#thedolorous

[tymptir]

Pyp: Earth is a dense molten core encased in a layer of solids and therefore is, technically speaking, a ravioli. Edd: I am begging you to stop. Grenn: Wait, let him finish.

[tymptir]

THE EXASPERATED EXHALE INTO HIS HORN OF WARM GROG IS MOST CERTAINLY AUDIBLE . visible , too , considering that his cheeks puff out for a moment and Grenn calls upon every last inch of self control , not to roll his eyes . he loves Edd . he does , truly . but some days . . . some days he wants to dunk his head into the nearest snow drift and leave it there until he believes his brain has cooled down enough . if there was such a thing . others ( Grenn , for example ) feel almost nothing but gratitude to be here , alive , breathing after all they'd been through . but Edd . . . well , Edd is Edd .

" I hear you . not like I got another choice but to bloody hear you . " the look he offers Edd is minimally annoyed but ever friendly overall . at the end of the day , they know each other by heart . and Edd would know that even if the aurochs grumbled and grouched , he'd always be by his side .

" his family needs him . 's understandable , innit ? and he's not gone forever . that bastard's gonna be back before you know it , cos he just can't live without us no more . " he raises his voice loud enough for Jon to hear the last part and receives a grin back from their former Lord Commander . he turns back to Edd , bumping his shoulder in a friendly but , thanks to sheer size , somewhat violent way . " we'll be alright . gonna have us a new poor sod for a Lord Commander and move on from there . "

“Don’t ask me to take sides between you and him.” ( from Grenn ) / @tymptir

"s'obvious that m'the right one," edd all but huffs, moping in front of his breakfast. he knows that look in grenn's eyes -- and he doesn't fucking like it. he wonders, quietly, if grenn would have chosen jon, and this was his way of communicating that to him. of course, dolorous edd gets caught up in his thoughts. . . and yet, he remembers the way he and grenn built fires, huddled for warmth, tended each others' wounds as best they could. desperate for survival. he sighs, eyes drifting to look at jon eating with sansa.

jon will leave, and edd can't believe it. he'd thought grenn would feel the same, especially after what they all have seen and done together. alas, grenn remains neutral. and thus edd laments. "what a shit life." he laughs, weakly, quietly. "if alliser thorne weren't already dead, i'd kill him." he bows his head over, letting the potato stew's aroma soothe him as best as it could.

"... guess that just leaves us now." edd has not received his promotion yet, none the wiser to jon snow's plans. he purses his lips together. "c'mon, you won't even say that i'm right? hells, grenn. you sure know how to make a man feel heard."

[thesellsword]

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[fifthbornforrester]

@thedolorous​ said: “brush”

THE SUBTLE BRUSH OF CLOTHING AGAINST THE BACK OF HER HAND caused her being to jolt. The rough cloth ignited the recognition of the scarred skin there, the mark visible to only her. It had faded nicely, the one-puckered dagger wound fading into a darker line. Still, the thought still lingers. Her body tenses slightly, and her eyes quickly meet Edd’s.

“Apologies. You frightened me.” 

Send “brush” to accidentally touch one of my muse’s scars. Send “trace” to purposely touch one of my muse’s scars. Send either of these words plus “reverse” for our muses to switch places.

[killthebxy]

@thedolorous // cont.’d

          apparently, the duties of a lord commander’s steward include not only fetching said lord commander from the ground and half-drag him away when he’s still trying to go back for a bag of dragonglass, but also help him to patch up after. and, apparently... a lord commander’s duties include slaying Others; Sam isn’t the only one anymore, and for this much Jon is GRATEFUL --- if he and Longclaw can ever spare such horror to any of his friends, it is one he’ll do more than gladly on his own.

          which doesn’t make him any more or less than human, as testified by the long gash left open and bleeding on the right side of his face, that Edd himself finished cleaning a few minutes ago --- as much as by the cracked ribs that resulted from being knocked off from atop a second floor, and that he is still finishing to bandage; only to not bother yet with getting fully dressed and, simply, tossing his black cloak over his shoulders. all of this pales in comparison to what they left behind... five thousands of men and women and children crumpled up at Hardhome, and they are returning with scarce a fifth of the number. and, for this, Jon’s mouth tastes of nothing if not bitter failure and regret.

          suddenly, however... there is literally a very different taste, and it honestly takes him a full moment to process what is happening; what just happened, as it seems to come and go as fleeting as a falling star. did Edd just...? left wide eyed and looking like a child who just saw a wolf for the first time, then, all he can do is to act on INSTINCT of his own --- reaching to grab with his burned hand for one of his friend’s, as to not let him move away.

