❝ infect me with your love and fill me with your poison ❞

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[pimping]

[The last thing Littlefinger recalls is burning the midnight oil, dipping his quill in ink, and scribbling statements of account for the upcoming tournament on His Grace's name day. Say what you will about the mockingbird but he's a hardworking man at his core. The past few days have worn him down and there are times when he finds gaps in his memory, forgetting why he's a certain place. It's dangerous for a man like him but he fathoms that sleep will cure it soon enough. Perhaps it's a consequence of one too many cups of wine at supper...

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?

[catelynstark]

[A mixture of relief and suspicion wars within her as she finds herself looking at her childhood friend. She hasn't seen him since Riverrun, for good reason. Still, she didn't realize that the years would change him so. He looks haggard -- far more tired than she supposed his position on the small council warranted.]

Petyr. [She couldn't stop the concern from creeping into her voice.] Are you well?

[pimping]

I pray the Stranger hasn't taken us both.

[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?]

[catelynstark]

[Tears well in her eyes as his words sink in. She did not survive the birth, then. But she still doesn’t know why the gods brought her here, to the man who loved her in a different way than she loved him.

Catelyn reaches out to grasp his arm, her grip tight.] Does the babe live? Tell me true.

[pimping]

Rickon Stark, first of his name. Just as you wished if the eyes and ears I own have seen fit not to deceive me.

[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.

[catelynstark]

He will be a strong one. [And despite everything, there is pride in her voice. She will never see him or hold him in her arms, but he will grow up strong. The thought is almost too much to bear, but the Starks will survive without her.]

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.

[pimping]

They know I still hold you in my heart.

[It's a conceit. To think that the Stranger might have mercy on him when Ned Stark would not.]

[catelynstark]

We did not part in good terms.

[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.

[pimping]

I've loved you since I was a boy.

[And always will.]

[catelynstark]

Petyr. [Exasperation and warning and affection in one word.] Let me go. You have no choice now.

[pimping]

Do you really find my presence so repellent? That you would rush into the Stranger's arms rather than remain in my company for a few more moments?

[catelynstark]

That's not what I meant. [She reaches out to take his hand, squeezing it lightly.] I've never wanted anything but happiness for you, but you're making it difficult for yourself.

[pimping]

Happiness slipped from my fingers as easily as the sword.

[She's cold to the touch, no longer of this realm.]

I lacked the strength to keep it within reach, within my grasp.

[catelynstark]

[She shakes her head.] You mustn't dwell on what happened years and years ago. Find it in your heart to love another.

[pimping]

You'd do me a service by keeping it with you instead. I no longer have need of it.

[catelynstark]

You ask for too much. I cannot bear that burden.

[pimping]

My heart was always yours to keep. The best part of me was always meant for you.

[catelynstark]

Petyr, I never asked for your heart. I can't return your affections.

[pimping]

Then don't. Just take them and give nothing in return. As you always have.

[now he's just being petulant]

[catelynstark]

That's uncalled for. [She says it quietly, with a hint of hurt.] You were one of my best friends.

[pimping]

A brother, yes. Would that you could have had the inclinations of a Targaryen in that respect.

[What would a slap from a dead woman feel like?]

[catelynstark]

[No slap comes, but anger blazes in her eyes as she looks at him.]

The years have turned you bitter and cruel. You wouldn't have dared showed me such brazen disrespect when we were children in Riverrun.

[pimping]

When I saw fit to worship the ground you walked on so much so that I filled my belly with mud for your amusement? Yes, those times are long gone.

[catelynstark]

That was no grand gesture of love. It was a game, a silly game we played with my sister during simpler times.

i keep reading your username as catelynsnark 8|

[pimping]

When we were all far more simple-minded. But no longer. The Others take you. The Stranger seeks you out.

[His eyes don't echo his lips as he chokes down a sob. So this is how it ends.]