I recently stumbled upon a hauntingly beautiful fic titled 'Skinchanger’s
lament' that explores Bran Stark’s warging as a metaphor for fractured identity. The author weaves his connection with Summer into a narrative about losing humanity piece by piece—each time he slips into the direwolf, a part of him forgets how to be human. The prose is deliberately sparse, mirroring Bran’s isolation, and it lingers on moments like him waking up with blood in his mouth, unsure if it’s from a hunt or a dream.
Another layer I adored was how the fic parallels his warging with Arya’s Faceless Man training. Both siblings are losing themselves to survive, but where Arya actively sheds identities, Bran’s loss is passive, suffocating. The direwolf becomes less a companion and more a vessel for escape, which hits harder when you recall how Summer died protecting him in canon. The comments section was full of readers debating whether Bran’s eventual embrace of the Three-Eyed Raven role in '
game of thrones' was a continuation of this loss or a reversal.