[ at first, bran's convinced this is another walking dream.
this keep is nothing like winterfell, though, and that's the one that often frequents his dreams--summer is nowhere to be found, either, a fact that's often distressing. he has no use of his legs, but the fae have helped him to a chair, where he sits, uncomfortable and unprotected. without the reeds or hodor around, he's stuck here, no matter who should appear to have his head, or something worse.
but, when he sees his father, bran freezes, eyes wide, mouth dropping open. the last time he saw his father was before the fall, and the news of his death had been the kind of pain you couldn't just wish away, twisting deep and pained in his gut, and he wonders what kind of trick this is, because he doesn't dare hope, doesn't dare think-- ]
...father? [ but his voice comes out small, young, broken, just loud enough to be heard over the din of the crowd, and his hands grip tight at the armrests as he waits for the sword to drop, inevitably, and tries to act like his father would have him, proud and princely (but all he wants to do, for a moment, is cry.) ]
oh my goddddddddddddd
this keep is nothing like winterfell, though, and that's the one that often frequents his dreams--summer is nowhere to be found, either, a fact that's often distressing. he has no use of his legs, but the fae have helped him to a chair, where he sits, uncomfortable and unprotected. without the reeds or hodor around, he's stuck here, no matter who should appear to have his head, or something worse.
but, when he sees his father, bran freezes, eyes wide, mouth dropping open. the last time he saw his father was before the fall, and the news of his death had been the kind of pain you couldn't just wish away, twisting deep and pained in his gut, and he wonders what kind of trick this is, because he doesn't dare hope, doesn't dare think-- ]
...father? [ but his voice comes out small, young, broken, just loud enough to be heard over the din of the crowd, and his hands grip tight at the armrests as he waits for the sword to drop, inevitably, and tries to act like his father would have him, proud and princely (but all he wants to do, for a moment, is cry.) ]