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How's it going man?

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                                              i’ll be the blood                                            if you be the bones [                      and I run from wolves                                                           breathing heavily at my feet                      and I run from wolves                                                          tearing into me without teeth                                        ]

Saying goodbye was the hardest part, even harder than confessing to a crime he did not commit. With both his dignity and his unrivaled honor on the line, the once Lord of Winterfell, Eddard Stark, felt the sharpest of pangs in his heart at the thought of leaving his girls defenseless in King’s Landing. They were to be married off, Varys told him without any real assurance of their safety or well-being. Good marriages, which was also a mercy considering their father would forever be branded as a traitor to the crown. Upon learning of his imprisonment in King’s Landing, Robb had rallied the North to free him but he had to lay his banners down when news arrived that Ned had taken the black. It is a mercy, they bellowed. It is fair and just even though he’d discovered the queen’s treason and confronted her with the evidence.

There is one small comfort in living out his days as a brother of the Night’s Watch. There is Benjen who is now a different kind of brother to him since they’ve both come to the Wall. There is Jon, the boy he’s called son ever since he’d brought him through the gates of Winterfell and into his home. Catelyn never warmed to the boy, though Ned couldn’t ask it of her either. However, he would constantly defend him -- and rightfully so. Jon is just a child. Why hate him for the sin that she believed her husband had committed? But Jon is child no more, and Ned knows that Catelyn has far more terrible things to be angry about other than the parentage of a boy he’s called son. He shuddered to think of what she would do once news reaches her of his arrival in Castle Black -- or maybe that’s just the deep, biting cold that’s gotten under his woolens on this bleak and dismal morning.

“It had to be done,” he says, dismissively. He reaches for a heel of black bread from the middle of the table then puts it on the plate before him. It’s too early to talk about what had happened that day in the square, too early even for the cooks since it’s barely time for breakfast. He butters his bread without looking across the table at Jon for fear of his son discovering the truth. Ned is angry, more than anything. Angry that he’d allowed them to murder Robert in cold blood. “It could’ve been worse. I thought it would’ve been.”

    -when the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.

“This book,” Leo begins, agitated, “is the only thing that stands between us and them. It is knowledge and it is power. But you’re right.” He picks up the book, its weight the heaviest burden he’s had to endure. Coming here to the Wall might have been the greatest mistake he’s ever made because it deliberately brought the book into the light, but he can fix it. He can fix anything, and if nobody can read from it then that means it has fallen into his hands to find a way. Now, he understands what Al Rahim was talking about, all that nonsense about finding his purpose in the world and adhering to fate. Leo wonders if Jon knows his purpose, too. The pages are obscured by design, some of them disappearing entirely to reveal a blank piece of paper yet Jon can read from it. It’s not disheartening; Leo’s curious over what it could mean, who Jon really is, what his role is in accordance with the Book of Leaves. “Between death and the cold, we’ve nothing left to lose,” he says, hastily, realizing that he’s not a part of the Night’s Watch. “Or you. I mean, you’ve nothing left to lose, brother of the Night’s Watch and all. The Book doesn’t tell me who to trust but you can read from it and I’m just trying to understand why.”

 “i’m confused to what to call you. is it stargaryen now?”

Injury Meme

“I don’t know, you’re staring at it enough already.”

She hadn’t meant to collapse into the chair in his office. Actually she’d made the wrong turn, assuming it was her own—but by the time she recognized Oh, he’s sitting at his own desk, not at mine, she was already planting herself into the chair opposite him.

Admittedly, the wound was nasty and probably not pleasing to be around. Molly doubted he’d appreciate knowing it had been worse only an hour before.