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driftfleet2016-05-18 04:50 pm
nedstarksbastard) wrote in driftfleet2016-05-18 04:50 pm
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you gotta hold on to what you got, babe
Who: Jon "Ned Stark's bastard" Snow, Robb "king of sad trombone noises" Stark (kingofbadlifechoices), Sansa "wants snuggles and cakes gets struggles and no cakes" Stark (steeledskin), and Bran "guys I fucked up and told the truth" Stark (summerschild)
Broadcast: n/a!
Action: Blue Fish. warnings for ASOIAF spoilers and discussions of death.
When: Just after these two threads.
[Jon does not stop first at Robb's room. He's not sure he can do this alone, as he told Sansa--he'd rather do this with all of them in one room. He could argue that it's for a pragmatic reason--he'd been beyond the Wall at the time of the Red Wedding, he doesn't have all the details--but in truth, he's not too sure he'll be able to keep his composure while talking about it.
So he finds Sansa and Bran, first.
Then he knocks on Robb's door, and breathes out. His breath, damn it, comes out just a little shakier than usual, his guard down much more than usual. With the developments of the past few hours, his walls have taken something of a hit, though he's trying very hard not to show the sheer panic happening inside.
Another knock. Open up, Stark.]
kingofbadlifechoices), Sansa "wants snuggles and cakes gets struggles and no cakes" Stark (steeledskin), and Bran "guys I fucked up and told the truth" Stark (summerschild)Broadcast: n/a!
Action: Blue Fish. warnings for ASOIAF spoilers and discussions of death.
When: Just after these two threads.
[Jon does not stop first at Robb's room. He's not sure he can do this alone, as he told Sansa--he'd rather do this with all of them in one room. He could argue that it's for a pragmatic reason--he'd been beyond the Wall at the time of the Red Wedding, he doesn't have all the details--but in truth, he's not too sure he'll be able to keep his composure while talking about it.
So he finds Sansa and Bran, first.
Then he knocks on Robb's door, and breathes out. His breath, damn it, comes out just a little shakier than usual, his guard down much more than usual. With the developments of the past few hours, his walls have taken something of a hit, though he's trying very hard not to show the sheer panic happening inside.
Another knock. Open up, Stark.]
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Sansa told me. I had heard no news since before Winterfell burned.
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[Robb lets out a sigh after those words, feeling tears sting behind his eyes. In a way he still hopes that this is some lie. But his lord father has not raised his children to become liars. They all know, they all confirm the same scenario and Robb's head is still spinning.
Without any further words he carries Bran to his bed and puts him down carefully. There is a bit of an urge to cover him with a blanket and tuck him in but he refrains from that. He does not entirely know what to do, how to sit, what to ask.
He gazes at their faces for a long, silent time before he finally speaks.]
I think it is better for me to listen. If I have questions I will ask them. [Even to his own ears his voice sounds soft and very worn down.] I have heard of feasts because of my...well...death at King's Landing. I wish to know the full truth of it.
[And he's fairly sure that it will hurt.]
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as if to punish herself, however, sansa does disentangle herself from her brothers' personal spaces. she sinks to the far edge of the room -- as though she might be able to become one with the wall.
my brothers were traitors, and they've gone to traitors' graves. it is treason to love a traitor. those were the words she'd spoken on the day she learned of robb's betrayal at the twins. like killing him all over again. ]
The truth, Robb?
[ she trembles. will she be censured for telling the truth? baleful, she looks at jon -- as if hoping he might prove himself more knowledgeable than herself in this political thicket. ]
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[Sansa looks at him, and all Jon wants to say is to point out that he was beyond the Wall. He doesn't know everything about Robb's death, hadn't even known until days (weeks?) afterwards. But he lets out a sigh, then looks at Robb.
They've kept it a secret for long enough. Time to lay it bare, he supposes.]
They called it the Red Wedding, from what I heard. [He also heard that they mutilated his brother's corpse afterwards, but that, he's not going to talk about. For all he knows, it's just a rumor, but he wouldn't put it past the Freys to have done so. Rage boils in his chest at the thought of it--wasn't it enough, that they betrayed and murdered his brother?] As far as I know, you were betrayed by both the Freys and the Boltons at your uncle's wedding, and died with much of your army there. Afterwards, they gave the North to Roose Bolton, for turning on you.
[And Arya to his bastard.]
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Aye, the truth. [He is not sure if he is truly sad at the prospect of dying. What saddens him is that he dies in such a way. That there is no honorable death on the battlefield, there is no flock of children to look forward to and his family is nowhere near safe. And he will never be able to get justice for his father's death.
And while his siblings tell him the truth he tries to look at them and process their words. He tries to nod and he tries to pretend that he is perfectly able to string all this information together. But somewhere between Jon mentioning the death of his men and Bran talking about all those people who have been part of his own youth dying he starts to feel angry. His hands clench to fists and he presses his lips tightly onto each other.]
They put Winterfell to the torch, is it not? I cannot do anything at all anymore. Getting out... [Robb snorts the most bitter snort that has ever existed. What was he thinking? Being able to accept such truths, to take them like a man and nod bravely because he is a king and that is what kings do. At this point Robb feels anything but a king. More like a failure of a brother and a son.] I cannot get out of there... [He covers his eyes for a moment, trying to rub his tears away with the palms of his hands.]
And mother...?
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sansa's throat feels hoarse and hot when she finally pipes up with a shred of honesty: ] With you, at the Red Wedding. I want to believe the two of you had each other, at least.
[ quiet blessings and threadbare thoughts. she's prayed for this memory often enough, alone, in the cold heights of the vale. hope that at least they were together when they died. ]
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Gods, Lady Catelyn.
Jon has never felt any warmth from her, has always been treated rather coldly by her, has always known she never loved him--the bastard, the reminder that her husband's famed honor had faltered for a night. But even then, he hopes she had a quick death, a merciful one, even if he privately doubts the Freys cared overmuch about being merciful. She deserves that much.]
I'm sorry. [For what? For Robb's lady mother? For not being there, like he had so wanted to be? For not knowing until long after the wedding? For failing, in so many ways? For keeping all of it a secret?
Where does he even start?]
If there's anything else you want to know, you can ask, and you'll have an honest answer. [You're gonna regret that, Snow.]