‘ ...wait--- ‘

[fightsbck]

       ‘     wasn’t much o’ a choice.    not when the gold cloaks came attackin’ us and held us prisoners ‘ver since.      ’       gendry’s never spoken much o’ his days in the riverrun,    let alone at harenhaal.    a wretched destination t’ be in,   no doubt,    and ain’t a pleasant story t’ ever be recalled     -     not even right now,   as gendry’s tryin’ his best t’ unfasten the man’s armour.     damn.   the metal’s there are all screwed up.     ‘      aye,   s’gendry,   sir.    hold on—     ’     he bites out,   and,    a strength o’ his fist alone,     the smith wretches the damn steel apart.     the injuries under,   as he suspects,   aren’t pretty.       ‘       right.   not turnin’ ye’ into one o’ these deads just yet,    lord commander.     help !    injured !     ’     and help does come,    another man,   limping,   but bringin’ clothes that could be used t’ wrap.     ‘     m’strong,    m’lord.   i can carry ye’ to where it’s nearest for water.    help clean yer’ wounds up.     ’    /   from gendry for @thedolorous !

    continued.

[tymptir]

not saying @thedolorous , @loreforged and I are still waiting for a Jon to join Edd, Pyp, and Grenn in their dumbass shenanigans but . . . we are. any takers? volunteers? tributes? sacrifices to the old gods? offering 100% loyalty, dumb jokes by the fire, and fewer chances of dying permanently in return ♡

[coerulus]

@thedolorous | continued from (x)

“You don’t think I’m interested in him?” Brienne asked, aghast. “I never asked him to go about leering at me.” Two of her fingers tapped lightly on Oathkeeper’s pommel. “And yes, it’s obvious that story with the giant was a lie. Do you take me for an idiot?”

[tymptir]

AND THREE , TWO , ONE . . . Grenn , lips pulled to a thin line , nods to himself the moment the complaints start . initially , he had been inclined to give Edd a grace period of perhaps a day - that had been before he'd started complaining about a two day's ride away from Long Barrow , however . Iron Emmett and the spear wives riding with him had soon disappeared into the winter mist , and Grenn , ever loyal and loving , had kept Edd company , listening , agreeing , nodding and nodding off in the saddle every now and then .

unfortunately , he's not wrong . the keep is in ruins . discarded and forgotten , pressed against the side of a Wall as if it had tried to fuse with the bloody thing , and hardly a shingle is left straight on any roof , no matter where one turned . Grenn sighs , hands on his hips , the bright blue eyes scanning the ruins around them . " well , at least you wouldn't come back as wight then . y'know . if you got crushed . " a shrug of broad shoulders . always trying to see the positive . somehow . anyhow . " might be best if we started with a proper place to sleep ? make sure we won't freeze our arses off and then see what's gotta be done . " he's a ranger , not a builder , but even Grenn can see that what's gotta be done will be far more than any of them have anticipated to do.

"this place is in ruins. doubt we'll get a good sleep for bloody weeks." they've been in long barrow for maybe five whole minutes before edd starts to complain. he can't help it; keeps him young of the mind. he just has a lot of grievances. he sighs, sitting on a barrell, looking at his companion. "an' jon thinks we can handle this on our own? he's putting a lot of trust in us -- in me. i fear i'll be crushed under the crumblin' foundation. that'd be a shit way to go: crushed to death... becoming human goo." he wrinkles his nose. edd wraps his cloak around his shoulders.

