‘ rise up. you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more. ’
soft feels with the boys @killthebxy
edd’s hunched over his bed in pain again. his will is broken. his heart is broken. how many of their men can he trust? he’s on his elbows, forehead pressed against the soft bearskin blanket. there are small comforts are the wall, but he cannot enjoy them. his back burns and aches, and his chest has been tight since it’s settled. since their return. only two of them left. so many dead. who died on the journey home. who was tortured to death by karl. the SCREAMS, the agony. lord mormont’s body being disrespected and disgraced. his guilt… he could save no one. he was not a protector of the realm.
he cries. edd is not a crier, and yet he sobs against the bed. he’s spent a lot of his time back alone. grenn checks in on him; bless him, he does not feel as consumed by it as edd does.
edd doesn’t hear the door open, nor is he aware of jon’s presence until he feels the hand on his shoulder. the steward tenses and turns to him when he hears those words… oh. his eyes burn with more tears, and edd throws his arms around jon. “thank you,” he whispers, hugging him close, crying into his leathers. “thank you.”
maybe this time tomorrow will be better.