asoiaf book moments that give me heart disease 11
Monday, 29 March 2021 23:03 Somehow he was back at Winterfell again, in the godswood looking down upon his father. Lord Eddard seemed much younger this time. His hair was brown, with no gray in it, his head bowed. "Let them grow up close as brothers, with only love between them," he prayed, "and let my lady wife find it in her heart to forgive..."
"Father." Bran's voice was a whisper in the wind, a rustle in the leaves. "Father, it's me. Bran. Brandon."
Eddard Stark lifted his head and looked long at the weirwood, frowning, but he did not speak.
With their black hoods and their thick black cowls, the six might have been carved from shadow. Their voices rose together, small against the vastness of the night. "Night gathers, and now my watch begins," they said, as thousands had said before them. Satin's voice was sweet as song, Horse's hoarse and halting, Arron's a nervous squeak. "It shall not end until my death." May those deaths be long in coming. Jon sank to one knee in the snow.
"I am not blind, nor deaf. I know that you all believe me weak, frightened, feeble. Your father knew me better. Oberyn was ever the viper. Deadly, dangerous, unpredictable. No man dared tread on him. I was the grass. Pleasant, complaisant, sweet-smelling, swaying with every breeze. Who fears to walk upon the grass? But it is the grass that hides the vipers from his enemies and shelters him until he strikes. You father and I worked more closely than you know."
"Tell Tormund what I've said."
"He may not heed your words, but he will hear them." Val kissed him lightly on the cheek. "You have my thanks, Lord Snow. For the half-blind horse, the salt cod, the free air. For hope."
Their breath mingled, a white mist in the air. Jon snow drew back and said, "The only thanks I want is–"
"–Tormund Giantsbane. Aye." Val pulled up the hood of her bearskin.
Theon heard himself say, "My lady, why do you hate the Starks?"
She studied him. "For the same reason you love them."
Theon stumbled. "Love them? I never...I took this castle from them, my lady. I had...I had Bran and Rickon put to death, mounted heir heads on spikes. I..."
"...rode south with Robb Stark, fought beside him in the Whispering Wood and Riverrun, returned to the Iron Islands as his envoy to treat with you own father. I had my eyes and ears in that host. I know who you are. I know what you are. Now answer my question. Why do you love the Starks?"
"I..." Theon put a gloved hand against a pillar. "I wanted to be one of them..."
"And never could."
"This march was madness. More dying every day, and for what? Some girl?"
"Ned's girl," said Morgan Liddle.
"It is not pretty."
"Good." She had never cared if she was pretty, not even when she was Arya Stark. Only her father had ever called her that. Him, and Jon Snow.
That brought the ghost of a smile to her lips. "I was not sure you would remember."
"You came to Winterfell with your father." The father Robb beheaded. "I don't recall what for."
She blushed. "So I could meet your brother. Oh, there was some other pretext, but that was the real reason. I was almost of an age with Robb, and my father thought we might make a match. There was a feast. I danced with you and your bother both. He was very courteous and said that I danced beautifully. You were sullen. My father said that was to be expected of a bastard."
"I remember." It was only half a lie.
"You're still a little sullen," the girl said. "But I will forgive you if you will save me from my uncle."
Jon turned to Alys Karstark. "My lady. Are you ready?"
"Yes. Oh yes."
"You're not scared?"
The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. "Let him be scared of me." The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. She was flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled.
"Winter's lady." Jon squeezed her hand.
"Every time we have a wedding, my lady."
"You could dance with me, you know. It would be only courteous. You danced with me anon."
"Anon?" teased Jon.
"When we were children." She tore off a bit of bread and threw it at him. "As you know well."
"My lady should dance with her husband."
"My Magnar is not one for dancing, I fear."
Tormund's grip was bone crushing. That much had not changed about him. The beard was the same as well, though the face under that thicket of white hair had thinned considerably, and there were deep lines graven in those ruddy cheeks. "Mance should have killed you when he had the chance," he said as he did his best to turn Jon's hand to pulp and bone. "Gold for gruel, and boys...a cruel price. Whatever happened to that sweet lad I knew?"
They made him Lord Commander.
"I know what I swore." Jon said the words. "I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. Were those the same words you said when you took your vows?"
"They were. As the lord commander knows."
