ᴛᴡᴏ ♚ broken dreams and silent screams

[wolfskin]

Is there naught we can do but sit and wait for this... affliction to run it's course?

[ Robb fears he knew the answer to this question before it ever left his mouth. By his tone he is by no means pleased. (But who is?) The background a low rumble can be heard, heavy foot falls soon joining them as Grey Wind paces the room.

The line across his neck was the first to appear, spreading like greyscale. Then the heart... bleeding words as if that sword had truly pierced his chest. Robb covered them with scarves and leathers, but it did little to hide the stains. They simply bleed through as if the fabric had never been there to begin with.

The padding suddenly stops with a bestial groan. Grey Wind plops down at his feet, quite literally on his feet. Thanks bro. ]

Alright boy, lets go outside.

[ Neither wolf nor king seem to be good at sitting, so outside they go. With journal in hand and stains for all to see. ]

Comments

[savethedarkness]

I'm glad you have them here with you. ... I can't say I'm so lucky myself, but one of the men I work with is here.

[what she isn't saying is that at this point, Bond may as well be family]

[wolfskin]

Even familiar faces can ease the strain, I am glad you have him with you.

[savethedarkness]

As am I, but don't let him know I told you so, or I'll never hear the end of it.

[wolfskin]

Your secret is safe with me, you have my word.

[savethedarkness]

Thank you, Robb. So you've all made it through the earthquake in one piece, I take it?

[wolfskin]

We did, this castle's walls are quite sturdy.

[savethedarkness]

Then I'm glad to hear it. Give my regards to your lady mother, and to your sister.

[wolfskin]

I shall, Emma.