#vargher

brandon  scrutinizes  the  map  laid  before  him,  doing  his  best  to  recall  what  robb  had  already  taught  him.  it  perhaps  would  have  been  simpler  if  he  had  some  experience  with  the  characters  before,   but  at  this  point  he  was  closer  to  simply  memorizing  what  certain  lines  together  meant,  more  than  he  was  at  understanding  how  to  read  them.  his  nose  scrunches  up,  reminiscent  of  a  displeased  child.   '  s’not  really  my  skill  set,  ’  he  reminds  robb,  glancing  over  his  shoulder  at  the  other.  he  had  not  done  something   new  in  quite  some  time.   '  i  know  you’ve  got  plans  that  aren’t  on  t’maps.  ’

BEWITCHED “Diabolical Desecration”, LP 1996 (Unholy Heavy Witching Black/Speed fuckin’ METAL hellcult right in posers’ face... Hard as Steel, Hot as Hell !)

“Bestial powers straight from Hell A Mayhemic orgy sound We're all under an Infernal spell Let's bury the posers in the ground Tonight We'll set the Spirit free The Holocaust is near Black-winged Demons is all you'll see And the sound of Death you'll hear The sign of Hell We bear The oath of Black We swear We're the Legions of the Dark We're blessed with Satan's mark So don't you mess with Us ! We're Hard as Steel - Hot as Hell Hard as Steel - Hot as Hell We're the Masters, you're the slaves Stay out of our lair Because if you enter, no need for graves You better die, We'll never care ...You're skin We'll wear...”

Throne Of Ahaz

1997

Bewitched

1996

margaery knew this event would be large, lord’s and lady’s from all of the minor and major houses — knew that sansa’s kin would all be here from the north. apart from her father, of course, a tragic drama that still twisted her heart though she would not let it show. she knew not to let it show. still, she could not imagine the position the other was in. all of that to say that, even though she was aware that his kin would be here, there is still surprise to find lord robb stark — or king robb as the north called him — in attendance. 

he is touched with death and war, she can see it. she’d seen it on the knight’s who had come back from robert’s rebellion, almost a walking corpse in some moments — dead behind the eyes, yet seeing the horrors that had come to pass. she had tried to be light for them, as she will try to be light now.

already they dress me like a crow, ned thought as he walked towards robb’s camp. his contingent of lannister guards followed behind him, more like neutered pups than lions. when he saw his son, he embraced him, that hug holding more than his words ever could.

“gods, my boy has become a man. i heard of your victory against tywin lannister. that was bold.”

he is too young. gods, he is too young to be ruling in my stead. and yet, ned had only been a few years older when he’d gone to war at robert’s behest. he was angry. angry that lyanna had gone. angry that his father and brother were gone. angry. angry and young. he hoped robb would never be that.

gods only knew the consequences of that.

Bewitched

1996