"where do we even start?" of course, edd could think of a game plan. he may not be the smartest of the bunch, but he could advise and take charge when necessary. "feels like we should be focusing on other resources. o'course i trust jon. i owe him my life and then some... but this..." he looks around, seeing the disrepair. "seven hells. the stranger really looks upon us unkindly. maybe they don't even want us to win..." he could ramble for hours if left to his own devices. / @tymptir for grenn

[lcrdcrow]

“m’not smart enough to be your hand anyway.” edd mumbles tiredly. “m’better off as your steward, or squire. whatever you’ll have me as.” (thedolorous)

            a storm brews behind the king’s eyes, gaze settled upon eddison tollett as he mumbles utter n o n s e n s e . a laugh escapes through jon’s lips, otherwise lost amongst the silence of the king’s quarters. dolorous edd would forever be his black brother—-the man had jon’s back since his time in the night’s watch. now that it was no more, edd kept l o y a l to his dear friend, aiding him in the south. even without a fancy title, the man remained at his king’s side, prepared to lay down his life for him. jon, however, would not have that. being a king was lonely—-he needed all the friends he could get, and they would not serve him well were they all placed on the battlefield.

            the king taps his index finger atop the table he seats himself at. a smile graces his features, tired from all that has transpired in such a short amount of time. the tapping stops, intended only to grasp the melancholic eddison, and jon allows his head to rest against the back of his scarred hand.  “  brother, you’re a loyal man if nothing else.  ”  he takes a moment to take his lip between his teeth, struggling to find the words in his exhausted state.  “  you’ll do me p o o r l y as a steward or a squire; your heart just won’t be in it. a king needs a righthand man, and you’ve always been that for me, as far back as the night’s watch.  ”  he stands and walks before his black brother. those oaths bound them for an eternity, and for that, jon was grateful. he places a hand on edd’s shoulder.  “  be my hand, edd. i trusted you with the title of lord commander. why wouldn’t i trust you with the title of hand of the king?  ”

[thesellsword]

@thedolorous ( SEE WHAT I DID THERE ) because actual cherub who belongs in the gardens playing night's watch with all of the babies for always, but also actual loyal queensguard for the way he defends his queen from aggressive anons and makes her smile when she's having a bad day, so idc i'm breaking the rules and making you @ yourself.

@thedolorous | positivity 

; w ; artie what the heckle i cry

[podstye]

“SAM, GET UP !!” 

The voice rang out near his ear as Podrick dodged another blow from the wight before him. A slash on his cheek that he’d only just barely avoided being a lethal wound stung dully, but he didn’t mind. He clung to the feeling, attempting to avoid other conscious thought as he simply fought to survive. He dodged, slashing just as Brienne had practiced with him. Can’t THINK, can’t LOOK. She’d be fine on her own. She was SER Brienne now. She’d taught him not to get distracted, hadn’t she?

The man’s yell drew his gaze, however briefly, and as he thrust his weapon forward into another of the undead - or not-dead? - he saw as Edd reached down to save another member of the night’s watch, visible only by the dragon fire as it lit the sky overhead. 

It’s so dark. So cold. No one could have expected this MANY...

Podrick steeled his grip on his weapon, letting out something of a growl as he plunged it into another enemy that had begun to approach Edd from behind, it’s weapon drawn up and forward, seemingly a millisecond from striking. “MOVE,” he simply yelled in their general direction as the other two men regained their bearings BOTH SEEMINGLY UNSCATHED FOR NOW. Then, pushing the corpse out of his way and moving to block another as it lunged at him with its deafening cry ringing in his ears, Podrick continued forward.

[killthebxy]

--- @thedolorous ---

          at long last, his body had stopped trying to melt itself into sweat --- still slightly warmer than normal, but nothing anywhere close the angry fever that had taken it for the good part of the past two days. then again, was the body to be blamed, or he who would put it through such dire situations as to lead to this outcome, to start with? some questions were better left answered, it seemed. these were the silly thoughts currently running through Jon’s head, as he absently stared at the ceiling of his cabin. the sea was calm enough, which was a blessing in itself, and they should be arriving at Eastwatch before the week was over... and yet, thinking of the results of this mission, he was hard-pressed to call it SUCCESSFUL nonetheless.

          right there and then, however, there was one topic that consumed his mind further than anything else --- and it was the dark clouds that loomed above himself and his steward, ever since that very surprising, to say the least, clash of lips. save for the polite good morning and do you need anything, they’ve practically not exchanged a word since... and, while it was also true Jon had spent the bulk of that time either sleeping or delirious with fever or both, still it had DRAGGED for far longer than he was willing to accept --- and now was a moment as good as any to try and make things right once more. therefore, while waiting for Edd to finish replacing the bandages around his ribs, he breathed in and tackled the subject.

