✘ Robyn (
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baconstrip2012-01-27 07:16 pm
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❝ infect me with your love and fill me with your poison ❞
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There's a woman standing before him and he has to blink and squint and rub his eyes at the sight. No, it can't be. She left this world but a fortnight ago. She's the reason he's been in his cups for the sake of numbing himself to grief.]
Catelyn?
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Petyr. [She couldn't stop the concern from creeping into her voice.] Are you well?
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[Ironic. Littlefinger doesn't pray. Not since the duel with Brandon Stark taught him that small heroes don't persevere against giants as they do in the songs. He stands his ground but his hands shake as he studies her. Is she really here?]
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Catelyn reaches out to grasp his arm, her grip tight.] Does the babe live? Tell me true.
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[Gossip travels faster than the wings of a raven can carry them. Littlefinger dared not believe it until he heard it from one of his own informants. How else could he know for sure? It was unlikely that Ned Stark would invite him to the funeral.]
They say the boy's a knife. He ripped through you and bled you dry.
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I have had a good life. [She lets go of him, letting her hand fall back to her side.] But I do not know why the gods have brought me here.
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[It's a conceit. To think that the Stranger might have mercy on him when Ned Stark would not.]
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[Cat acknowledges this, but neither does she think the gods are so arbitrary in their favors that they would grant a childhood friend and his love one last meeting.]
But you grieve for me.
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[And always will.]
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[She's cold to the touch, no longer of this realm.]
I lacked the strength to keep it within reach, within my grasp.
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[now he's just being petulant]
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[What would a slap from a dead woman feel like?]
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The years have turned you bitter and cruel. You wouldn't have dared showed me such brazen disrespect when we were children in Riverrun.
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i keep reading your username as catelynsnark 8|
[His eyes don't echo his lips as he chokes down a sob. So this is how it ends.]
accurate tbh
pretty much
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