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genessia2018-01-19 02:05 am
learned_to_die) wrote in genessia2018-01-19 02:05 am
[when you left, i lost a part of me.]
WHO: Eddard Stark & Catelyn Stark
WHERE: Genessia Commonspace
WHEN: Backdated to their arrival
WHAT: Old marrieds have a discussion about life 2.0
WARNINGS: Will update as needed!
[Ned still can't quite believe it, having his beloved Catelyn with him. He dreams of their last meeting in Westeros, sometimes - seeing her outside of Baelish's horrid brothel in King's Landing, her scarf wrapped 'round her head, the blueness of her eyes, the copper of her the hair peaking out from underneath her makeshift hood. He remembers the spiralling feeling in his gut as he watched her ride away, listening to the sound of her horse's hooves grow fainter and fainter with each passing second.
Sometimes, he dreams that he'd gone with her back to Winterfell. Other times, he dreams of escaping King's Landing with the girls, being reunited at their familial home, growing old and living the life he'd always wanted. Still other times his dreams devolve into nightmares of the worst kind, the kind that push him from their bed with a cold sheen of sweat and a heavy breath in his lungs.
He doesn't often share the latter with his wife, partially due to not wanting to worry her but also because he figures the less he talks about it, the less likely they are to come up during the night. It's a theory that's not been proven so far, but he's a stubborn man when he wants to be. He'll keep trying it.
After finding her at her room after she'd arrived, he'd never returned back to the room that had been "his," except to collect his handful of belongings - clothes, his ancestral sword Ice, and some undergarments. He hadn't had much to his name, but it didn't matter. None of it mattered, so long as his beloved wife was at his side.
He knows their time at the Commonspace is drawing to an end, and it's time to speak about what to do now. After doing a bit of exploring, he comes back to their shared room, immediately crossing the room to wrap his arms around her, to hold her close. He'll never take a single embrace for granted ever again, not for as long as they've got this second chance. After sharing a tender kiss, he brushes the hair back from her face and presses his lips to her forehead.]
It seems I've managed to secure a job, of sorts. At a local - university. [The word is still a bit odd, having no such thing back home, but he's adapting as best he can.] It seems I'm to live the life of a Maester, only instead of teaching high-born children about the Great Houses of Westeros, I'll be attempting to teach Ethics.
WHERE: Genessia Commonspace
WHEN: Backdated to their arrival
WHAT: Old marrieds have a discussion about life 2.0
WARNINGS: Will update as needed!
[Ned still can't quite believe it, having his beloved Catelyn with him. He dreams of their last meeting in Westeros, sometimes - seeing her outside of Baelish's horrid brothel in King's Landing, her scarf wrapped 'round her head, the blueness of her eyes, the copper of her the hair peaking out from underneath her makeshift hood. He remembers the spiralling feeling in his gut as he watched her ride away, listening to the sound of her horse's hooves grow fainter and fainter with each passing second.
Sometimes, he dreams that he'd gone with her back to Winterfell. Other times, he dreams of escaping King's Landing with the girls, being reunited at their familial home, growing old and living the life he'd always wanted. Still other times his dreams devolve into nightmares of the worst kind, the kind that push him from their bed with a cold sheen of sweat and a heavy breath in his lungs.
He doesn't often share the latter with his wife, partially due to not wanting to worry her but also because he figures the less he talks about it, the less likely they are to come up during the night. It's a theory that's not been proven so far, but he's a stubborn man when he wants to be. He'll keep trying it.
After finding her at her room after she'd arrived, he'd never returned back to the room that had been "his," except to collect his handful of belongings - clothes, his ancestral sword Ice, and some undergarments. He hadn't had much to his name, but it didn't matter. None of it mattered, so long as his beloved wife was at his side.
He knows their time at the Commonspace is drawing to an end, and it's time to speak about what to do now. After doing a bit of exploring, he comes back to their shared room, immediately crossing the room to wrap his arms around her, to hold her close. He'll never take a single embrace for granted ever again, not for as long as they've got this second chance. After sharing a tender kiss, he brushes the hair back from her face and presses his lips to her forehead.]
It seems I've managed to secure a job, of sorts. At a local - university. [The word is still a bit odd, having no such thing back home, but he's adapting as best he can.] It seems I'm to live the life of a Maester, only instead of teaching high-born children about the Great Houses of Westeros, I'll be attempting to teach Ethics.