Disposita {Bran Stark x Reader}

Chapter 17: Praeter

Praeter ~ Beyond

After much convincing Sam finally agreed to take you all to the Wall with him and Gilly. You all gathered your things that you had laid out for the night while Hodor took Bran's cart down the well. Hodor arrived back up from the well and carried Bran down with the rest of you following.

Sam led the way down the passage towards the exit of the Wall. The pathway wasn't long and you lingered back to walk with Gilly and Meera, idly talking to take your mind off of crossing past the Wall.

Soon you could see the exit to the passage as the light from outside could be seen peeking through the candle lit hall. Sam stopped walking and turned to talk to the group. He pulled out a satchel which was seemingly filled with black glass. Sam pulled out one of the pieces and handed it to Bran.

'What is it?' Bran asked, holding up what you thought was an obsidian dagger.

'Dragon glass,' Jojen answered for Sam in an almost shocked manner.

'We found them past the wall. Someone must have buried them a long time ago. They wanted us to find it,' Sam said, handing another piece to Jojen.

'Why? What are they for,' you asked. Sam and Gilly gave each other a look as if to reconsider whether to tell us or not.

'Killing white walkers,' Sam responded.

'How do you know that,' Meera asked.

'One came for my baby,' Gilly looked towards Sam, 'and Sam...'

'But no ones killed a white walker in thousands of years,' Meera said in disbelief.

'Well I suppose someone had to be the first,' Sam said, handing another dragon glass dagger towards Hodor, Meera, and yourself.

'I got lucky,' it got eerily quiet as the tone shifted when Sam spoke on a more serious note 'with one of them. There are more, many more. And for everyone of them, they're dead men, more than you can count. I wish you could come with us,' Sam almost pleaded.

'I wish we could,' you looked down to the ground. 'I really do.'

That was when the rest of you left Sam and Gilly for the exit of the passage. The light from outside became brighter and brighter and you neared the exit.

You stepped out onto the snow, the wind immediately hitting you and sending a shiver down your spine. You could only see white for as far as you could see. The ground and the trees were coated in white snow. The light that reflected off of the snow even gave the sky a white look. It was beautiful but the barren nature beyond the Wall scared you.

Bran noticed the concerned look and your face and once you caught his eye you gave him a small reassuring smile to let him know you were fine.

'What's wrong?' Bran raised his eyebrows at you, clearly seeing through your facade.

'It's nothing,' you brushed off.

'Y/n?' Bran asked knowing there was something up. You looked ahead to see that Jojen and Meera were both walking in front of Hodor, leaving Bran and yourself alone at the back. You sighed before responding,

'I'm just concerned about being north of the Wall.' You confessed averting his gaze. 'After what Sam had said about seeing the white walkers, and what if we run out of food and can't find anything to eat. What something happens to one of us. I know you told me to go to the Last Hearth with Osha and Rickon but I don't regret my decision in coming, I'm just scared,' you rambled.

Bran studied you for a moment, he reached his hand out of the cart to grab yours causing you to look him in the eyes. His expression softened,

'I know,' he said quietly, his voice barely rising above the howling wind. He didn't need to say anything else, that was all you needed. His reassurance eased some of the tension in your chest, and you took a deep breath, letting the icy air fill your lungs. The warmth of his hand holding yours as you walked beside him provided a small comfort against the daunting, vast, white landscape.

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After spending the day walking, orange and pink colours began to paint the sky.

'We should find somewhere to spend the night soon,' Meera suggested.

You all agreed and soon found what little shelter you could under some larger trees. You helped to set up your small camp for the night but later returned to staring up at the sky. The colours were so clear out beyond the Wall. Their warm tones reminded you of Dorne. You couldn't fathom how far you really were from your home, from your family.

'I'm going to try to hunt before it gets dark, see if I can find anything for us to eat tonight,' Meera said before standing up to leave.

'I'll look for some more kindle for the fire, it's looking small,' Jojen stood up to leave as well.

'Do you need any help?' you asked, turning to Jojen. You knew you would be no help to Meera hunting but you could definitely help find sticks.

'No it's fine, stay with Bran and Hodor.'

You went back to staring up at the sky but it was starting to darken and the winds were picking up. The weather was harsh during the day but you at least had some sunlight to keep you warm but as soon as that was gone there was nothing you could do to fend off the cold. A shiver was sent down your spine as the winds blew against your face.

'Y/n,' Bran called out to you patting the snow beside him. You walked over to where he was leaned against a tree. Bran opened up the furs wrapped around him and placed his arm around you as you sat next to him. You were much warmer encased in his furs, his body heat giving you the much needed heat you were craving.

'You looked cold over there,' Bran looked down at you. You couldn't tell exactly how tall Bran was but when sitting next to him you noticed you now needed to look up at him whereas kids you were the same height.

'I was,' you smiled at him. 'I'm not made for this cold. I was born in the south, I'm made for the hot sun.' You both laughed a little. You sat in comfortable silence with the small fire burning in front of you.

You found yourself staring at him as looked straight ahead. You gazed at his side profile, you noticed his high cheekbones and his prominent straight nose. He had the facial structure of a man now. He wasn't the little kid who loved climbing from Winterfell anymore. Bran's hair cascaded onto his shoulders in gentle waves as they hadn't been able to cut their hair in months since leaving where each of them had come from. A smile plastered itself across your face as you got an idea,

'Hey, can I braid your hair? I think it's long enough,' you couldn't stop smiling. Bran raised an eyebrow at you, a blend of curiosity and wariness was in his eyes.

'Why?' he asked.

'It would be fun. Plus what else are we going to do out here,' you tried convincing him.

'Really? You actually want to braid my hair?' he replied, laughter in his voice. You nodded eagerly, a little bit surprised he might actually let you. He considered your request for a moment longer before replying,

'Sure, why not? Just don't make me look ridiculous.'

'I won't, I won't. But honestly who is even going to see you,' you giggled. Your excitement was bubbling over as you both moved so that Bran's back was facing you.

You ran your fingers through his hair to detangle any small knots he had in his hair. You kept brushing through his hair but every so often his head would relax back into your hands,

'Stop moving,' you pushed his head back upright to where you needed it. You grabbed small sections and braided the top pieces of his hair into small plaits. You both light heartedly as you kept going. He asked you more about when you lived in Dorne as well as Kings Landing and in return he continued to tell you about his travels before you found him.

You heard footsteps approaching from the woods behind you and you both turned to see who it was.

'What are you doing?' Jojen asked with his hands full of wood for the fire.

'Nothing,' Bran said quickly before struggling to pull the plaits out of his hair.

A/N: my bad on how long its been between this chapter and the last but I've had exams so don't blame me. lmk if there's anything you're wanting to see in the next few chapters.