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kingnamedstark) wrote in thesphererp2020-06-04 10:04 am
Memory Share - The King in the North Rises
[OOC: The Red Wedding]
[There was little time to register what was happening as the blade was being plunged repeatedly into Jeyne's belly. He could hear her scream, but it sounded distant to him, as had his mother's cry for him. All at once, the room was a battlefield...but that implied there was a chance to fight back. Instead, this was a slaughter, a massacre. His men, still drunk and cheerful, were being fired on by the men Robb assumed were musicians. Knives and swords appeared, cutting open his bannermen indiscriminately. He barely had time to look before a bolt was in his shoulder and knocked him to the ground.
The cries ran together and the smell of blood was thick in the air. Was their laughter? It sounded as if there might be, but it could have been an invention of his mind. Walder Frey certainly seemed capable of it, given the bright grin on his face as he watched this massacre before him. Not far from Robb's body was Jeyne, pale and drained from the attack. She was holding her belly, blood oozing from her. Robb struggled to get to his feet, slipping under his injury and weight. 'The King in the North rises', he heard as the room fell silent.
His mother was screaming behind him, still attempting to make a deal with Walder Frey. 'Let him go,' she urged the Late Lord, the turncoat. 'Let it end'. Robb wasn't listening, his eyes focused on his wife's prone form, her eyes staring up at the sky as her breathing slowed and finally stilled.
Robb clutched her neck, lifting her up, looking for that love and warmth that he had seen moments ago. Little Eddard was under her hand, snuffed out as quickly and forcefully as she had been. His hand rested over hers, his palm suddenly damp from blood. There were still negotiations, his mother telling him to get up and go, that they wouldn't seek retribution on her word as a Tully.
Slowly, Robb got back to his feet, slowly turning towards her.]
Mother...
[What did it matter? How could he go forward from here? He lost everything, the ones he loved, his brothers, his father, his home. There was resignation on his face and in his voice. This was his goodbye to her, his acceptance for what was to come.
Roose was next to him at once, a knife suddenly piercing his heart.]
'The Lannisters send their regards...'
[Everything fades away at that, as he sinks to the floor and falls beside his wife's body. The end didn't take long to find him.]
[There was little time to register what was happening as the blade was being plunged repeatedly into Jeyne's belly. He could hear her scream, but it sounded distant to him, as had his mother's cry for him. All at once, the room was a battlefield...but that implied there was a chance to fight back. Instead, this was a slaughter, a massacre. His men, still drunk and cheerful, were being fired on by the men Robb assumed were musicians. Knives and swords appeared, cutting open his bannermen indiscriminately. He barely had time to look before a bolt was in his shoulder and knocked him to the ground.
The cries ran together and the smell of blood was thick in the air. Was their laughter? It sounded as if there might be, but it could have been an invention of his mind. Walder Frey certainly seemed capable of it, given the bright grin on his face as he watched this massacre before him. Not far from Robb's body was Jeyne, pale and drained from the attack. She was holding her belly, blood oozing from her. Robb struggled to get to his feet, slipping under his injury and weight. 'The King in the North rises', he heard as the room fell silent.
His mother was screaming behind him, still attempting to make a deal with Walder Frey. 'Let him go,' she urged the Late Lord, the turncoat. 'Let it end'. Robb wasn't listening, his eyes focused on his wife's prone form, her eyes staring up at the sky as her breathing slowed and finally stilled.
Robb clutched her neck, lifting her up, looking for that love and warmth that he had seen moments ago. Little Eddard was under her hand, snuffed out as quickly and forcefully as she had been. His hand rested over hers, his palm suddenly damp from blood. There were still negotiations, his mother telling him to get up and go, that they wouldn't seek retribution on her word as a Tully.
Slowly, Robb got back to his feet, slowly turning towards her.]
Mother...
[What did it matter? How could he go forward from here? He lost everything, the ones he loved, his brothers, his father, his home. There was resignation on his face and in his voice. This was his goodbye to her, his acceptance for what was to come.
Roose was next to him at once, a knife suddenly piercing his heart.]
'The Lannisters send their regards...'
[Everything fades away at that, as he sinks to the floor and falls beside his wife's body. The end didn't take long to find him.]
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[She leans in to gently wipe at his tears with her thumb.]
How could that be, when I hear your heart beat every night?
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[The sad reality. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't completely feel alive.]
My brother and sister tell me to live here, but I forgot how to do that. I don't think I can.
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If this is heaven, we are not meant to suffer here.
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It seems that this place wants us to confront what has happened and what we've seen.
This isn't punishment, but it's suffering all the same.
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[While Roman Catholic by birth, the Thénardiers were far from religious. But Eponine knew enough of the stories and bibles were easier to come by to read.]
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[He can guess though.]
Only the Seven Heavens and Seven Hells.
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Would it help if I kissed you for each of the hells and heavens? [No, it won't. But she wants to do something to be able to help Robb.] You may say no, I will not take offense.
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The kisses would be sweet.
[Just as she was, innocent in a way and worldly in another.]
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[But she goes to him, wrapping her arms around him, holding him to her chest. He can unburden to her all he wishes. She's here to listen and she's happy to do it.
She starts kissing him gently. His cheeks, forehead. eyelids, everywhere, each soft and tender.]
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He holds her tightly, letting the darkness of everything he's seen bleed away.]
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She was just happy to be there.]
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Despite himself, he falls asleep in her arms, long needed and much overdue.]