ʏᴏᴜ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ

[wolfchild]

ᴡʜᴏ: arya + robb, arya + lulu
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: stuff
ᴡʜᴇɴ: backdated and forwarddated. I am the best at filling this out.
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: the dead zone border + mansion

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[wolfchild]

[ Arya grabs the reins to bring Northern Son under control. She shakes Robb's shoulder. ]

Robb! Robb! Wake--Robb!

[wolfskin]

[ He does not wake not straight away, after a third shake he jerks. Disorientated and groggy. ]

─What?

[ For a moment the world seems to spin, then Arya comes into focus Grey Wind nuzzling his hand again. ]

Arya?

[wolfchild]

Robb. [ Relief floods her. She lays her hand against his cheek. ] What do you—?

[wolfskin]

[ For a moment it feels hard to breathe, his vision swirls until Arya lays her hand against his cheek. A solid anchor to grand him back. He tries to smile, as weak as it is, trying to relieve her of her worries. ]

I- I am alright... [ No, he isn't not really. Something happened.... something. ] I must be more weary than I thought.

[wolfchild]

[ Arya finds herself nodding. ]

Do you want to stop?

[wolfskin]

No, I am well enough to continue. [ He shakes his head, stubbornness rearing its head. ]

[wolfchild]

You should— We should stop.

[wolfskin]

Arya, I am fine. [ He thinks, he cannot say for certain. ]

[wolfchild]

[ without thinking, she blurts out: ] Did you see through Grey Wind's eyes?

[wolfskin]

[ Robb stops, muscles tensing. Suddenly he swings off his horse, swaying as his feet hit the ground. ]

Alright, we shall rest here for a time.

[wolfchild]

Robb. [ Arya mimics him. Dropping Aemon's reins, she hurries around to stop in front of her brother. ] Robb, did you see something? What happened?

[wolfskin]

[ He pats Northern Son's neck, trying to avoid her eyes. ]

I do not know, Arya. [ He saw himself, or at least he thinks he did. He does not know for certain, it felt as if it was not his eyes he saw through, that he was a passenger only. He does not know how to explain it, let alone understand it. ]

[wolfchild]

[ Arya examines him. Biting her lip, she drops the subject. She holds her hand out for the reins. ]

I'll hobble them.

[wolfskin]

[ He hands her the reins then looks to Grey Wind, uncertainty grips his chest. ]

[wolfchild]

[ Arya does her chores dutifully. Once Aemon and Northern Son are both watered and hobbled, she returns to Robb. She pulls out her journal and filters a quiet message. Arya motions for him to get his. ]

Can you see what I said?

[wolfskin]

[ When he looks to her it looks as if she pulled him from a daze, confused he pulls his journal out and opens it, looking for what she wrote. For a moment the world seems to stop and he looks up to her. ]

...I can.

[wolfchild]

[ She turns her own journal toward him. The message itself is inconsequential. The filter is the only part that matters: to skinchangers. ]

I can do it too. I thought it scary at first, but it's nice. It feels like putting on your favorite and warmest coat in winter. It's like coming home.

[wolfskin]

[ It is too much to process, he brings his hands up to his face and inhales sharply. Skinchangers. He can still remember the stories Old Nan told him as a child, the same stories she would tell Bran over and over again. That- it can't be possible. ]

Gods be good.

[wolfchild]

It's true. I can prove it. It's not bad, Robb, really.

[ She grabs his hand. Her heart is beating too fast. She can feel it in her chest:boom boom boom. ]

[wolfskin]

How? [ How is this good? In this moment he cannot see it, he cannot see how being a skinchanger is good in any way. ]

[wolfchild]

Do you think me bad?

[wolfskin]

What? [ He looks at her, mouth agape. ] No, I do not think you bad.

[wolfchild]

Do you trust me?

[wolfskin]

I do.

[wolfchild]

Then believe me! I-I can show it to you! I can wear Nymeria's skin. She's never hurt and neither am I. It only hurts when we go in there. [ She points into the Dead Zone. ] That's why they're so unhappy in there. They can't feel us anymore. It's like losing a leg and they mislike it.