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sixthiterationlogs2017-10-17 05:44 pm
thekittenqueen) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-10-17 05:44 pm
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"Perhaps You Could Be A Little More Discreet?"
WHO: Margaery Tyrell
WHERE: The Village
WHEN: 10/17
OPEN TO: All; Closed Starter for Robb
WARNINGS: Pain, headaches, sickness, dark visions
I've Lost my Shadow (OTA)
As much as she wanted to pretend otherwise, the seasons were beginning to shift and winter was steadily approaching. That was something the Starks could be given credit for, they were right about that. As much as she normally enjoyed the color of the leaves (and they were a brilliant collection of reds, oranges and yellows), it was the subtle disappearance of something else that held her attention.
Setting down her basket of harvested fruits, Margaery paused on her walk to the inn. The sun was beginning to descend in the sky, a time when her shadow should have been lengthened, but there was nothing. She could see the homes and trees casting shadows, but hers was simply gone. She stood alone, adrift without her anchor, confused and lost.
Of all the strange things that had happened, this was the most baffling. Earthquakes, rain, hail, she could understand and predict that. But this? This was an oddity that couldn't be explained.
"How is this possible?"
Closed to Robb
It was a feeling that she was beginning to learn to anticipate, the sudden tingle in her head that indicated a vision was about to come. The sun was only beginning to peak over the horizon, a soft pink spreading over the dark sky. Robb was in bed beside her, seemingly undisturbed by her stirring in his arms.
It was only a second between acknowledging that a vision was coming when it hit her at full force, making her feel as if her head was splitting apart. She gave a shriek as she fell off the bed, pressing her palms against her eyes as a swirl of emotions raced over her, feelings not her own. Horror, shock and a looming dread. She could see a hole in the ground, no. It was something else but there and gone again. There was illness and a collection of lost villagers, confused and uncertain though about what, she didn't know.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to catch her breath, nausea rising in her stomach. It seemed like hours, but finally everything disappeared, the visions and emotions they brought. She was crumpled on the floor, the pain in her head intense, leaving her trembling.
When she looked up at Robb, there was shock and disbelief on her face. "What are you doing here?"
WHERE: The Village
WHEN: 10/17
OPEN TO: All; Closed Starter for Robb
WARNINGS: Pain, headaches, sickness, dark visions
As much as she wanted to pretend otherwise, the seasons were beginning to shift and winter was steadily approaching. That was something the Starks could be given credit for, they were right about that. As much as she normally enjoyed the color of the leaves (and they were a brilliant collection of reds, oranges and yellows), it was the subtle disappearance of something else that held her attention.
Setting down her basket of harvested fruits, Margaery paused on her walk to the inn. The sun was beginning to descend in the sky, a time when her shadow should have been lengthened, but there was nothing. She could see the homes and trees casting shadows, but hers was simply gone. She stood alone, adrift without her anchor, confused and lost.
Of all the strange things that had happened, this was the most baffling. Earthquakes, rain, hail, she could understand and predict that. But this? This was an oddity that couldn't be explained.
"How is this possible?"
It was a feeling that she was beginning to learn to anticipate, the sudden tingle in her head that indicated a vision was about to come. The sun was only beginning to peak over the horizon, a soft pink spreading over the dark sky. Robb was in bed beside her, seemingly undisturbed by her stirring in his arms.
It was only a second between acknowledging that a vision was coming when it hit her at full force, making her feel as if her head was splitting apart. She gave a shriek as she fell off the bed, pressing her palms against her eyes as a swirl of emotions raced over her, feelings not her own. Horror, shock and a looming dread. She could see a hole in the ground, no. It was something else but there and gone again. There was illness and a collection of lost villagers, confused and uncertain though about what, she didn't know.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to catch her breath, nausea rising in her stomach. It seemed like hours, but finally everything disappeared, the visions and emotions they brought. She was crumpled on the floor, the pain in her head intense, leaving her trembling.
When she looked up at Robb, there was shock and disbelief on her face. "What are you doing here?"
