STARKS – what remained of them. including & perhaps especially bran, who had yielded winterfell to her brother years ago. it’s a STRANGE thing, but asha must say what she came to despite the old sorrow she feels in her heart.
’ i was PLEASED when you agreed to see me, lord stark. i can’t imagine the kraken in your home is a welcome sight for you, even after all these years. ‘
@wiingedwolf· || S.C.
‘ it was a different kraken , and that time has passed . ‘ to say he had forgiven theon would be a lie ( old wounds still left scars , after all ) but any resentment had been buried with him . it was ramsay bolton who had burned winterfell , after all . ramsay bolton who had left his home a graveyard . ramsay who had taken theon and turned him into a ghost of his former self , a shell that bran couldn’t bring himself to hate , who he may have even wanted to help . ‘ i welcome you to winterfell , asha greyjoy . ‘