harbor songs

House Manderly, Lord of White Harbor, Warden of the White Knife, Shield of the Faith, Defender of the Dispossessed, Lord Marshal of the Mander, Knight of the Order of the Green Hand.

“A thousand years before the Conquest, a promise was made, and oaths were sworn in the Wolf’s Den before the old gods and the new. When we were sore beset and friendless, hounded from our homes and in peril of our lives, the wolves took us in and nourished us and protected us against our enemies. The city is built upon the land they gave us. In return we swore that we should always be their men. Stark men!”

More Than A Feeling - (Credence Barebone x Reader)

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Opening his eyes blearily, Credence’s vision fixed on the grey light that was showing through the curtains. He could almost feel the depression setting in as he contemplated the thought of another dreary, overcast day. Pushing himself upright and somehow managing to wrench away from the warm embrace of his blankets, he stumbled over to the chunky stereo that sat on the desk, placed haphazardly by the edge of the bed. Jabbing at the power button, the first notes of his favorite song began to play, slipping out from the old speakers. Letting himself fall back down onto the bed, his eyes drooped shut once more, the music surrounding him and carrying him away on a wave of sound.

Usually a person appreciates music, some even love it with a passion like that of a lover, but Credence harbored feelings for this song that words did not seem adequate to describe. Allowing his thoughts to drift, coming and going like the tide, one in particular seemed to return to him again and again. It was the sight of you that was etched into his memory like some sort of burning scar.

Letting his eyes open and stare up at the stained white ceiling, Credence forced himself to put all thoughts of you aside. Instead, other faces began to flash through his mind. Modesty… Chastity… He found himself struggling to remember the faces that went along with the names. It had been so long now, yet even as the memories of their features blurred, the events were still there as clear as ever. Feeling a sort of ugly mixture of guilt, fear, sadness, and anger rise in his throat, he violently pushed away that section of his past as well.

The chorus of the song was echoing around the bare room, pushing into his dreams. This was your favorite song, he realized with a jolt. No wonder…

Raising his hand and holding it in front of his face, he felt cold and numb. Like something had broken or died inside him. He was used to it by now, spending his days locked away in his bedroom listening to a song on repeat and staring out the window at the clouds that never seemed to lift and let the sun shine through. You always seemed to be in the corner of his mind, like some sort of twisted photograph. You had slipped out of his grasp, in one of his moments of weakness when the darkness inside escaped. He had watched as you lay there on the crisp white of the hospital bed, unable to stop the fire of guilt and shame that burned at his insides. He had done this. Yet again, he had destroyed the thing he loved.

The last notes of the song faded away, and thunder could be heard somewhere in the distance. Credence lay on the rough woolen sheets that were strewn across the mattress, the only sign that he was alive was the faint rise and fall of his chest.