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"What?" he said, bleary despite the thumping of his pulse, sitting up in the bed as he peered down at her in the thin morning light. "What do you mean, what am I doing here?"
Shifting back the covers, he reached out a hand to help her stand. "Are you all right?"
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'His name...it's...'
"Robb," she said at last, relief washing over her. 'Gods, how could I forget him?' She took his hand, struggling to get back on her feet. Her stomach turned, her face turning pale as she fought against the sharp nausea and rising bile in her throat. "You're Robb." She whispered, leaning against him. "That's your name."
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But this was something else entirely.
"...yes," he slowly replied, her hand still gripped in his own. "And you're Margaery." After a moment's hesitation, his brow creased with worry, he pulled her gently back onto the bed and into his arms.
"Have you hurt yourself?"
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But this, this was difficult to hide.
"No," she said simply, careful not to jostle herself as he drew her closer. "It's a headache, that's all." She had started to write down little details of the village, the things that were starting to slip her mind. Names, places, specific memories, she couldn't know how long they would remain permanent and didn't want to lose them.
"It's nothing to worry about. You should go back to sleep."
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The terrible truth, of course, was that Robb knew Margaery lied to him in dozens of little ways everyday. In the ways of a woman smoothing over the worries of her lover, and in the ways of herself, pretending as though he was enough for a woman for whom flirting with men was akin to breathing. She was excellent at these casual falsehoods, perhaps the best he'd seen, but none of it was cruel or malicious, none of it was willfully concealing anything. She was open to him in ways he knew happened with no one else, and that was more than enough.
And it didn't hurt that those little fibs made going through his day infinitely easier, either.
But this was different. This was blatant and she was in pain, pushing him away from the truth likely out of some misguided need to spare him. Most alarmingly, she was doing a really poor job of it.
"You were screaming, fell out of the bed and then couldn't remember who I was. I'd say that's more than something to worry about, wouldn't you?"
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It pained her to lie to him in this way or to try and shield him from the reality. There was nothing to be done about her visions, only to wait and see what happened. She didn't want him to suffer and watch, unable to help her. She couldn't imagine being in his position, seeing him slowly lose his mind.
But he clearly knew she was lying and it was pointless to try and cover her failure. Any further attempts would just be insulting to them both. "The truth is worse, Robb." She held tightly to him for a moment before getting to her feet. She pulled her notes from her lingerie drawer and brought them over for him to see.
Written in sloppy handwriting were the details of certain events, many of them involving him, as well as the names of everyone in the village. She watched him steadily, hoping this would help him understand as he didn't seem able to before when she spoke about her visions. "I had a vision. It isn't simply pain anymore. I'm becoming sick afterwards and I have started to lose my memories. I forget things, names and faces. It's becoming worse."
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"For how long?" he asks, sitting back enough to look fully at her. "Have you spoken to anyone about this? Any of the healers?"
He had no idea what might be causing these visions, and that was the worst of it — You can't fight an enemy you can't see. But if his heart had lodged itself in his throat at the sheer, horrifying helpless of it all, he wouldn't let Margaery see — Not when it was clear enough now that that same helplessness was terrorizing her, too.
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"No, only Kira. There were others in his world that had visions like this, but not this extreme." Which had given her a moment of hope before it was snatched away. "Even if I spoke to the healers, what could they actually do?" The Observers never made anything simple.
She sat on the edge of the bed, clasping her notes tightly, as if that was enough to help bind it in her mind. "I thought I might learn how to control it somehow, but I wonder now if there is a price exchange? The Observers give something that could help us, but something must be given in return."
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"You need to see a healer," he insisted, leveling Margaery with a fixed gaze. "I've no idea if they might help or not, but you've no way of knowing if you don't ask. Many of them have talents well beyond the reckoning of the maesters of our world."
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She carefully returned her notes to her drawer, hoping that she would remember them the next time. "And if they can't, Robb? If they tell me there is nothing they can do, what then?" That was the plain and simple truth of it. She hadn't asked because she was afraid to know. "I will speak to someone about them. I know I should."
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