Sweet dreams are made of these...

[thespaceopera]

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A Abigail Hobbs Aiya/Gray Nightingale Adrasteius Anor'thalion Ahsoka Tano Alex Russo Allen Walker Anders Anthony Crowley Asteffiel Axel

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J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

Comments

[summerschild]

[As soon as Sansa sits down with the doll, there's a whisper of fabric, and the creak of the door opening slowly.

You weren't s'posed to be in here. He's small and hunched and filthy, and there's a knife in his hand. No one was s'posed to be in here. But he isn't talking to Sansa. He doesn't even seem to see Sansa. Instead, his focus is on a figure suddenly standing by one of the windows.

Catelyn Stark turns around with dread in her eyes, and immediately understands. No...

It's a mercy. He's dead already.

No, no you can't! She makes a move for the window, but the man is too fast. He moves like lightning, overpowering her quickly and raising his dagger to her throat. The struggle is quick and dirty, the flashes of movement blurred by the fears of the memory's owner, but then-

The wolf is no longer on the bed. It stands over a fallen form, half of the assailant's throat dangling from its bloody mouth. Catelyn collapses in relief, her face breaking into breathless, exhausted laughter.

Thank you, she whispers as it makes its way back to the bed to join the sleeping child. Blood drips onto the furs, but fades moments later with the rest of the memory. Catelyn sinks back into the very air she seemed to form from, and Sansa is alone again with her sleeping brother.]

[steeledskin]

[ her breath is stolen from her lungs. she gulps -- but nothing happens, because she's locked up in a memory of something...something she'd heard about: second- or third-hand, and at such a distance. but here it happens in full colour and hard truth. the attack on bran, and that knife that had been so important.

tears fall down her cheeks -- even after the memory ends. sansa is left clutching the unfinished charm, her chest heaving with sorrow. ]