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paradisalogs2012-10-08 04:21 pm
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When the men take me to the devil tree I will be free and shining like before
Who: Alayne Stone/ Sansa Stark and SO VERY OPEN
What: Nightmares
When: During the event
Where: Westeros aka the place made of nightmares and where happiness does not exist
Rating: PG-13/R; trigger warning for abuse/ character death/ graphic images, spoilers for Storm of Swords
King's Landing - Part One
The sun glistens on the Southern town. There's a warm breeze that moves through the air as townsfolk and commoners gather in front of the Great Sept of Baelor. A platform is raised and a man is chained, injured. Guards stand around him, but none seem to be helping. In fact, the crowd jeers at the man.
"Traitor." They yell.
But a young girl stands off to the side, red hair is her definer. The red hair that makes her more Tully than Stark. She stands next to a beastly man. In her nightmare he looks more dog-like than man. But the real spectacle is the blonde boy with the crown on his head. He speaks words, but it matters little.
The guards bring the man who is chained forward. Death. That is his punishment. The girl tries to scream, but she can't. Not as they make the man bend the knee. Not as the executioner steps forward. The redheaded girl tries to break free. She tries so hard. She's more frantic and more emotional than anyone in the castle has ever seen her.
But there is little anyone can do. All is silent until that sound, the sound of a blade swinging and hitting something.
Sansa can't look. She becomes limp. That is it. Her father is dead. Let the real nightmare begin.
King's Landing - Part Two
It starts off dark, as if in a den. At first it's too dark to see anything, but there's something moving in the dark. A growl, a snare, they're closer now. But as eyes adjust to the dark, lions emerge from the dark. Hungry, fat lions with teeth bared. They are out for blood and they smell it on her. When she looks down, she's surrounded by red flowers, red flowers and pure fear.
But when Sansa looks up from the flowers in her lap, the great hall where the Iron Throne sits is in front of her. She is hopeless now, void of any emotion. She is called to court, so she must answer. Joffrey Baratheon, first of his name, sits upon the throne, a child, but a brute. He stands and addresses her.
She must answer for her brother's crimes. Bended at the knee in front of him, she denounces her father, her brother, her family. She is no longer a Stark. But it does not please him. He is angered by the sudden war thrust upon him. It is her fault. He orders the guards to beat her.
"Spare her face." The boy king tells them.
Men who are bigger than her hit her as hard as they can. She stumbles, a choke escapes. The look on the king's face shows he likes it. He likes knowing he's hurt her. But it isn't enough. A Stark should be humiliated. He tells his men she is overdressed. So they rip her clothes from her. Her dress is easily torn. She is in pain and tries to hide herself, but it does little to help.
The men turn into lions when she raises her head. They snap at her, trying to bite. She's back in the den again, crawling back to escape, but the more she moves, the more lions come into view.
The North/ The Eyrie
It's a dinner scene. She's in Winterfell, sitting around the hall with her family and their bannermen. But as Sansa looks at each member of her family, they begin to shift. First her eyes fall on her father. Ned Stark's face distorts to look he had when Joffrey showed her his spike. He's dead, skin pale, hair matted with blood, and his tongue sticking out. But it's his eyes. They're hollow and discolored, gone is the look of her father, Warden of the North.
Her eyes shift next to Catelyn Stark. Her red hair turns to blood that washes down her body. Her dress is blacked and slashed. There's a heavy red mark across her throat, and then her eyes turn the same discolored and vacant as Ned's.
Robb Stark sits on the other side of her father. Her true born brother, his face distorts as well. He is wearing battle armor now, but instead of his head, a direwolf's head takes its place.
"Grey Wind." Sansa whispers.
Adorned on the wolf's head is a crown, it's forced on his head. It's sewn to the body of Robb Stark and he sits rigidly in his seat, holding a wine cup. Red washes over him slowly and she cannot take her eyes off of him.
Save that Arya's seat is completely gone now. She tries to move toward the seat, but her younger sister cannot be found and there's nothing Sansa can do.
