Dienstag, 29. Januar 2013


"On some days nostalgia for a home - for faces, for names - he didn’t remember burned in the marrow of his bones. On some days he felt like a stranger to his kin on the cold, stony land. The sea seemed a traitor, keeping secrets from him while constantly calling his name.
Osha’s dismissive laughter, toothless by now, still ringed in his ear. But the man, the boy knew."

And another one. I just have so many feelings for Rickon. ;_;
I think one of the reasons why I took to this character is that he's still a child in canon. You're very free to make him whatever you want as a grown-up.
The whole wildling!Rickon headcanon also speaks to me on many levels. xD