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brickbybrick2013-03-30 08:53 pm
northless) wrote in brickbybrick2013-03-30 08:53 pm
[closed; take a chance 'verse] yes again
the story of your life
you live it every day
the story of your life
you live it every day
[It's a relief to know he's not going to pressure her about this. "Destined" or not, she'd rather go about things at her own pace. Fuck whatever timeline the gods wanted them to stick to. It's only now that she's learning what it might feel like to be loved by another. It'll take her awhile to get a handle on what it means to love someone back. The only love she's really known in her life is what her father held for her and that was the sort of caring given out of obligation. It's strange to finally know someone who felt for her simply because he thought she deserved it. She would beg to differ but Robb's always been the sort to brook no argument.
I'm not losing you.
After taking a bullet, he showed more concern for her than for himself. She's not quite sure she fully understands it. Was she truly the one who would save him from being shattered or was she, perhaps, the force that would lead him to ruin?]
Thank you for understanding. It means a lot. You're very important to me.
I'm not losing you.
After taking a bullet, he showed more concern for her than for himself. She's not quite sure she fully understands it. Was she truly the one who would save him from being shattered or was she, perhaps, the force that would lead him to ruin?]
Thank you for understanding. It means a lot. You're very important to me.
Edited (sob brook not broker; get it together self) 2013-03-31 12:41 (UTC)
[He blinks, glances at her and smiles, softly, tiredly.
It's a scary thing, being in love. It's even scarier for him--he'd won all the battles, but lost the war and his life partly because of it. This...whatever he has with Une now, he's not going to lose it, not for anything.]
You're important as well. [And that is the truth of it. She's important, not because of destiny or prophecy or whatever, but because he cares. And maybe he does care a little too much, but what does that matter?]
It's a scary thing, being in love. It's even scarier for him--he'd won all the battles, but lost the war and his life partly because of it. This...whatever he has with Une now, he's not going to lose it, not for anything.]
You're important as well. [And that is the truth of it. She's important, not because of destiny or prophecy or whatever, but because he cares. And maybe he does care a little too much, but what does that matter?]
[They're stumbling through this, aren't they? This isn't how things go in the old songs and tales. Love's a lot more complicated than stories would lead one to believe. It's not just a matter of falling for each other and falling into bed (or the other way around as the young wolf did). The road's a lot bumpier than that. True love comes with understanding and, try as they might, they have yet to fully comprehend each other.
In time, perhaps.
If the gods see fit to give them time.
For now, she offers a nod to his reciprocation and leaves it at that.]
What's next?
[She can only hope it's something that will help her save him.]
In time, perhaps.
If the gods see fit to give them time.
For now, she offers a nod to his reciprocation and leaves it at that.]
What's next?
[She can only hope it's something that will help her save him.]
[He flips to another page, and another translation. There should be a drinking game for prophecies, Dany's written in the margins. One shot for each "unless" or some variation on it. Though I doubt anyone would make it through without doing severe damage to their liver.]
This one: She who took his heart first will cast it aside for another, and he will seek love but never find it, lest he meet his other half.
This one: She who took his heart first will cast it aside for another, and he will seek love but never find it, lest he meet his other half.
[His friend was definitely right about that. Page upon page with more terms and conditions than most contracts. This one leaves her in silence for about a minute before she thinks to speak again. If she's the other half, who cast him aside? The names in his dreams...]
Jeyne? What happened to her?
Jeyne? What happened to her?
[Jeyne. Gods, they were so in love before, and yet...]
We met again. It didn't go so well this time. [We've changed too much, Jeyne had said, each word cutting deeper and deeper. What we had before--it isn't going to happen again. I'm sorry.]
She's married now.
We met again. It didn't go so well this time. [We've changed too much, Jeyne had said, each word cutting deeper and deeper. What we had before--it isn't going to happen again. I'm sorry.]
She's married now.
I extend my regrets.
[What else is there that she can say? He's gained much in this life but also lost a great deal in exchange. There's a pang of jealousy but she hides the pain in her eyes. It's instinctive for her to smile to hide the nature of her thoughts but the expression would be improper when paired with the sentiments she had given voice to. Try as she might, the sadness shines through though she does her best to remain placid.
Not everyone is like you. Others are far more capable of loving and being loved in return.]
[What else is there that she can say? He's gained much in this life but also lost a great deal in exchange. There's a pang of jealousy but she hides the pain in her eyes. It's instinctive for her to smile to hide the nature of her thoughts but the expression would be improper when paired with the sentiments she had given voice to. Try as she might, the sadness shines through though she does her best to remain placid.