Not when her two younger brothers are skeletons. Charred and darkened. They sit at the table unmoving. Bran and Rickon are just in their seats.
Finally, Sansa looks to the end of the table. Her bastard brother is the farthest away. He's there, but shrouded in black. She calls for him, but he's turned from the table now. The black has him.
Her family is dead. Winterfell is gone. Her red hair turns to a dark brown and Winterfell's hall twists into the Eyrie's moon door. Petyr stands on the other side, cruel but clearly her safety. The door is open, showing the air below, and she knows someone was pushed. She knows who as well, but she is not Sansa now.
She is Alayne, lost of her family.
What: Nightmares
When: During the event
Where: Westeros aka the place made of nightmares and where happiness does not exist
Rating: PG-13/R; trigger warning for abuse/ character death/ graphic images, spoilers for Storm of Swords
King's Landing - Part One
The sun glistens on the Southern town. There's a warm breeze that moves through the air as townsfolk and commoners gather in front of the Great Sept of Baelor. A platform is raised and a man is chained, injured. Guards stand around him, but none seem to be helping. In fact, the crowd jeers at the man.
"Traitor." They yell.
But a young girl stands off to the side, red hair is her definer. The red hair that makes her more Tully than Stark. She stands next to a beastly man. In her nightmare he looks more dog-like than man. But the real spectacle is the blonde boy with the crown on his head. He speaks words, but it matters little.
The guards bring the man who is chained forward. Death. That is his punishment. The girl tries to scream, but she can't. Not as they make the man bend the knee. Not as the executioner steps forward. The redheaded girl tries to break free. She tries so hard. She's more frantic and more emotional than anyone in the castle has ever seen her.
But there is little anyone can do. All is silent until that sound, the sound of a blade swinging and hitting something.
Sansa can't look. She becomes limp. That is it. Her father is dead. Let the real nightmare begin.
King's Landing - Part Two
It starts off dark, as if in a den. At first it's too dark to see anything, but there's something moving in the dark. A growl, a snare, they're closer now. But as eyes adjust to the dark, lions emerge from the dark. Hungry, fat lions with teeth bared. They are out for blood and they smell it on her. When she looks down, she's surrounded by red flowers, red flowers and pure fear.
But when Sansa looks up from the flowers in her lap, the great hall where the Iron Throne sits is in front of her. She is hopeless now, void of any emotion. She is called to court, so she must answer. Joffrey Baratheon, first of his name, sits upon the throne, a child, but a brute. He stands and addresses her.
She must answer for her brother's crimes. Bended at the knee in front of him, she denounces her father, her brother, her family. She is no longer a Stark. But it does not please him. He is angered by the sudden war thrust upon him. It is her fault. He orders the guards to beat her.
"Spare her face." The boy king tells them.
Men who are bigger than her hit her as hard as they can. She stumbles, a choke escapes. The look on the king's face shows he likes it. He likes knowing he's hurt her. But it isn't enough. A Stark should be humiliated. He tells his men she is overdressed. So they rip her clothes from her. Her dress is easily torn. She is in pain and tries to hide herself, but it does little to help.
The men turn into lions when she raises her head. They snap at her, trying to bite. She's back in the den again, crawling back to escape, but the more she moves, the more lions come into view.
The North/ The Eyrie
It's a dinner scene. She's in Winterfell, sitting around the hall with her family and their bannermen. But as Sansa looks at each member of her family, they begin to shift. First her eyes fall on her father. Ned Stark's face distorts to look he had when Joffrey showed her his spike. He's dead, skin pale, hair matted with blood, and his tongue sticking out. But it's his eyes. They're hollow and discolored, gone is the look of her father, Warden of the North.
Her eyes shift next to Catelyn Stark. Her red hair turns to blood that washes down her body. Her dress is blacked and slashed. There's a heavy red mark across her throat, and then her eyes turn the same discolored and vacant as Ned's.
Robb Stark sits on the other side of her father. Her true born brother, his face distorts as well. He is wearing battle armor now, but instead of his head, a direwolf's head takes its place.
