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#LCDYWCLF. an independent portrayal of CATELYN STARK from a song of ice and fire. canon divergent with multiple verses as told by gin. due to the nature of the original canon triggering content will be present.
( sideblog to @alyafae )
MOVED BACK TO THE MAIN BLOG
A/N: currently reading the books for the first time.
catelyn has been moved back to the main -> @alyafae
should i move catelyn stark over to this blog?
yes, great idea do it!
no, just don't.
GIN'S BUTTON
( she's currently over at @lcdywclf )
lady catelyn stark.
@ravarui will be blocked for writing me details about the red wedding while I'm at work. that being said, cat needs a hug
She could not remember how many days it had been since the Freys took her as their prisoner. Not with how they made sure to keep her in her dark cell which she only got to leave when they decided to punish her. Every part of her body was aching and she knew she had several wounds that had yet to heal properly. If they even would. The only thought that kept her sane this whole time was knowing that her son was free. That he would live. Perhaps she wouldn't be alive for much longer.
Catelyn had been asleep when the noises echoed through the castle. She awoke quickly, shivering and moving towards a corner of her room. Whatever was going on outside, she knew it could not be good. She had her eyes closed, waiting, hoping they would leave her alone this time, but when the door opened, she feared the worst. Refusing to open her eyes, refusing to move, Catelyn couldn't help but scream when the hands that touched her were gentle, almost caring. This was new.
What was also new was the familiar warm voice that caused her to open her eyes. It couldn't be. The room was brightened by some torches and she could make out the features of the man in front of her. "Robb," she asked, voice hoarse. It had to be him, because who else could it be? Her son had come to rescue her. "You came for me. You came back." With a shaking hand, she reached out to touch his face but gasped when she felt the difference. This was not her son's face, it did not feel like her son. It felt like her husband. "Ned?"
→ @fateschnge ; ned &. cat, ned your wife might need therapy now.
"Robb, please," she had begged, trying to drag him out of this mess. She had to protect him, she had to make sure she'd survive. By the Gods, she would give her own life just so that her son could live. It happened in a rush and she would not be able to recall the details but thanks to the loyal Northmen, they made it out alive. Not without great losses and injuries of their own.
She awoke some time in the morning, feeling a burning in her chest. It was then that she remembered the arrow and she knew it would give her troubles for a while. Immediately, she sat up, however, desperate to find her son. It didn't take long for her to find him in the tent as well. "Robb..." Carefully and with a groan, Catelyn got out of the makeshift bed to walk over to him, needing to make sure he was alright. That he was alive. "My sweet boy."
→ @fateschnge ; robb &. cat, time to plan the revenge.
It felt strange to be back in Winterfell, to be back home when half her family was not with her. It almost felt as if she didn't belong there anymore. Sansa was home, and she could even appreciate Jon being around, yet she felt out of place. Although he had taken the place as the Lord of Winterfell for the time being, Catelyn still acted as the Lady - she had to keep busy somehow, had to stop her mind from spinning.
She was instructing a group of women when she heard it. A voice that was more than familiar to her. Catelyn dropped everything, turning around to follow the voice. Was she imagining things now? Was she going mad? Her heart was beating fast and it skipped a beat the moment she laid eyes on a young woman. Her daughter. She would recognize her anywhere, even as grown as she was now. "Arya." Her voice was merely a breath and she didn't even know if she had been heard.
She waited until the girl spotted her before, she crossed the distance between them. Just like she had done with Sansa the day she reunited with her, she pulled Arya into her arms, holding her tight. "My daughter, you're alive."
→ @fateschnge ; arya &. cat, mother's hug will make it better.
