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Torrhen Karstark Tag Drop
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@agirlofwinterfell sent: "I'm a girl!" For Torrhen
° ✧ GAME OF THRONES PROMPTS. PART I.
Torrhen looked at the scrappy little thing that had freed him and the others and let out a laugh. There was something about how feisty she was that reminded him of a lot of the stories his father had told him of Lord Stark’s brother and sister before they had been killed when Torr was not even yet able to walk. “I can see that.” Her hair was shorn, sure, but he’d seen plenty of smallfolk girls who had to cut their hair due to lice to not be deceived by it. “SO, girl, what is your name?”
@aclashofmuses sent: “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” okay but this in contrast to the Robb/Torrhen thread we have going — I’ll send more but I’m currently supposed to be sleeping 👀
Send me “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” for a scenario in which my muse dies protecting yours.
torrhen lets out a cry as he throws himself between robb stark and jaime lannister, his sword raised. a last minute turn of the wrist, and the kingslayer severs him, torr watching in horror as his sword hand is cut. his fingers gone, save his thumb and the stump left at an angle. blood streaming, not stopping, and a cry leaving him once more. this one of fear. men grapple the kingslayer to the ground and robb rushes to torrhen’s side. the two young men, barely out of boyhood try to staunch the bleeding. to no avail. the blood keeps flowing at torr starts to feel lightheaded. he leans into robb as the other man starts to yell, the words falling on deaf ears as everything around him starts to muffle and go black.