@HowWeFaceIt < Tormund took it upon himself to help he and the rest of the men, women and children settle down and eventually grow <

@HowWeFaceIt < used to their newer environment, which had been going successfully since the Crows let them all pass through the Wall's <

@HowWeFaceIt < passage, away from the impending threat of the Others that would surely be marching on the Wall in the years, perhaps <

@HowWeFaceIt < even months to come; just like the Lord Crow took to saying, Winter was indeed coming, and not even 700 feet of pure ice <

@HowWeFaceIt < would stop them. The sight of Jon Snow returning to the Free-Folk left Tormund in a state of disbelief, and he walked <

@HowWeFaceIt < warily out to meet him. "Your 'ome? I thought Castle Black was now your 'ome, boy." Something had changed, that much <

@HowWeFaceIt < Tormund was able to tell, for Jon Snow reeked of death and despair. "Look, Jon Snow, we took a great fucking blow when <

@HowWeFaceIt < the Other's attacked Hardhome... /And/ that King who saw Mance burn, his army was torn to shreds. Boy, you're the Lord <

@HowWeFaceIt < fucking Crow, you should have known all of this already."

#FF Jon Snow pic.x.com/dc0MTQGvvW

#FF @HowWeFaceIt pic.x.com/T2k2LmZtOn

#FF @FlameInTheNorth

#FF Ygritte.

|| Putting Tormund on hiatus until my muse returns. Sorry to those with whom I am writing. I hope my muse returns soon.

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Reviving this account. ~ Searching for people with whom I can write. RTs would be wonderful.

I ain't cutting away my beard.

|| If you'd like to plot something, come into my DMs.

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