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An Angel's Magic 🌼 Memory Share

The sky is blue swirled with lighter hues of purple and yellow, dotted with thick fluffy clouds and yet, you know that it'll never rain. It is a world of spring, rebirth and light. It is your home. It fills you with not only purpose but strength and happiness as well. The light around you shines as you look down at the ruins that make up your home. White stone glimmers in the sunlight while long vines of green twist over every surface.

This was her home.

The view pulled back to show a young girl of eight or night. Her skin was white, glowing and shimmering with magic. Bright starling purple eyes looked up at the screen as if there was something beyond it that had caught her interest. The young girls hair was white, falling to her shoulders as if magic leaked from the thin tendrils into her skin. Her entire body radiated with power and magic. It was her body. White angelic wings curled around her back, wrapping around her shoulders like a feathered cloak.

"Young one." A kind but gruff voice called to her and she turned. The image pulled out a little more showing an older man with kind blue eyes. His hair was grayed with a thick beard. He wore white robes and held a knotted pale wooden staff in his hands. "It is time for you to control your magic. Focus and reform."

The little girl frowned but then gave a determined nod. "Yes, elder."

She closed her eyes and felt something inside of her resist the change. This was her turn form but she'd burn out if she stayed this way. She was like the sun. She was warm and bright but she'd burn out. She ignored the uneasy feeling blossoming in the pit of her stomach and focused again. She saw the elders blue eyes in her mind but something altered and shivered as if it too was wrong. When she opened her eyes again the eerie purple was replaced by a soft blue gray. Her light touched skin began to soften and gain color but her hair remained white, power flowing from the tips of the strands into her wings.

"I can't..." Her voice trembled as she looked up at her mentor.

He frowned at her and shook his head. "You must young one. Focus."

She looked down at the ground and focused. Her breathing steadied as her hair began to change. It started at the roots and then grew down the curve of white as a wheat blond grew in its place. Her hair passed her shoulders and for a moment the ends continued to leak magic into her wings. Her skin softened more, gaining a light tan hue that resembled that of a human girl.

She smiled up at her elder. "I did it!"

He shook his head at her, his expression more sever than before. She was taking to look and looking back on it now, she knew that he was wondering if it was all a mistake. "No child." His voice was calm and patient. "Your wings should remain hidden as well. They are a part of your magic."

She frowned and looked back at the white feathered wings. They weren't glowing anymore but they were a part of her. "Okay." She exhaled again and slowly, painfully, her wings retracted into her tiny body. They shouldn't have fit but they had too.

When she finished she was kneeling on the ground with tears streaking down her pale cheeks. She wore a white robe similar to the elders though it was simpler in its design. She continued to cry as scarlet drops of red stained the white fabric.

"Good." His voice was warm and proud but he didn't move towards the crying child. Instead he turned and left her there.

She hadn't thought it would hurt but it had and the memory of the pain twisted through her body as a wrongness sat in the pit of her stomach. She curled up on the lovely white stone and cried until there was nothing left inside of her.

As the memory faded, the young girl opened her eyes and looked up at the sky. Her lips moved but her voice couldn't be heard.

[ooc: Picture Reference. Those who saw her during the age down event would recognize Angel/Inesa.]

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I don't care. Do you want to come here?

[Or he can go to her place, if she'd be more comfortable there.]

I would like to. You don't have a roommate or are you in the dorms?

[Currently she does and while they live in separate areas of the house, she isn't sure that her roommate knows about her status as an angel yet.]

I live alone.

[Which is a fairly strange concept to him. Even when he had space that was his own, it was always as part of a household.]

Then I will come to you and I can show you.

[She heads towards the single apartments and finds the one that belongs to him. Inesa isn't sure why she's so nervous but she hesitates before lightly knocking on his door.]

Enter.

[The door's not locked, and he's expecting it to be her, so he doesn't see a need to open it for her.]

[She carefully opens the door to Jon's room and slips inside.

The room is smaller than her own but designed perfectly for a single person. Inesa isn't sure if there is enough room to do more than show him her wings but that is alright. For the moment, her intention is only to show him.]

Hello. [She greets him with a small smile.

She's wearing a white dress that hangs to her knees while covering her arms in lace. Her hair is braided and falls on either side of her shoulders. There are white toggles fastening the dress down her back and she gently begins to undo them, starting at her neck and trailing down to the base of her spine.] I haven't summoned my wings for some time.

It will take a moment.

[Besides the time it takes to open up her dress at the back. Inesa doesn't want to rip the fabric.]

[He just watches, and waits, because by now he's learned that whatever she's about to show him is worth the time it takes to see it. They haven't known each other that long, they still have a lot to discover about each other, but he has figured out that much already.

He waits, and he says nothing, not wanting to ruin her concentration or break the mood.]

[Her arm carefully holds the fabric of her dress against her chest as she turns so that her back is within view.

Her body is perfect, her skin pale, with no scars marring its pristine surface. Even so, the skin between her shoulder blades shifts as feathers begin to grow. There wasn't any blood on her skin and nothing besides the feathers move as the white tufts begin to grow and form into lovely white wings. There are flecks of scarlet against the white but the drops slide away and vanish in a magical hiss.

When she's finished she's almost afraid to turn to face him but she'd already come this far.

Her dress looks as if it's threatening to slide off her as the large white feathered wings curl to either side of her shoulders. A sigh of relief falls from her lips as she stretches the extra appendages. It's been some time since she's summoned her wings and it shows in the way that the muscles on her back begin to relax.]

