Catelyn | OTA and a closed tag for Robb

[onlyvengeance]

Who: Catelyn Stark
Broadcast: no
Action: a nice dose of hallucinations, for the most part
When: now

A. Hallucinations, OTA

[ At first they were faint, such that she wasn't even certain that she heard them. But a mother knew her children's cries. They were distinct to her, even when they were only small babies. And though she knew in her heart that none of her children would sound like infants, still she heard them. And as time wore on they only got louder and louder, and the compulsion to find them grew more and more urgent. So in earlier stages, she'll simply stop at seemingly random points, listening intently. Later, she will find herself doing things like ripping up the deck plates, or trying to, growing more and more frantic. She may not recognize people that she should. And these moods are chaotic and come out of seemingly nowhere, so you might find her to be perfectly lucid as well. ]

I will find you, my sweetlings. Nothing will hurt you now.

B. Closed to Robb, in the Iskaulit gardens

[The voices did not follow her here to the gardens. And though she was not given to praying in the godswood at home, preferring the ritual of the sept and voices raised in song, she felt compelled to seek the green space and it's quiet here and now. She has closed her eyes and is singing in her heart, seeking a calm she struggles to feel in any other way. And even here it is fleeting. Though it is ship's night and she should be sleeping, she cannot. ]

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[onlyvengeance]

[ Jaime Lannister, a keen observer of humanity, ladies and gents. She whirls to face him, and it is not a friendly expression she wears. It is actually a bit menacing, all things considered. She may know little in terms of the weapons either of them are used to, but here, she knows more of the modern sort. The shoe is firmly on the other foot, now.]

Where are my children, kingslayer?

[ ooh we are back to name-calling. ]

[onehandwonder]

[ He sighs quietly because, really, this whole thing again? Still, that look is enough to have him raising his hands in a gesture of... not quite surrender, but good faith. He means no harm. Yet. ]

I don't know. Maybe they're here somewhere. On another ship, perhaps.

[ He's half tempted to tell her she might have more luck finding them if she would look, but he bites his tongue. He is not without sympathy. He simply is not overburdened with patience either. ]