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. ]

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[wolfskin]

[ Would that he could go back before this all started and stop them from ever leaving Winterfell, he would not hesitate. But such wishes are foolish and he knows it, he cannot change what happened or what followed. ]

Forgive me for my doubts. [ For they as many as they are heavy. ]

[songsandstories]

[She takes his hand gently in hers, smiling lightly despite the tears that dot her face.]

I am sorry you have them to begin with, especially the ones you have in me.

[wolfskin]

Do not apologize, Sansa, you do not have to apologize. You have done nothing wrong.

[ Nothing at all. She did what she must to survive, like the rest of them. ]

[songsandstories]

The way you all look at me--

[She dips her head down, hair soaked with dye that falls in her face.]

Arya will not even speak to me now.