Catelyn Tully Stark (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2017-02-10 09:18 pm
onlyvengeance) wrote in driftfleet2017-02-10 09:18 pm
Entry tags:
Catelyn | OTA and a closed tag for Robb
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. ]
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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They do not speak to me here. [It isn’t a soothing thought. He wishes the gods would turn to him to give him any clearance. Or an explanation for what Jeyne has done. Gods, he misses her so and on the other side he hates it that he misses her.] I just... Jeyne and I have separated for the time being. I am afraid that being alone will drive me mad.
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What happened? All couples disagree at times.
[ With an effort, she keeps her tone even and calm. ]
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[That would mean he had to tell his mother about what happened a while ago. With Kitty and him being in his cups while behaving like an absolute fool.]
...once I have wooed a lady, I have been drunk and I told her I wanted to see her...her teats, mother. They told Jeyne of this. And apparently this is her revenge. Yet...she tells me it wasn’t her.
And I am not sure about anything anymore. [His smile is sad.] You cannot ask a woman to love a dead man.
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Then it sounds as though you are both a bit to blame.
[ At his last remark she flinches, almost as though he has reached out and struck her, though Robb would never do such a thing. ]
Love is not something that dies with the loved one.
[ She is as stonefaced now as when she learned of Ned's death, but her pain is obvious in her tone. ]
I will love your father until the end of my days, even if I never see his dear face again. Love is not always as the songs and stories would have you believe. The truest love is seen in the smallest of ways. And there is not less of it as time goes by.
Do you love her? Or is it just a pretty face you love?
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[He shakes his head.]
She kissed the man and then blamed me for what happened with the lady Kitty and me...again to return sitting in his lap, showering him with attention. It...it is not even close to the Jeyne I know.
[And that is the biggest upsetting thing of all. She looked like Jeyne and spoke like her...but Jeyne would never. Not everything that happened. What they did.]
What do you think, mother?