╳ ┊❛ ned.

      he feels almost as if there’s someone there, just reaching for his cheek only to fall short. the lord holds his breath, fingers tightening on the reigns as his horse shifts uncomfortably. there’s something off about all of this, there’s something that’s different and he wants to know exactly what it is. however, he hears it again. a voice. a sweet voice that he had not heard in many moons. back stiff, ned pulls at the reigns, his horse shifting in a circle as he looks about. it wasn’t until he went full circle that he finally saw something. his face paled, eyes wide.

“– – – gods be good.”

                                             ^{grin curls, near too large to go contained ;; nonexistent heart stutters   (  youth no longer flesh && bone, unable to experience touch of outside stimulus in such manner yet she knows           knew           her body, the way it would react. t'is naught but mental now, ghostly as she is.  )   && she almost weeps in sheer joy          ❛                   ned !!     ❜          (  does this count as rebirth?  )}

                                             ^{❛     thank the gods !! i’ve been talking to you since dorne, i’ll have you know. CALLING YOU.   (  very poor form to keep your sister waiting.  )   i felt like a child            back when brandon would ignore me && i’d think i was invisible … however, in this case, i was. all the same, it’s about time !!     ❜}

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❛ how boring.

                 Trials throughout years ‘pon underneath his boots, weighted upon his shoulders. E’er would it return to Aerys, to eve of reckoning, when crimson stained shining steel  - as innocents were put to slaughter, while his eyes were turned. Too young, Barristan the Bold had believed he, when the Lannister’s heir had been raised to Kingsguard ; too young - a boy yet at that time, truly, and only he brave enough to do as needed doing.  

     That boy had desired naught more than to lay akin to Arthur Dayne, if not greater - yet his honor sullied, tainted - Kingslayer then, no more in the eyes of others throughout those years. His maiming too, took it’s toll ; faint silver visible throughout golden mane. A pale thing, pale shadow of former self - within ivory he garbed himself, and claimed vigil within vast halls of the Red Keep. 

           A voice interrupted silence.

                              Long unheard, yet recognized - familiar in own way,
                        though impossible, utterly impossible. For long ago, death
                         had claimed it’s source, she of whom uttered such tones. 

                A turn upon feet, agile yet - and eyes widened, 
                   as own sanity he lead to question.

                     ❛ You can’t be here. ❜ 

                ^{for brief moment surprise gains allowance to seep through dead veins ‘fore mien twists ;; disappointment shines in all it’s exaggerated glory && death has not lessened characteristic expressions oft near too large for containment within visage. incorporeal form shifts, tilts 'till she’s right side up && eye level, faded, bare toes devoid of contact with flooring below && head shakes, hidden tongue clucking in disapproval as hands come to rest 'pon hips, slender digits just shy of blood decorating.}

                                             ^{❛   that is not very original. i’m disappointed … i expected a lot more of you … rather, i would have, had i known you’d be capable of seeing me.   ❜}

                ^{rounds of shoulders droop, sound of huff works through nose yet no true exhalation goes given   (  lungs no longer shift 'round air though notice is hardly taken ;; without burn nestled within emptied chest cavity, speech able to continue days, years, undisturbed should desire go forged.  )   eyes rake, naught but curiosity held within colorless gaze 'till               ;; t'is heady lack of surprise of that which goes observed ;; tall && strong && such a pretty, pretty blonde, linking bridge unneeded to see resemblance, to see teenager of years past yet almost, she wishes she didn’t.   (  lack of quips, quick thinking, memories of youth leave her wanting.  )}

                ^{&& again legs lift, cross 'neath shield of sullied skirt ;; every move made, every inch separating insubstantial form from that around her calculated for living eyes, a silent answer to statement made.   (  ’ no, but i am ;; i’m here && isn’t that just grand ?? ’ reach for contact would go made yet she knows nothing would come of it save gentle chill as pallid digits disappeared through wrist, chest, tip of nose.  )}

                                             ^{❛   is that all you’ve to say to me? no greeting after …        all these years? time blends for me, unfortunately ;; how long have i been dead?   ❜     && here is grin arriving on tail spin, as brilliant as it had been in life, all flashing teeth && apples of cheeks just shy of gaining sweet dimples.     ❛   && have you missed me greatly ??   ❜}

(Source: ofwolfmaidsmoved)

❛ ned.

      the trail continued on, ned sitting atop of his horse as they trotted along. he was growing tired, annoyed with having ridden so long and bringing nothing back. for once, he was alone, telling the rest of his party to ride ahead because ned knew he was taking a while. he could see the walls of winterfell rising higher with each step they were taking. soon he would be walking within the wolfswood gate. however, he heard someone say his name, his back straightening right away, fingers tightening on the reigns, seeing no one in his surroundings. pulling his horse to a stop, a hand went to the sword resting on his hip.

      “who’s there?”

                ^{surprise mars visage && she shifts, a blink of an eye && she’s elsewhere, hovering o'er equine head mere inches from brothers face   (  once, long ago, she had been told of how animals were sensitive to that which could not be seen &&, here she attempts to take care, lithe form only half materialized as she peers in pure adolescent hope undiminished by deathly status.  )   singular carmine hand lifts, stops just short of proper contact with his cheek as head cants, matching ends swaying free && she hopes. oh !! she hopes yet potentially hearing is not the same as potentially seeing.   (  she knows from experience.  )}

                                             ^{❛                    did you … hear me ?? finally ??   ❜}

(Source: ofwolfmaidsmoved)

( ❛ & serjaimes )

                ^{&& she comes into existence midair, upside down ;; long hair && white gown trailing   (  red tips && soaked fabric, very vision of TRAGEDY past  )   ;; knees draw to chest, little care for propriety, flashes of insubstantial flesh as faded gaze lands ‘pon golden figure, ever the unexpected presence && for a moment, SPECTER IS SILENT, watching from behind 'fore voice slips   (  there is notable lack of rust caused by disuse ;; still she speaks in DEATH && often, GHOSTLY vocables falling 'pon deaf ears more oft than not, unanswered conversation starters continual reminder of status. here voice is, still as sweet, still as strong 'neath flowery tonality of adolescence lost.  )}

                                     ^{❛               You’re getting old, Jamie Lannister.   ❜}

( ❛ & handofhonor. )

                ^{habit of hers it has become, trailing after members of family as if UNKNOWN PRESENCE would work as apology for that done wrong in life   (  she’s watched infants && training && silently echoed statements ;; tears && LAUGHTER, anger && northern hubris for those she no longer knows, those she never did  )   && she speaks, near constant stream of chatter, plays impossible pranks, screams screams screams for brothers to finally take notice && she figures this is PUNISHMENT ;; forced to remain here, mere sliver of glory entertained in life yet so tiresome it is to be surrounded by those without notice.}

                     ^{❛   NED !! Come on !! I know you can hear me !! Augh, I swear I shall spook your horse …   ❜}

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