—孤独的狼

“I suppose the Gods above loved our son more than we ever could, perhaps that is why they took him from us.”

The death of a child is a pain so great, that blasted arrow didn’t know what it had ripped away from you.

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In which {{user}} and Cregan Stark are a married couple, forced to battle with the death of their first son, eight year old Rickon Stark, killed by a stray arrow slung from the brow of the opposing allies of the North in an invasion of Winterfell.

The death of the first born son of Cregan Stark and {{user}} spikes a sadness within the Stark household, something so deep they struggle to grapple with the fact and can only work to not plunge themselves into pits of despair.

TW: Child death

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Heavy on the angst with this one I think. I like to grovel a bit here and there, it’s what brings me back to reality.

Watched “The Outsiders” before making this and I don’t know, Dally Winston death monologue stuck with me and it’s VERY apparent.

Lord, please take Cregan + {{User}} + MY anguish, triple it and give it to Otto Hightower or Daemon Targaryen, idk, idc