‘ do you have anything else to keep you busy right now? i would have a word, if you can. ‘

[zcldrizes-a]

edd, bored and a little drunk, starts playing with dany's hair at a feast. he's braiding it in no time, hiccuping and humming to himself. (thedolorous)

CROWN RESTS ABANDONED, BEFORE HER; heavy isthe head that wears it, and all too soon after her coronation itself,do fingertips lift it to free those locks from the weight. Petite frame clad inall of the colours of her House – the same as the banners of CRIMSON AND BLACKlining the Halls, the very city itself; and even in celebration there is a softand quiet loneliness that follows, in memory of those she’s lost along theway. The trepidation that follows in wonderment of the fears to come, of allleft to build, of the knowledge that these are now a people she can trulyclaim as her own, and all she owes to them as their Queen. And thefear that comes with the swell of her naval, so barely obvious beneath thecling of her coronation gown – knowledge not entirely shared just yet, thoughshe’s sure her lack of drinking has given it away. Or perhaps it’s paranoia, waiting for someone to realise.

Perhaps that’s why ( aside from a quick glance to ensure whowas behind her ) the light combing of fingertips through her curls doesn’tbother her – it soothes her, instead, the dull knowledge of that company, evenin the midst of quiet musings. Soft and drunken little humming enough to curveher lips into a smile, her head tilts to lean into that contact, allowing thesoft braiding as her gaze remains locked on the celebrations around them. Amethysthues fall on her lover for a moment – a man they both love in equal manner, aman they’d both die for – before gently breathing, as loose curlscontinue to be weaved into whatever style the man behind her has deemed appropriatefor this night.

“You know, the duties of a Knight don’t includebraiding.”

Gently teasing, her voice was soft, all the affection evident inher tone.

“Shall I inform Missandei she’s been relieved of her braidingduties from now on?”

ft. @thedolorous

[wolfqueennamedstark]

braids his queen’s hair. (thedolorous)

cute fluffy things || @thedolorous

       Sansa sat while his fingers worked through copper locks, “Thank you for this. I don’t think I could have stood another moment of that ‘s chattering.” The girl kept talking about nonsense and was giving her headache. She much more preferred the company of someone that wasn’t trying to impress her and actually cared. “Have you settled in yet?” 

[tymptir]

alice : madness returns / accepting. @thedolorous​ for Grenn / “ i’ve not come back here looking for a fight ”

     THERE WAS A QUIET DILIGENCE IN THE WAY HE RAN THE WHETSTONE OVER THE BLADE ; calming almost, long, slow movements the way Jon had taught him only weeks after he had first come to the Wall. technique, he had said, didn’t matter much if all one had was a dull blade. and while Grenn didn’t have anything such fancy as a named sword like Jon, he still took good care of whatever he was given. the perks of the poor, perhaps. the poor and the stupid. he glimpsed up when he head footsteps approach in the snow ( the yard almost quiet now that supper was done and whatever meagre number of men was left had gone to bed or gamble ) and he shifted on his makeshift seat of hay bales by the larder.      Edd’s latest rendition of woe is me! had chased Grenn from the Great Hall out into the cold. he could sit and listen most days. let his mind wander while Edd chimed on and on about injustices and pressure and whatnot, to places and notions that he found particularly fascinating. what if the children of the forest were real after all? what if they were in the beasts around them? what if he’d accidentally killed on when he’d swatted at a fly? things like that .  .  . tonight, however, Grenn’s patience had worn slim and he had disappeared without a word. even an idiot had his limits.

      “ I know, ” still he sounded chipper as ever, not at all miffed despite the sudden disappearance. “ a fight would just have you complain’ an’ moan even more an’ that’d be too much then, even for you. ” he squared his shoulders the way Jon had done occasionally. it made people look important, he reckoned. “ I’ll accept your apology but I won’t be hearin’ about any damn cloaks again. didn’t have enough to drink, me, to listen to any more of that tonight. ”