axell self para location: set in the gulltown before the vale has gone to the westerlands.
in the dark of the room, the ghost of runestone sat in the back corner. a haze of smoke lingers around him as if it were trying to choke him. he brought the joint to his lips and inhaled, letting it linger in his mouth before blowing it out. his eyes lingers on the same thing as it had been for the past 30 minutes minutes. illuminated perfectly in the streams of moonlight that filtered into the window. like the moon wished for him to see his latest mistake, not for it to be hidden in the dark shadows he now resided in.
bruises covered their skin.
bruises he made. he should care more that he made those.
but still he stared at the body as if it might burn itself into his eyes.
the bruises. the light of the moon. the smoke in the air. he’d remember all of this
like he remembered each mistake he ever made.
around her neck, he could see the bruises that would mirror his own hands like a glove.
he took another long drag. he really should feel guilty. but all he felt still was a burning rage and the exhaustion he knew was going to come in how to cover this up.
she is his wife after all. was. was his wife.
now she was just a thing laying on his floor covered in bruises.
it was her fault. flirting with northern men like she didnt have a husband at home. like she had no respect for herself whats so ever. first jin and then nasir. did he have a slut for a wife this whole time and never knew?
what use was she to him? gave him no son and embarrassed herself flirting with other men.
no, this was her fault. she was better like this.
it was decided in his mind then. he stood up from his seat and made his way over towards where her body laid.
he saw her again. saw her eyes widened as his gloved hands tightened around her neck.how she tried to claw at his hands. the look of desperation. pathetic.
he was not a stupid man. this needed to be covered up. and there were few people in his life he trusted to help. but jack was a man who’s connection was thicker than blood. a man he trusted with his life.
no one was awake this time of night. no one would see the two of them stalking down the halls with a body bundled in sheets. if they did they would knowbetter than to say anything or else they may meet an even worse fate.
it was easy enough to store the body on the ship.no one would question it. no one would look. it would become a mystery as to where she went.
just another woman to disappear. maybe the mountain men did it. revenge on axell. or maybe she left on her own. she was a witch after all right? walked right into the ocean itself that swallowed her.
there was a freedom he felt as they tossed the body into the roaring ocean. watching his problems sink below the waves. he was free. free to do whatever he wanted.
who was going to stop him?