Catelyn held her head high as she walked into the space. Pushing back the hood, she revealed her face, a little marred but very much the Lady Stark that was known to the people. Against all odds, she had survived the Red Wedding, albeit at a high cost. Her son was lost while she would live, a burden she would carry until her death. It had not been her intention to show herself but hearing that voice speak so freely, Catelyn could not sit quietly and do nothing. "Perhaps you would do well to leave my family's name out of your mouth." She arched her brow, jaw clenched just a little. "I believe you did not expect to see me again, did you?"
→ @ravarui ; surprise surprise, she's not so dead.
have a small starter call. feel free to ask for a specific verse. specify your muse if you are a multimuse. length will vary ! <3
“War will make them old,” Catelyn said, “as it did us.” She had been a girl when Robert and Ned and Jon Arryn raised their banners against Aerys Targaryen, a woman by the time the fighting was done.
Catelyn II, ACOK.
throwing this out already: if you are interested in writing on discord, i'd be more than happy to do that. just let me know!
leave a like for an aesthetic of our muses. ( specify muses ofc )
it's been a while and I'm still thinking about cat and cersei
I was born a Tully and wed to a Stark. I do not frighten easily.
#LCDYWCLF. an independent portrayal of CATELYN STARK from a song of ice and fire. canon divergent with multiple verses as told by gin.
( sideblog to @alyafae )
On my honor as a Tully, on my honor as a Stark.
how about you give this post a like if you are interested in discussing potential connection between catelyn and your muse !!
Sansa stood beside her mother, watching what was left of their family. It had seemed impossible, a wild dream that could never come true no matter how much she wished it would. They had lost the head of their family, her beloved father who, although he hadn't always understood her, had certainly loved her. He had been a good, honourable man and had not deserved that fate Her time in Kings Landing had only served to further illustrate that point. If Westeros was ruled by people like Ned Stark then their world would be a far better one. It was no wonder that they had fractured, not just as a family but as a people. It was no wonder that some wished for the Dragon Queen to return from Essos because anything and anyone essentially was viewed to be better than the Lannister's.
Sansa rested one hand on the wall, the other at her side, peering down at Arya before looking to her mother. She had changed and so had her mother. They all had. She wasn't Catelyn's little girl anymore, nor was Arya. Arya was a deadly weapon but Sansa could be just as dangerous if she needed.
"You should tell that to the rest of the Kingdom. They don't seem to have received the message." Her voice was quiet but steady, controlled. That was something she had learned when she had left Winterfell.
The North made people strong but Sansa's strength had come from her time in the South. It held no fascination or allure for her anymore. She had wanted only to return home as soon as the opportunity had presented itself.
When Catelyn took her hand, Sansa offered no resistance. She welcomed the contact and she returned the squeeze with one of her own. "I don't know what you have to be proud of. I didn't exactly achieve what you or father had desired for me." Sansa was a touch rueful, but it was a flicker, there and gone in an instant.
"I may have to ask Arya for some advice sometime because my prowess with a blade consists solely of 'stick them with the pointy end'." There was humour in her expression as she said the words, inclining her head in her sister's direction.
Nothing good happened to a Stark that went South, Catelyn knew that now more than ever. Ned always used to say she was no stranger because she had five northern children and she had always brushed it off. But seeing how nothing good had happened to her since she went to the Capital to speak to Ned, she knew now she was a Stark indeed. A sad smile briefly danced across her lips as she thought about it.
“The rest of the Kingdom is none of our concern. We owe them nothing and you do no owe them proof of your strength.” She might have looked like her but was the daughter of Ned Stark and people would do better to remember and honor that. Lady Catelyn looked at her daughter with all the love she held for her – which was more than words could express.
“You are here, Sansa. You survived. Your father and I only ever wanted for you to be happy and safe and I know neither has been present the past years. But you are here, you have a future.” And she would never stop thanking the Seven for this. Not all of her children had made it back home. She had lost her oldest, she had lost her youngest, something she would never recover from. But she still had hope left.
Her gaze was directed at Arya once again, a soft hum falling from her lips as she did. “I believe that is a good starting point. You must look out for each other.”
