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nightswatchdisbandmentera · 10 months

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*I’m about to do a whole lot of nonsensical rambling so feel free to ignore*

The theory that Jaime Lannister will join the Night’s Watch at the very end of the story has always intrigued me, mostly because of the very visual changes that would encapsulate his series long character arc up to that point.

Because from the very first time that we see him on page, he’s always been in colors that are bold…or even glitter in a way? His main characteristic has been that of a man of the kingsguard - a highly prestigious institution. The highest point a knight could reach I guess. Not only that but he’s also one of the greatest living knights in the land as far as sheer skill goes. But just as we’re introduced to his place in this illustrious position, we’re immediately told that he’s a kingslayer. He’s a knight whose main job is to protect the king, but he killed the damn guy (then sat on his throne as if rubbing salt in the dead man’s wounds). And it’s not badass or anything. This monicker is one given to him through mocking.

He does some pretty messed up things too (like the defenestration of poor Bran Stark). So it’s shocking (and lowkey poignant) when the very thing that helped him rise to his illustrious position (his sword hand) is taken from him and he has to in many ways start from scratch. And this starting from scratch even opens up a path to redemption for him. And an important aspect of that is the introduction of Brienne of Tarth, who to many readers represents the ideal of what a knight should strive to be even though she isn’t one necessarily: Brienne whose “no chance and no choice” lives up to the basic knightly vow of protecting the weak.

So Jaime is a white knight. A white knight in shining armor who historically is presented as an unblemished hero. But this shining knight’s white cloak is soiled - by his own admission. Then he loses his knight’s hand and goes on this journey and to a lot of us, it seems like he’s now trying to be a good guy and trying to live up to the actual idea of being a “good knight” (whatever tf that means). He’s also struggling with keeping all these vows that he swore. We as readers can’t help but to cheer for Jaime. We want him to find redemption. We want to say, “look how he made his white cloak anew! Look how he actually became the white knight in shining armor that he yearned to be”.

So him joining the Night’s Watch is not something a lot of people would say they predict for him; I certainly didn’t at first! That’s a black cloak, not a white one. Many of us want him to mend the pretty white cloak, not don the black one that has so far not represented anything positive in the story. The kingsguard is an illustrious order whereas the NW is everything but. The kingsguard holds skilled knights but we’re told that the NW is full of unskilled old men and green boys. A man of the kingsguard has great reputation but a man of the NW is at best a criminal. You join the KG for a taste of glory but are sentenced to the NW which is essentially a suspended death sentence - there is no future and you swear a vow to win no glory AND your honor goes to shit; which is absolutely hilarious because two things that are representative of Jaime as a knight, his horses, are named for ‘honor’ and ‘glory’.

But then think about it: it seems so simple right? Jaime starting out in an institution that is high in honor (theoretically) but then ending the story in another that hasn’t seen any honor in millennia seems like the very sort of thing that GRRM would do. The visual dichotomy of moving from a white cloak that is soiled to a black one that cannot be soiled is pretty neat as well - I mean you could argue that a black cloak can still be soiled just that the stain is not visible, but I choose the interpretation that whatever blemishes there are do not remove the base purpose or identity. And again, black can represent purity.

So the white -> black shift is thematically very neat…but then I always get stumped because well wait, what will the NW look like at the end of the story? And an extension of that question is who will Jaime be as a member of this NW?

The NW from the very first page of the series has been rotten to the core. It started out with this noble higher purpose (to guard the realms of men against the Others), but it has long forgotten it’s true purpose and has (in a very caricature-like performance of duty) spent thousands of years fighting against the very people it was sworn to protect. Not only that but this once great institution that housed hundreds upon hundreds of great knights (men who were once exalted from all corners of the seven kingdoms) now houses hundreds and hundreds of criminals: rapers, thieves, political prisoners, etc, from all parts of the seven kingdoms. The people who exist outside the social contract are the main part of the NW.

The NW sucks ass but(!) it’s true purpose still remains. Winter is coming and in true GRRM fashion, the very men who will have to protect the realms of men are the ones who have been cast away, damned, and forgotten by the people they’re sworn to protect. Then in comes Jon Snow (a bastard, mind you, who also exists in the fringes of society) who tries and fails to restore the NW to its true purpose. The result of his failure is well: stabby-stab-stab. Due to the mutiny at Castle Black (and the general state of the Watch up until Jon’s last chapter in ADWD), many Jon fans want the Watch to be completely destroyed. It’s rotten so might as well just get done with it…

But I’m not so sure that the total annihilation of the Watch is necessary. I’m a firm believer that the fallout from Jon Snow’s assassination (and possible death) will be the important catalyst needed to uproot the decayed moral center of the Watch. I believe that the Watch as we know it will die…but sometimes, things must die in order to be reborn. And what better way for the Watch to be reborn than with the death and rebirth of its most important member, Jon Snow? I’ve said many many times that Jon in ASOIAF is the very embodiment of the cycle of life after death; the cycle of death and decay then eventual renewal. Jon’s arc has been about taking charge of the cripples, bastards, and broken things, the criminals and the unwanted. He takes and leads the ones who are othered. And then he takes them and gives them purpose. Arms them and empowers them. Sam and the NW recruits, Arya, the wildlings, etc.