"Grey Wind." Sansa whispers.
Adorned on the wolf's head is a crown, it's forced on his head. It's sewn to the body of Robb Stark and he sits rigidly in his seat, holding a wine cup. Red washes over him slowly and she cannot take her eyes off of him.
Save that Arya's seat is completely gone now. She tries to move toward the seat, but her younger sister cannot be found and there's nothing Sansa can do.
Not when her two younger brothers are skeletons. Charred and darkened. They sit at the table unmoving. Bran and Rickon are just in their seats.
Finally, Sansa looks to the end of the table. Her bastard brother is the farthest away. He's there, but shrouded in black. She calls for him, but he's turned from the table now. The black has him.
Her family is dead. Winterfell is gone. Her red hair turns to a dark brown and Winterfell's hall twists into the Eyrie's moon door. Petyr stands on the other side, cruel but clearly her safety. The door is open, showing the air below, and she knows someone was pushed. She knows who as well, but she is not Sansa now.
She is Alayne, lost of her family.
First Dream
That is until his eyes cast upon the scene unfolding before him.
"Another dream?" Celeborn mumbled as he listened to the viscous chants from the surrounding crowd. Staring at the prisoner on display who was burdened by thick and heavy iron chains, the Elvenlord's gaze suddenly widened once he realized what was to come next. Little did he notice the bright crimson locks of the tearful maiden nearby, his gaze completely focused on the barbaric scene.
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She just wanted to close her eyes and forget. This was Sansa's nightmare. Alayne was different. She was Alayne. She kept trying to repeat that in her head over and over. The Hound grunted and made a move to pull her along.
But this was a dream. She stopped and let the events continue, but she didn't want to relive that horror again. Of being cornered, of being afraid again. She knew where Joffrey was on the platform, but she dared not look at him.
However something else caught her eye. She knew this nightmare well enough, dreamed it over and over. She knew there was no tall, blonde man. Stopping, she looked at him, almost stared. It may have been rude, but he did not belong there. His clothing was too nice, even for nobility. It looked to be made of something perhaps to the East. He was also much more regal than the setting, though he did not stick out as much as some people from Paradisa could.
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He's calling to her, trying to get her to awake from the nightmare but with very little luck. While he honestly doesn't want to toss himself within the fury of the crowd, Celeborn couldn't stop himself from daring to do so. In an attempt to save the girl from this horrid dream, Celeborn darted through the angry mob upon hasten feet. If he could only reach her, then maybe everything will return to what it once was.
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She saw him coming for her though. The man, no he could not be a man -- he moved too graceful to be one, was coming for her. Her face relaxed somewhat, Tully blues calming for the moment, even with the King's Guard still trying to bring the party back toward the castle.
Her arms outstretched toward the man as the Hound pressed her against him, already trying to pick her up and take her away. She screamed. The look in her eyes pleaded with him. "Don't let them take me back there," She thought. She'd escaped once.
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"I won't let them hurt you."
It took great effort on his part to overcome distance between them but once Celeborn reached the platform, he was greeted by the beast-like knight that leered at him. The Dog growled at him viscous, quickly drawing his blade as Celeborn neared. Any normal man would've fled when the Dog stalked near, but the Elf chose to hold his ground instead. Looking up at the creature without an ounce of fear in his gaze, Celeborn nimbly leap out of the way of the gigantic sword that nearly came crashing down on his head. Making a quick dash towards the red haired maiden, the Elf holds out his hand to her.
"Come!" He commands. "Enough of this nightmare!"
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"Who are you? How are you even here?" It didn't make sense to her. She'd dreamed this before, but this-- this never happened. No one ever saved her, not in her dreams and not in reality.
The latest late tag, ignore if you want. Also second dream
Catelyn cries out, rushing toward her daughter as the lions creep closer. What she hopes to do, even she doesn't full know.
I'm technically on hiatus. I don't mind slow~
<3
"We will find a way out."
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