What do you think?

[He just stares in awe for a moment, like when he'd seen the ocean for the first time, only in that case at least he'd been aware of the existence of oceans. This is something new entirely.]

I've never seen anything like it.

[And he's seen dragons.]

They're gorgeous.

[She turns just enough to meet his gaze as his eyes fix on her wings. This isn't the first time that she's shown someone her wings but it feels different with Jon and she can't help the rising flush that rises from her clavicle to her cheeks.]

Thank you.

You can touch them, if you'd like.

[Only the down feathers beneath her wings, near her back were sensitive to touch.]

Touch them? [He's touched a dragon. Why not wings growing out of a person? Are those any less likely to exist than dragons are? No one had believed the rumors of dragons until they'd seen them for themselves.

He reaches out and gently runs his hand along the feathers.]

You had to hide them?

[She inclines her head in a slight nod and then waits to feel the brush of his fingers against the silky surface of the feathers. His hand is warm and the feeling of his hand against the feathery limbs sends a little jolt of electricity down her spine.

Her arm tightens slightly against her chest, holding the fabric in place while reminding her to keep her breathing steady.]

I did. They are a piece of my magic. I was told if that magic went unchecked, it could hurt people. I don't know a lot about it myself but there were others there who could keep their wings visible. I was always told not too.

Now... I'm not so sure why. It hurt so much to hide them.

[She turns towards him and sweeps her wings around her so that they encompass both her and Jon, before playfully booping him on the head.

Inesa smiles at him and a little laugh escapes her lips as she accidentally messes up Jon's hair.]

[That bit of playfulness gets a laugh out of him. He doesn't even mind if his hair is messed up. If he doesn't tie it back, then it goes wherever it wants to, which is why he ties it back so often. So let it do what it wants.

Then a shadow crosses his face and he gets serious again.]

Hiding things, even when it's meant to do good, it hurts.

[Her smile falters and falls as his words weight heavily upon her shoulders. He's right. There has been so much she's been told to hide, only to have it wound her. Everything that's happened is because she'd been asked to hide so much.

Inesa steps forward, encasing them both in the shelter of her wings as she gently takes Jon's hand. Her expression softens and strengthens despite the sadness reflecting in the light of her eyes and she smiles.]

Yes but we don't have to hide now.

I don't want to hide anything from you Jon.

I was hiding things I didn't even know I was hiding. Things that were hidden from me.

[Which explains why he didn't know he was hiding them.]

I know why they were hidden, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt to know that they were.

[She listens carefully but she doesn't understand.]

It isn't something that you're hiding if it is also hidden from you. Hiding things and having things hidden from you; they are different weights. It isn't easy to hide from the people you care about but sometimes you think its to protect them.

I've found that the only want to truly protect someone is to do it together.

I know that doesn't change the pain but maybe it makes it a little better. To know that person cared so much about you, that they held onto the guilt and worry and told no one.

I know why he did it, because I know what would have happened if he hadn't. He was the most honorable man I knew, forced to lie every day, to everyone. Even his own family. He wasn't just hiding the truth about me, but about his sister too. It must have been so hard for him. I owe him my life. In more ways than one.

[The promise that he'd made to Lyanna, it was a testament to how much he'd loved his sister. And his sister's son.

He extricates himself from her encircling wings so he can find somewhere to sit.]

He promised to tell me about my mother, the next time we saw each other. There never was a next time.

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[She gently moves her wings out of his way, allowing Jon space to move. She can't sit herself but she takes a small step closer and stands within a comfortable speaking range.]

I'm sorry.

I don't know what comfort I can offer Jon and I cannot offer closure but you don't need to carry the weight of this alone. You... aren't alone.

I know. Sansa understands, as much as she can.

[There's not really anyone who can understand, not all of it. Danaerys might know how dangerous certain names are to carry around, but she at least always knew who she was.]

She's not my sister. Sansa. Not really. She's my cousin.

Does it matter? If you love her then she is your family.

[She looks down at the ground as if suddenly uncertain.]

I have family here but none are related to me by blood.

I know. She's my sister. [She will always be his sister, even if by blood, they're cousins.]

My family is just different than I thought it was.

I understand. Me- my family. Where I'm from we don't have family. We are all a family in a way. [She tightens her grip on her dress and kneels so that she's positioned in front of him on the couch.] But I had a twin sister. It was a bad omen and in the end, we were cast out. I hadn't known for so long and when the elder told me... he promised that I didn't tell Maria.

We were cursed and he said the curse would eat away at her soul.

I believed him and kept the secret for years and... Maria has never forgiven me for it.

[She gently takes his hand and rests her cheek against the back of it.]

I'm sorry that you've been through that too but I know because I've kept a secret, that your family loves you Jon. Even if it didn't go well. I just... don't want to see you hate them the way Maria hates me. [Her wings fall to the floor like a cloak of feathers cascading from her back.]

I don't hate them. I don't think I ever could, and not because of this secret. Only one of them knew it, anyway. I can't hate him for keeping the truth from me.

He saved my life by hiding the truth. He kept me safe, like he promised he would. If the king had known my true identity, he would have killed me. Had me killed, more accurately, since he had stopped doing his own killing years before.

[Quite possibly Rhaegar was the last person Robert had killed with his own hands.]

[She smiles up at him.]

Good.

Um... should I put my wings away? They might be in the way.

I'd always wanted answers. I just didn't imagine when I got them that they would be those answers.

[Answers which, apparently, turn out not to mean much.]

They are a bit in the way.

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