So given what Jon represents in this story and his relation to the NW (let’s be real, the NW storyline is Jon’s) I don’t think it’s fitting for the NW to be destroyed and cease to exist. Rather, it makes sense for it to die and be renewed into something closer to its true purpose: to protect the realms of men. And since I’m a firm believer that the NW will be remade, I’ve always believed it would be repurposed post WFTD to be an institution that guards the survivors and helps rebuild the land/community. The seasons will be balanced so that means that winter/death will still be coming, but first the men of the NW must live.

I not sure yet what these changes will entail but I do know that the issue or vows will come up. The swearing and keeping of oaths and vows is an important motif in both Jon’s and Jaime’s arc. Both of them struggle with the weight of keeping vows they’ve sworn to their respective institutions, especially because they’ve some times been made to perform actions that are against those vows.

In my ideal world, the entire business of swearing vows is done away with once Jon restructures the Watch. We see time and time again in his arc that there is a difference between saying and keeping oaths/vows. One of my absolute favorite scenes in the entire series is when Jon faces off against Marsh and co. in ADWD and then proceeds to recite the NW vows from start to finish because while his detractors know the vows by heart, they do not keep the spirit of them. In fact, many advocate for actions that would be the exact opposite of their vows. The lesson here being that just because you swore to do something, doesn’t mean you’ll actually follow through in ways that count.

See, I think parts of the NW vows are very important (i.e., protecting the realm, being a shield, etc). But other parts seem unnecessary. A man may be doing a bang up job of wearing no crowns or winning no glory but is he actually performing the actual job of the NW: to protect the realms of men? Part of me has always felt that an ideal NW wouldn’t need any vows to be sworn. As long as any man or woman has the will and zeal to perform the basic function of the Watch, which is to protect the realm, then no vows are necessary (might be an unpopular opinion I know).

I guess it sounds like my ideal NW is basically the BWB in its foundation: a band of people who were joined under the common goal of dispensing the king’s peace and justice; and this tracks because Jon and Beric are parallels so it shouldn’t be far fetched for the NW and BWB to also mirror each other. AFAIK, the BWB swears no fancy vow despite its noble purpose.

So I was just thinking that wouldn’t it be interesting for Jaime, a man who has struggled under the weight of a dozen vows (I’m probably exaggerating) to join an institution where no vows are necessary, but to uphold himself to a standard where he will keep the spirit of the vow anyway? Before he was made a kingsguard, he was a knight. And a knight swears to protect the weak. The NW’s purpose is to protect the men and women of the realm, with the understanding that there will be no personal benefit/gain. There will be no honor or glory, it’s just what one should do.

And I got to thinking about Jaime’s AFFC arc. This is a little reductive (forgive me for that) but he travels the Riverlands trying to establish the king’s peace. But he’s supporting a rather corrupt regime and going around with his horses named Glory and Honor, wishing and calling himself “Goldenhand the just”. He is rebuilding Westeros after the W0t5K, though this is being done under the banner and interests of the Lannister regime and under the umbrella of Lord Tywin’s legacy…which isn’t great to say the least. He, a damned man, covered up the loss of his knight’s identity with a golden arm. And while he understands that this is renewal for him, he can be something different now, he hasn’t really understood just how different he could/and needs to be.

So I’d like a reversal of his AFFC arc. But instead of a white cloak, he has a black one. There’s no honor and no glory to be won. But he decides that he wants to help rebuild Westeros the right way. There’s no benefit for him. But he will be living up to the Ser part of his name. It would even be more poignant if he’s doing this under Jon Snow, whether Jon is the 1000th LC or Lord of Winterfell or whatever. Because Jaime gains his dishonor by killing Jon’s grandfather Aerys. He donned the white cloak for Aerys. But to find honor (though unexpectedly and not out of self interest) and wear the black cloak under Jon is such an interesting continuation; let’s also remember that Jon is Ned Stark’s spiritual heir in many ways, and Jaime has a uh complicated relationship with honor as it relates to Ned Stark.

Btw I’m not advocating for Jaime to be Jon’s lapdog or anything. He’s a wholly different character whose arc exist away from Jon. I’m just mentioning Jon because there are thematic intersections, and I fully expect him to still have a relationship with the (renewed) NW at the end of the story. Thus, their arcs could possibly clash at some point.

