Jon Snow (
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memshare | Father's watching
[The memory being broadcast.
The memory is in the courtyard of a stone keep, still surrounded by green and not yet covered by the snow of the coming winter. Jon stands in the courtyard with two of his brothers, Robb and Bran. Bran is practicing his archery. "Father's watching. And your mother," Jon tells him.
Bran's shot goes wide, which prompts laughter from Robb and Jon.
"And which one of you was a marksman at ten?" This from their father.
Some advice from them this time -- not to think too hard from Jon, and to relax his bow arm from Robb -- and this time there's an arrow hitting the center of the target. Only it wasn't fired by Bran; it was their sister Arya who hit the target. This gets more laughter from Robb and Jon as Bran chases Arya.
As their father leaves to tend to some business, Robb collects stray arrows, and Jon returns the arrows to where they belong, the memory ends with Jon looking up to see his father's wife staring down at him.
The memory is in the courtyard of a stone keep, still surrounded by green and not yet covered by the snow of the coming winter. Jon stands in the courtyard with two of his brothers, Robb and Bran. Bran is practicing his archery. "Father's watching. And your mother," Jon tells him.
Bran's shot goes wide, which prompts laughter from Robb and Jon.
"And which one of you was a marksman at ten?" This from their father.
Some advice from them this time -- not to think too hard from Jon, and to relax his bow arm from Robb -- and this time there's an arrow hitting the center of the target. Only it wasn't fired by Bran; it was their sister Arya who hit the target. This gets more laughter from Robb and Jon as Bran chases Arya.
As their father leaves to tend to some business, Robb collects stray arrows, and Jon returns the arrows to where they belong, the memory ends with Jon looking up to see his father's wife staring down at him.
Audio; un: littlebird
Come over. I need my big brother.
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I'll be right there.
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[When Jon arrives, she immediately throws herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck like she would with Robb (“she’ll be taller than you someday!” Their parents would laugh). She sobs freely for the first time in what feels like forever, allowing all the pain to wash over her.]
I miss them. I miss them all so much!
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I know. I do too.
[Robb, who hadn't been that much older than him. Rickon, who never should have been involved in any of it in the first place. Ned, who taught him most of what he knows.]
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audio: marshes
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She sounds like it. I'd like to meet her some day.
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audio un:pnwsalex
Also hi, I'm Alex. I'm a friend of your sister's.
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Broadcasting our memories? That's...comforting.
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Yeah. It’s one of the worst things about being here. But at least it’s not too terribly bad of one, I guess.
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[She can't help but smile as she watches the memory. She knows that she should look away but it's so sweet. It's times like these that Inësa wishes her family had been like this.]
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[The bigger the family, the more potential heirs there are.]
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[Maria hates her.]
Do you mind telling me more about your family? I'd love to hear about them.
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text; un: guerin
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You had many siblings it looks like? That must have been very nice.
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[He doesn't consider himself one of them. He's not a Stark. Not in the ways that matter in Westeros, anyway.]
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video; private
video; private
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Audio un: theboneless
[The voice speaks with a curious accent, something not found in Westeros. There's a careful tone to it as if the speaker doesn't wish to show too much emotion. It dredges up old memories in Ivar, times when he and his brothers had been happy, before everything had gone to shit. All his fault, of course, there was no denying that, but it still hurt nonetheless.]
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[They're reduced by a few now, but he doesn't feel like talking about that at the moment. Or probably ever. They had started out five in number, and that's what matters.
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[Key word there being 'had'. One was dead, killed by Ivar's own hand no less, and the rest were all estranged from him, also his own fault. He had started wondering if he was destined to burn all that he ever touched.]
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