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H I A T U S

sorry sorry I should’ve said this sooner but yeah, work with uni has gotten pretty tough and it’s been getting difficult so I sort of took a hiatus and thought I should probably mention it so yeah sorry :(

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king and lionheart // of monsters and men

and in the sea that’s painted black creatures lurk below the deck but you’re a king and i’m a lionheart

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For a moment still Bran remained slightly trapped in a trance somewhere between being awake and not. As he was pulled into the hug he did not move, allowing his arms to stay limp at his sides as if he had no use of them. "Edwyle......" His brother. "Edwyle." It was the only thing he could manage to say, the only thing he wanted to see. His brother, his reflection of himself in every single way.

As the sudden rush of somehow weak excitement hit him, the Stark moved to get out of bed but nothing happened. So he tried again, once more finding it resulting in nothing. Why would his legs not move? "Edwyle-" This time the name was uttered in a more alert fashion, more panicked- worried and confused. His legs would not move..

A dull ache began in the middle of Edwyle’s forehead and he quickly dropped his twin’s hand. This wasn’t just a normal thing This was something. Finally something. Finally. He reached up and gently touched his forehead, looking down at his brother laying on the bed before him. He didn’t understand. How could be be feeling this when nothing was happening to his brother? It worried him. What if he was dying? What if that was why his head was aching like that? He didn’t want him to die. He had to stay here. He couldn’t leave him here all alone. 

He almost didn’t notice. He had curled himself up into a ball, holding on tightly to his twin’s hand and he almost didn’t notice. His eyes were open. For the first time in what seemed like forever his brother’s eyes were open. “Bran!” He said, dropping his brother’s hand and pulling him into a tight hug. He should be more careful, his brother had fallen and was fragile now, but he had just been too worried. “You’re awake. Finally. You’re awake.”

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The sky was a dull grey, unmoving as it had been ever since he had fallen into his slumber. He had not stopped, constantly caught in that moment, wondering at his young age if death would be a mercy. Anything to stop this falling. To stop the bird mocking him, telling him to fly. He was no bird - he was a boy, and boys did not fly. "Stop it! Stop!" He cried out, finally sick of the raven and his endless talk of flight. But the bird just peered at him, cocking its head to the side curiously in wonder at his never ending fall. Until it flew to him, and began pecking at his head.

                                     Pecking.

                                                                    Pecking.

                                                                                                    Pecking.  

Like a helpless child he began to cry out. For his mother, his father, his siblings. Everyone - anyone. Crying, struggling, all the while the bird kept pecking away endlessly for reasons the Stark did not quite understand. Until moments later, when the pecking ended abruptly and without warning.

The grey sky was gone, replaced by a familiar stone ceiling. A familiar smell - home. A familiar feeling - a w a k e.

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{  lordoftheneck  }

They had trailed through the wood. Back and forth, leaving whatever possible scent they could in the opposite direction of their intended tracks, finishing off by wandering through the river, leading their trail cold. When finally it was his turn to leave, the little Lord gave a long sigh, unable to take his eyes from the walls of his home as the Iron Islanders guarded it as their own. Not a home to them, but a trophy. His beloved castle walls little more than a prize in an attempt to win favour with Balon Greyjoy. But he would not be a prize.

No, he would not be taken so easily.

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like for a starter or like this post for a starter on Sansa

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"Y- your brother is like.... me?"

"I'm broken... my family are dead, branded traitors."

”my brother who still lives in highgarden has the full use of only one leg. bran you may never be a knight like you want but for in your familys eyes you are, brave and strong”

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                                                   「 n a i v e young & ʙᴏʟᴅ 」

                                                  ♔ » α нeroιc ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ oғ ɢ o l d

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"No.. not strong.. they say I will never walk again. Never be a knight..."

" i was informed. im glad to see your okay though, since the accident. you are as strong as they say bran”

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"I don't really.... remember... I was climbing one day and I was told I fell."

” please, tell me more”

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Send me "I want to spend Christmas with you" for my muses reaction

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Sentence Starters { Protective Version }

"Watch out!"

"You could have been killed!"

"Run! Hurry up, go!"

"Save yourself, I’ll hold them back."

"Leave me here! Go! Hurry! I can handle it."

"I promise I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you."

"They better not have laid a damn finger on you or I’ll [insert threat]."

"I swear, if they so much as breathe next to you, I’ll knock them out.”

"I’m not leaving you here!"

"And let you get yourself killed?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

"I don’t trust him/her. They seem off."

"I’m saying this for your own good!"

"Don’t worry. I’ll protect you."

"I don’t want to lose you! You’re all I have left!"

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and you underestimated me. your mistake.

the truest story in six words (via jaclcfrost)

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Send me a ϟ

I will generate a number 1-35 to see what my muse will say to yours. Mix of angst, fluff, flirty, funny, etc.

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