So yeah, jaime joining the NW is something so wonderful to me because the thematic closure is actually quite rich. He doesn’t have to die for his to be a good story, and he doesn’t have to get an absurdly happy ending that ignores the things he must atone for. He’s one of my favorite characters (a solid top 5), so I have to admit that I very much want him to live. But I do want him to live and find himself at a place that provides him a purpose that he thought had eluded him. He can still be a knight, maybe not the one he wanted or expected. But it would give him the opportunity to effect some real positive change that he tried and failed to do in AFFC. A knight is sworn to protect the weak. And Westeros will be battered and bruised after the Long Night. It will need to be rebuilt, especially up north where the othered wildlings could be. So I’d like for jusrt Ser Jaime to find his purpose helping those he probably never even acknowledged.

#asoiaf #jaime lannister #valyrianscrolls #the nights watch #tagging:#jon snow #too because he’s kinda important here as an anti parallel #hope the Jaime stans don’t kill me if I’ve missed a few things here and there ashbgfxvvd #anyway….#every now and then I stop fangirling over Jon and remember Jaime exists #and I go oh wait he’s actually one of my favorite characters sfaaxdaasc #shouldn’t be surprising tho #there are some common themes in these two arcs #also forgot to add the different meanings of black and white #I mean black can also denote purity #but white is usually more…positive #the white knight just exudes more visual positivity #a black knight seems almost sinister #but the white knight choosing to don a cloak that is not as visually beautiful as a white one #but deciding to live up to the black cloak’s sacred purpose #which coincidentally lives up to the knight’s ideal #like remember when Sansa called the nw the black knights….#yeah #he’d still be a knight idk #but the subversion being that the new which is not as prestigious as illustrious as the kg #being where he lives out his days as true knight to protect the realmmm #yeahhh I love that imagery #he’s not losing himself as a knight I don’t think?#also interesting that Jon could’ve become a kingslayer in asos but was stopped by stannis ex machina lmao #typed this at 1am forgive the incoherence and typos plssss

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evintide · 9 months

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five times smiled ( oh god from twilight oh fuck )

five times drabble prompts » ★ !!

ONE » this realm is strange. despite the imposed twilight that now coats it’s very essence, the air feels thick, ill with intent and filled with unfamiliar scents. at least her malformed figure can move freely through this gloom, and for that she is thankful. it does little to tamp down on her nerves however, ever eager to figure out her next step. visiting that princess had given her some ideas on what to do, but little with which to enact them. she had to steal away whenever one of her mutated kin came to check up on the hylian ruler, an act that always struck a bolt of shame and anger through her heart.

but she had to bide her time. soon. soon. Zant and his strange new god could not be all seeing, so there had to be a weak spot with which she could exploit. she'd been able to hide away a large piece of one of their most precious relics from the usurper during her escape, but in it’s fractured state she stood no chance against him. she needed help… but the thought of praying to her ancestors felt wrong. they hadn’t come to her in her time of need, why would they now?

perhaps she disregards their grace too soon, or maybe it’s a genius stroke of luck. whichever it is, something answers her inward pleas. someone screams in the distance — one that lacks the garbled tone of the transformed twili, nor the lyrical voice of those unchanged. hope compels her forward and it takes mere minutes for Midna to find the source.

they find him before she does. not that it will do anything to stop her, but it serves as a bump in her path. no matter, she thinks, watching as the large beast is dragged away by one of Zant's minions. she knows what he is even if those who take him do not. he has to have been sent to her for a reason and she won’t let him slip out of her grasp so easily. she has a good enough idea on where they’re going, and as a devilish smile splits her lips apart, she knows soon enough her plans will start coming together.

TWO » the story is old. like ash on her tongue and bitterness in her heart, she lays out the darkness that has stained her tribe from its very inception. a tale she’s heard since birth, the mold with which she and her kinsmen were created and warned not to repeat. the secret that had torn their world in two, and bound her to a realm just beyond reach. not that he would know. very few did here, she surmised, and while that offered her a marginal amount of comfort before, knowing that he remained in the dark did not. she owes him that much, after everything.

she floats behind Link, material now in the scorching light, but unable to bring herself to look at him while her tale unfolds. would he think any different of her, knowing who she came from? of what she sought now, even after causing him so much anguish?

she inhales sharply, closes her lone eye and chooses to face the sun. not the one that freely beams across her shadowed skin, but the one that has been her constant through it all. if she was to make such an daunting request, she’d best do it face to face. thus she floats before Link, casting aside any hesitation and requests his help. his companionship, his support.