"Are you certain that I have not forgotten some? The ones about the king and his laws, and how we must defend every foot of his land and cling to each ruined castle? How does that part go?" Jon waited for an answer. None came. "I am the shield that guards the realms of men. Those are the words. So tell me, my lord – what are these wildlings, if not men?"
When Jon Connington stepped out onto the high battlements, the view was just as intoxicating as he remembered: the crag with its wind carved rocks and jagged spires, the sea below growling and worrying at the foot of the castle like some restless beast, endless leagues of sky and cloud, the wood with its autumnal colors. "Your father's lands are beautiful," prince Rhaegar had said, standing right where Jon was standing now. And the boy he'd been had replied, "One day they will all be mine."
And Robb. Robb who had been more a brother to Theon than any son born of Balon Greyjoy. Murdered at the Red Wedding, butchered by the Freys. I should have been with him. Where was I? I should have died with him.
"Father." Bran's voice was a whisper in the wind, a rustle in the leaves. "Father, it's me. Bran. Brandon."
Eddard Stark lifted his head and looked long at the weirwood, frowning, but he did not speak.
(adwd 504)
so many things happening at once...bran using his greenseeing abilities for the first time, ned talking about jon and robb when they were just born, and vague old god shit getting set up....i dont know why but ned looking at the weirdwood tree bran is seeing him through across time and space makes me need to die in a drainage ditch on the side of the highway so bad
With their black hoods and their thick black cowls, the six might have been carved from shadow. Their voices rose together, small against the vastness of the night. "Night gathers, and now my watch begins," they said, as thousands had said before them. Satin's voice was sweet as song, Horse's hoarse and halting, Arron's a nervous squeak. "It shall not end until my death." May those deaths be long in coming. Jon sank to one knee in the snow.
(adwd 514)
as always night's watch and old gods shit is so righteous. i just get emotional leave me alone!!!!!!
"I am not blind, nor deaf. I know that you all believe me weak, frightened, feeble. Your father knew me better. Oberyn was ever the viper. Deadly, dangerous, unpredictable. No man dared tread on him. I was the grass. Pleasant, complaisant, sweet-smelling, swaying with every breeze. Who fears to walk upon the grass? But it is the grass that hides the vipers from his enemies and shelters him until he strikes. You father and I worked more closely than you know."
(adwd 561)
i love you prince doran i think grass is cool...
"Tell Tormund what I've said."
"He may not heed your words, but he will hear them." Val kissed him lightly on the cheek. "You have my thanks, Lord Snow. For the half-blind horse, the salt cod, the free air. For hope."
Their breath mingled, a white mist in the air. Jon snow drew back and said, "The only thanks I want is–"
"–Tormund Giantsbane. Aye." Val pulled up the hood of her bearskin.
(adwd 566)
first of all, i love val so much, second of all, jonval trutherism is fun (TO ME), and third of all, jon being a celibate loser every time a woman comes onto him even a little is so hilarious. aside from my shitposting thoughts there is something very fun and cool about jon trusting val to do this extremely important part of his plan, especially against stannis' wishes.
Theon heard himself say, "My lady, why do you hate the Starks?"
She studied him. "For the same reason you love them."
Theon stumbled. "Love them? I never...I took this castle from them, my lady. I had...I had Bran and Rickon put to death, mounted heir heads on spikes. I..."
"...rode south with Robb Stark, fought beside him in the Whispering Wood and Riverrun, returned to the Iron Islands as his envoy to treat with you own father. I had my eyes and ears in that host. I know who you are. I know what you are. Now answer my question. Why do you love the Starks?"
"I..." Theon put a gloved hand against a pillar. "I wanted to be one of them..."
"And never could."
(adwd 599)
PAIN. PAIN. PAIN. theon in adwd is sooo....my boy. the stark love/haterism is so fabulous. i've been thinking about theon's outsider status in the stark family as a parallel to jon's lately...ok now im the pressed.
"This march was madness. More dying every day, and for what? Some girl?"
"Ned's girl," said Morgan Liddle.
(adwd 615)
yes im starkfucker3000 and what about it. like its my fault???? the northmen going through all that shit on the march and with stannis just for ned stark's daughter (who turns out to not actually be arya) is sooooooo. KMS I LIKE THE NORTH
"It is not pretty."
