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thespherelogs2020-11-01 05:30 pm
ulfur) wrote in thespherelogs2020-11-01 05:30 pm
All halls lead somewhere
Who: Ned Stark and fam (Sansa, Robb, Jon, Theon, etc.); others who are meeting him (Eponine, etc.)
What: reunions and meetings
When: November 1-7
Where: starting at Sansa's shop and going from there
Warning(s): news of character/loved one death, discussion of past abuse, sex
Waking
The first thing he is aware of is the blissful lack of pain. His constant companion of his days in the dungeon is gone, in its place the relief of wholeness, his leg free of its plaster and feeling as though it had never been shattered. His fever must be great, to free him from that pain.
Ned blinks awake to the sound of Jon Arryn's voice. He hears so many voices these days. Some of them long dead, some of them newly lost. Some still alive in this world. It does not surprise him to hear his foster father's. Nor to know that he has a purpose assigned to him by the man he loved like a father.
The delusion that follows is great indeed. Sights that he has never imagined. The glass beneath the sea, like the glass gardens of Winterfell placed underwater. The place he has traded the dungeons for, great comfort by comparison. When he ventures from the dome, dressed in a grey doublet and trousers and a dark jerkin of something not quite leather, it is in the knowledge that this is the strangest of fever dreams.
Reuniting
[Starters below]
What: reunions and meetings
When: November 1-7
Where: starting at Sansa's shop and going from there
Warning(s): news of character/loved one death, discussion of past abuse, sex
Waking
The first thing he is aware of is the blissful lack of pain. His constant companion of his days in the dungeon is gone, in its place the relief of wholeness, his leg free of its plaster and feeling as though it had never been shattered. His fever must be great, to free him from that pain.
Ned blinks awake to the sound of Jon Arryn's voice. He hears so many voices these days. Some of them long dead, some of them newly lost. Some still alive in this world. It does not surprise him to hear his foster father's. Nor to know that he has a purpose assigned to him by the man he loved like a father.
The delusion that follows is great indeed. Sights that he has never imagined. The glass beneath the sea, like the glass gardens of Winterfell placed underwater. The place he has traded the dungeons for, great comfort by comparison. When he ventures from the dome, dressed in a grey doublet and trousers and a dark jerkin of something not quite leather, it is in the knowledge that this is the strangest of fever dreams.
Reuniting
[Starters below]