Not everyone is like you. Others are far more capable of loving and being loved in return.]
Don't be. It was years ago.
[And though it had felt like it would never heal at the time, it had. Slowly, but it healed. He will always care, of course, but he gets it now--they had changed too much, and what he wanted was what had happened before, only better.
Turns out, some dreams are impossible.]
[And though it had felt like it would never heal at the time, it had. Slowly, but it healed. He will always care, of course, but he gets it now--they had changed too much, and what he wanted was what had happened before, only better.
Turns out, some dreams are impossible.]
Years pass and wounds heal but scars remain. Some men would choose to hide such marks as deformity rather than wear them as signs of distinction. People fail to understand that there is no shame in the former, in wanting to appear strong and undaunted to those around you. If it should pain you for me to pry, I won't ask for more answers than you're willing to give.
[Some men only have pride and honor left to cling to in dire times. Sometimes, memories besmirch that. Much as she'd like to pull the old thorn from the young wolf's paw, she doesn't seek to make him bleed either. Sometimes a little pain is necessary for the sake of fostering fortitude.]
[Some men only have pride and honor left to cling to in dire times. Sometimes, memories besmirch that. Much as she'd like to pull the old thorn from the young wolf's paw, she doesn't seek to make him bleed either. Sometimes a little pain is necessary for the sake of fostering fortitude.]
[He's silent, then lets out a soft breath.]
Like I said, it was years ago. Things between us just didn't work out the way I thought they would.
[But for a while--just for a while--he'd been happy. The memories are bittersweet, now, but looking back on them isn't as painful as it used to be.]
Like I said, it was years ago. Things between us just didn't work out the way I thought they would.
[But for a while--just for a while--he'd been happy. The memories are bittersweet, now, but looking back on them isn't as painful as it used to be.]
The past tends to branch out into many futures and not all these branches are without fruit. One of the more encouraging prophecies I've read today. Perhaps the fruit for this future is still unripe. Sourness and bitterness will make way for sweetness soon enough.
[At least she hopes so. If she damns him, she might as well damn herself. She leaves out the last bit to avoid giving him cause for alarm.
In time, the wolf will be fed for as long as he does not seek to climb the tree. Til that time comes, he must be content to wear his ribs as proudly as his fur.]
[At least she hopes so. If she damns him, she might as well damn herself. She leaves out the last bit to avoid giving him cause for alarm.
In time, the wolf will be fed for as long as he does not seek to climb the tree. Til that time comes, he must be content to wear his ribs as proudly as his fur.]
The dead speak to us from thousands of years ago. Did you expect anything less?
[There's one scroll translation she's held off on showing him but the night is growing old. As a contrast to everything else, it's rather straight to the point.]
I found something drawn up by a maegi. It's a ritual of sorts...
[The diagram and instructions are rather complex and it involves more than a little spilt blood along with help from the descendant of one who practiced these lost arts. The first image shows an ox getting its throat slit open and each drawing that follows is more befuddling than the last. Diagrams of blood to be drawn in beach sand as the ocean's waters lap against the shore. A full moon shining down. It's a marriage between blood magic and the tributes to the drowned god.]
We might be able to seal our success with this.
[She's not exactly superstitious but considering all that's happened, would there really be any harm?]
[There's one scroll translation she's held off on showing him but the night is growing old. As a contrast to everything else, it's rather straight to the point.]
I found something drawn up by a maegi. It's a ritual of sorts...
[The diagram and instructions are rather complex and it involves more than a little spilt blood along with help from the descendant of one who practiced these lost arts. The first image shows an ox getting its throat slit open and each drawing that follows is more befuddling than the last. Diagrams of blood to be drawn in beach sand as the ocean's waters lap against the shore. A full moon shining down. It's a marriage between blood magic and the tributes to the drowned god.]
We might be able to seal our success with this.
[She's not exactly superstitious but considering all that's happened, would there really be any harm?]
Father has ways. As for someone to help, we could always consult geneologies. Just say the word.
[As far as she knows, the only price to be paid is the life of an animal plus some monetary compensation for assistance. It looks very much like a bargain if it will make their success a sure thing.]
[As far as she knows, the only price to be paid is the life of an animal plus some monetary compensation for assistance. It looks very much like a bargain if it will make their success a sure thing.]
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