"Good." She had never cared if she was pretty, not even when she was Arya Stark. Only her father had ever called her that. Him, and Jon Snow.
(adwd 657)
jon and arya sibling relationship literally makes me die its so sweet....jon and arya both having The Stark Look and jon being the only person besides ned (the original stark in question) to say arya is pretty I CANT TAKE IT I CANT GO ON
Jon was staring. I know this girl. There was something about her eyes, the way she held herself, the way she talked. For a moment the memory eluded him. Then it came. "Alys Karstark."That brought the ghost of a smile to her lips. "I was not sure you would remember."
"You came to Winterfell with your father." The father Robb beheaded. "I don't recall what for."
She blushed. "So I could meet your brother. Oh, there was some other pretext, but that was the real reason. I was almost of an age with Robb, and my father thought we might make a match. There was a feast. I danced with you and your bother both. He was very courteous and said that I danced beautifully. You were sullen. My father said that was to be expected of a bastard."
"I remember." It was only half a lie.
"You're still a little sullen," the girl said. "But I will forgive you if you will save me from my uncle."
(adwd 646)
alys karstark scene stealer, show stopping, stunning, effervescent....also of course i instantly became jon/alys truther for kicks. i dont even know what to say. alys coming all the way to the wall on the small hope that jon might remember her and be willing to help her...the vague implication that she complained about jon to her father...jon being sullen in general...<3 its good.
Jon turned to Alys Karstark. "My lady. Are you ready?"
"Yes. Oh yes."
"You're not scared?"
The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. "Let him be scared of me." The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. She was flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled.
"Winter's lady." Jon squeezed her hand.
(adwd 710)
my jon snow brainrot is so bad that he will literally be giving someone away at their wedding and i'll be like this is so romantic for them. also my tweet about how jon snow doesnt know how to care about someone he'll just notice snow melting on them and call it a day exhibit 5
"Do you dance often at Castle Black?""Every time we have a wedding, my lady."
"You could dance with me, you know. It would be only courteous. You danced with me anon."
"Anon?" teased Jon.
"When we were children." She tore off a bit of bread and threw it at him. "As you know well."
"My lady should dance with her husband."
"My Magnar is not one for dancing, I fear."
(adwd 718)
alys flirting with jon at her own wedding i cannnntttt. jon entertaining it for 5 seconds before being like fuck i swore a virginal oath to a tree
Tormund's grip was bone crushing. That much had not changed about him. The beard was the same as well, though the face under that thicket of white hair had thinned considerably, and there were deep lines graven in those ruddy cheeks. "Mance should have killed you when he had the chance," he said as he did his best to turn Jon's hand to pulp and bone. "Gold for gruel, and boys...a cruel price. Whatever happened to that sweet lad I knew?"
They made him Lord Commander.
(adwd 768)
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THAT SWEEET BOY I KNEW?
"I know what I swore." Jon said the words. "I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. Were those the same words you said when you took your vows?"
"They were. As the lord commander knows."
"Are you certain that I have not forgotten some? The ones about the king and his laws, and how we must defend every foot of his land and cling to each ruined castle? How does that part go?" Jon waited for an answer. None came. "I am the shield that guards the realms of men. Those are the words. So tell me, my lord – what are these wildlings, if not men?"
(adwd 784)
Jon Has A Leftist Moment At The Wall...omg he's really just trapped in a polisci class with a bunch of conservatives its so sad. i love when jon is a bitch. sorry this is basically just a jonsnowpost at this point
When Jon Connington stepped out onto the high battlements, the view was just as intoxicating as he remembered: the crag with its wind carved rocks and jagged spires, the sea below growling and worrying at the foot of the castle like some restless beast, endless leagues of sky and cloud, the wood with its autumnal colors. "Your father's lands are beautiful," prince Rhaegar had said, standing right where Jon was standing now. And the boy he'd been had replied, "One day they will all be mine."
(adwd 879)
so weird to finally get the POV of someone who actually knew rhaegar...also joncon your gay
And Robb. Robb who had been more a brother to Theon than any son born of Balon Greyjoy. Murdered at the Red Wedding, butchered by the Freys. I should have been with him. Where was I? I should have died with him.
(adwd 746)
GODDDDDDDDD