For the restless, not the peaceful sleeping
tywinning:

“A little closer,” you whisper over the screams. “Just a little closer, brother.”  Swords always spoke to me louder than words. I never realized they speak with your voice.
Clack! Brandon! Brandon! Clack! Clack!                                                                    
I watched you from the edge of the godswood, Lyanna, regretting for once the new weight on my hip that meant I was too old for duels with broken branches. What you lacked in form you made up in relentless enthusiasm. I never crossed swords with you, not even wooden ones. I couldn’t have fought you anyway, not even with steel in our hands, perfectly countering each other’s thrusts.
I looked for you in the Barrowlands, riding the Rills alone. A wolf is not meant to be without a pack. I never saw a she-wolf in all my wandering there, never found another who bled winter, though not for lack of trying – a bloody sword is a beautiful thing. But they were all only women; I devoured them, until there was naught left but bones.
I never danced with you at the tourney. What if I saw the pain in your eyes over our respective marriages? Worse, what if I didn’t? I wasn’t sure. I did not know how you felt. I understand not the reasons behind what you did, nor what you didn’t. Only winter is certain.
I was never shy about taking what I wanted. But wild, old creatures like you were not meant to be taken. They have minds of their own, and must come of their own accord. For Rhaegar to take you…or so I believed…. I rode like an avalanche down on King’s Landing.
“A little closer,” you whisper over the screams. “Just a little closer, brother.” Swords always spoke to me louder than words. I never realized they speak with your voice.
Until now.
Is the shining steel that hangs at the tips of my fingers – so close the middle one brushes it, hard and sharp and cold – is it a blade? Or is it your soul I am finally so close to reaching, Lyanna? I do not know anymore. I only know I need it, more than anything I have ever needed in life.
“Just a little closer, Brandon.” Who is screaming, Lyanna? He sounds like someone I used to know. I need to reach you.
“Just a little closer, brother.” The swords will sing, North and South. You have the worst singing voice, sister, painful as a knife on glass, even to me.
“Just a little closer, love.” I do love you, Lyanna. I do. But I cannot. My shoulders ache. The snare bites into my neck. I am trapped, dying.
I never understood how you felt, until now.
I have reached you after all.
Brandon Stark | Ghosts of the Rebellion

tywinning:

“A little closer,” you whisper over the screams. “Just a little closer, brother.”  Swords always spoke to me louder than words. I never realized they speak with your voice.

Clack! Brandon! Brandon! Clack! Clack!                                                                   

I watched you from the edge of the godswood, Lyanna, regretting for once the new weight on my hip that meant I was too old for duels with broken branches. What you lacked in form you made up in relentless enthusiasm. I never crossed swords with you, not even wooden ones. I couldn’t have fought you anyway, not even with steel in our hands, perfectly countering each other’s thrusts.

I looked for you in the Barrowlands, riding the Rills alone. A wolf is not meant to be without a pack. I never saw a she-wolf in all my wandering there, never found another who bled winter, though not for lack of trying – a bloody sword is a beautiful thing. But they were all only women; I devoured them, until there was naught left but bones.

I never danced with you at the tourney. What if I saw the pain in your eyes over our respective marriages? Worse, what if I didn’t? I wasn’t sure. I did not know how you felt. I understand not the reasons behind what you did, nor what you didn’t. Only winter is certain.

I was never shy about taking what I wanted. But wild, old creatures like you were not meant to be taken. They have minds of their own, and must come of their own accord. For Rhaegar to take you…or so I believed…. I rode like an avalanche down on King’s Landing.

“A little closer,” you whisper over the screams. “Just a little closer, brother.” Swords always spoke to me louder than words. I never realized they speak with your voice.

Until now.

Is the shining steel that hangs at the tips of my fingers – so close the middle one brushes it, hard and sharp and cold – is it a blade? Or is it your soul I am finally so close to reaching, Lyanna? I do not know anymore. I only know I need it, more than anything I have ever needed in life.

“Just a little closer, Brandon.” Who is screaming, Lyanna? He sounds like someone I used to know. I need to reach you.

“Just a little closer, brother.” The swords will sing, North and South. You have the worst singing voice, sister, painful as a knife on glass, even to me.

“Just a little closer, love.” I do love you, Lyanna. I do. But I cannot. My shoulders ache. The snare bites into my neck. I am trapped, dying.

I never understood how you felt, until now.

I have reached you after all.

Brandon Stark | Ghosts of the Rebellion

Now two children danced across the godswood, hooting at one another as they dueled with broken branches. The girl was the older and taller of the two. Arya! Bran thought eagerly, as he watched her leap up onto a rock and cut at the boy. But that couldn’t be right. If the girl was Arya, the boy was Bran himself, and he had never worn his hair so long. And Arya never beat me playing swords, the way that girl is beating him. She slashed the boy across his thigh, so hard that his leg went out from under him and he fell into the pool and began to splash and shout. “You be quiet, stupid,” the girl said, tossing her own branch aside. “It’s just water. Do you want Old Nan to hear and run tell Father?” She knelt and pulled her brother from pool, but before she got him out again, the two of them were gone.

queen-of-love-and-beauty:

Game of Thrones meme → four deaths (2/4)

Lyanna Stark’s death; He could still hear her at times. Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes.

sansabird:

Lyanna by ilysev featuring a loose eyeshadow

ladybriennes:

ASOIAF Challenge → Characters you would like to know more about but they were already dead when the books started Lyanna Stark & Elia Martell & Rhagaer Targaryn & Brandon Stark

Princess Elia of Dorne pleading for mercy as Rhaegar’s heir was ripped from her breast and murdered before her eyes.”

“The wolf blood’, my father used to call it. Lyanna had a touch of it, and my brother Brandon more than a touch. It brought them both to an early grave”

Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, Rhaegar fought bravely. And Rhaegar died. ” 

 “Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her.” 

“Lyanna was beautiful,” Arya said, startled. Everybody said so. It was not a thing that was ever said of Arya.

“She was,” Eddard Stark agreed, “beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time.”