“ you’ll come with me, won’t you? "

the smile he gives is quiet, reassuring, and above all else brilliant to her. she knows not what to say in the face of it, giving only the smallest of nods before dashing back into his shadow. Midna tells herself the warmth that spreads through her is from the foreign sensation of being in the desert sun. but the other, wiser part of her knows it comes from the equally small smile that sneaks its way across her face.

THREE » she isn’t against him helping others. far from it, given how patient and understanding he has been through her own requests. ( or demands to be specific, but that's something she was working on… ) still, it’s hard to find any sort of understanding in this odd little side quest of his. with the once hidden village now cleared out of bulblin’s, the town of Kakariko had unexpectedly become over run with… cats. very needy cats, at that. a proverbial wave of which loved to shadow the hylian hero wherever he went now, cloying after him in a chorus of meows.

she had half a mind to remind him they had other things to do — some very important things at that. but the way his eyes lit up with every new little furry friend that approached made her give pause. maybe she shouldn’t be this surprised at how animals flocked to him — she’d seen the array with which were kept back at his home village, and the way small pups and other cats chased him in the streets of the city. so seeing him flocked after so fervently in the middle of nowhere shouldnt be too much of a change of pace.

he didn’t have to say anything to her after chatting up with the village’s lone cucco. one look of those large blue eyes told her enough of what she needed to know. so with a roll of her lone eye, the twili gave a shrug of surrender.

“ alright, fine. but there’d better be something good after all this. ”

she couldn't figure out if he was wagging his tail because of her acquiescence or her inevitable smile, but Midna didn’t bother to give it much thought.

FOUR » her heart breaks a little when Zelda leaves her. but she is back, in her own mind and form, and that is enough. even if she cannot return to her own, Midna, for the first time in what feels like forever, is glad to see that someone who has given up so much can be graced with another chance. it’s hard to face the other princess, her returning radiance nearly blinding, once silent kindness given word. spoken so softly but strong enough to shatter the imp’s heart. she can’t find the right words to say — whether to offer thanks, apology, or both all at once.

none of them are given the chance -- not before the force of Ganondorf reforms again, a malignant curse that refuses to accept defeat no matter how much they push back. the trio turns to see the shadowy cloud form a cruel, snarling face, down but not out, even after being twice struck down.

Midna inhales, closes her eye. so. it’s come to this.

with a subtle flex she summons the shards of her ancestors relic once more, feels the dark energy radiate power as they circle her to fit together over her figure. she doesn’t have to look at Link to know he understands what’s about to happen. hears the sharp inhale, feels the reach of his hand. the least she can do is send them off with one final smile; an attempt of mirroring the same they had both gifted her throughout their journey. a silent thank you, for all that they’ve done, what they’ve sacrificed, in the name of her selfishness and narrow minded view.

it was time to return the favor, win or lose. and she would not have them face any more danger on her behalf.

as the helm reconnects and the power of darkness thrums through her, Midna's smile remains. they’re safe, and that’s all that matters.

FIVE » she always relished leaving people speechless. the reaction she receives is expected, but no less enjoyed when he outright beams. a source of light in his own right, the twili ruler couldn’t help but laugh, and their reunion is warm, exhausted, and damp with joyous tears.

but their time is finite, even if they don’t know it. she does, for in her heart of hearts she knows what must be done. even as the sun begins to peak over the mountains in the distance, Midna wills it to slumber just a little longer, as they traverse over soil and sand to make their way towards her home. her final destination, and theirs the beginning of a new chapter.

may ignorance be bliss, as he still smiles. she as well, but with a more somber edge. maybe her fellow queen knows, but Midna doesn’t try to look too deeply for it. fears it, almost, for the warmth she once shared with Zelda is now just a budding memory, so she tries to make up for it in gentle touches and coy smirks. if Zelda notices, she doesn’t say, and for that Midna will always be thankful.

goodbyes are always difficult. hyrule’s queen is pragmatic but kind, Link her silent but gentle advocate. seeing them there, together and whole, is like having two pieces of a puzzle finally laid out before her. yet, those pieces belong elsewhere. so she resolves herself, turning to take the last few steps towards home, and at the top looks down at them one final time.

her breath hitches, lips tremble. and as the tear falls, she reaches out, then retreats. as the glass shatters, she looks at him with a watery gaze and smiles.

" ... see you later. "

#meme » reply #so uh #here's hoping they don't put a word limit on me #sweats profusely #also IMSO SORRY IF THESE ARE CLICHE #i debated a lot on making the last one be about her true form reveal or the mirror shattering #and of course my angst based ass when with the latter #also not sure if i should've tried more soft smile based drabbles #but i felt like her smiles in the early part of them game #while more in the smirk / sneer category #might also be smiles #but... yknow...#sinister ones #anyway idk why i dont have a drabble tag yet #so i'm gonna use this one #ooc » memento #THANK YOU AS ALWAYS LOVELY ;0;/

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