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"I've been waiting for you" - firstmen-blood

Only pain and horror and loss and grief. The world had been filled with them as it rained down red, bodies strewn about her, Smalljon’s head almost taken clean from his shoulder, Dacey Mormont cleaved in two, her own sweet boy lifless and still. The hall had filled with the sound of her own agonising screams and she had torn at her skin, laughing as her nails drew blood and the red tears trickled down her arms like worms. She had torn at her cheeks, her eyes, she had cried like a wounded animal. She had seen one of the men pick up a blade, the flash of silver amongst the red and she had feared they would cut her hair. Not my hair, Ned loved my hair.

But as the man grabbed her by her scalp, the blade had been at her throat, cold and red, she had cared nothing for it, her ears filled with nothing but her own cries of anguish and her heart filled with nothing but the sound of it breaking into a million pieces that could not be healed. She did not care what they did, what pain they caused; she had lived too long and Ned was waiting for her. And then the blade cut through and she felt her own blood pour from the wound, the world leaving her with her last breath and then....nothing.

She was stood, alone, the world empty of blood and filled with naught but green. No, not green...that grey-green so common in the Godswood of Winterfell. She grabbed at her hair desperately, ensuring they had not cut it after all, but it hung there, long and auburn as always. She looked around, confused, uncertain where she was. Was this death or life? Or a limbo from which she could never escape, as punishment for the lives she had taken, for the crimes she had committed? She put a hand to her throat and felt no blade there, only smooth, unbroken skin. Where was she?

She heard footsteps...and saw him. Him. He who she had feared she would never see again, who in her darkest moments she had thought there was no afterlife in which he could wait for her. He looked the same, these were not the flesh-picked bones she had been sent in that casket of red and gold, this was Ned with grey eyes of both warm and cold, with warm flesh and quiet smiles.

“Ned...” The name came out as a whisper, and she did not know whether she would laugh or cry, and she did not step forward for fear her legs would collapse beneath her.

#decided to switch it round so that it matches canon #because why not canonical pain; there's so much of it to go around #firstmenblood #also this got quite long!#so don't feel the need to match length at all #Anonymous #answered

[text: Ned firstmen-blood, Brynden, Edmure, Lysa, Robb wintersxking] Dad’s in the hospital.

#v; love actually #firstmenblood #wintersxking

*hugs you because he can idk* - firstmen-blood [MUN AND MUSE IS IN A HUGGING MOOD]

“Ooh!” Catelyn gasped in pleasant surprise before relaxing and snuggling into the embrace as though she more of a kitten than a Cat. “I hope this is not because you are cold….” She murmured with a content smile as she wrapped her own arms around him.

#haha i just immediately imagined cat being like ooh ello this is a bit of a surprise #and then i started laughing to myself #what have you done to me with this simple ask?#haha #firstmenblood

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“What do you wish to know, Jon?”

The young man sucked in a breath. “ I... wish to know about my mother. “

#firstmenblood #{lord father}#{v; undetermined}

Love Actually || March || Ned and Cat

If Catelyn could have stayed Robert's death even if for one month, she would have done. Ned clearly felt as exhausted as she did, as drained by everything that was happening, as ruined by all their family was suffering. Though Ned was ever strong, ever her rock, he was not at his usual strength. Worry for Rickon, worry for her, worry for the rest of their children was wearing him thin, she could see that, and the death of Jon, not only a brother-in-law but a Father figure had not even begun to take it's toll yet. Robert's death was a blow Ned could have done without. Why was life so cruel sometimes? Why did Robert have to die now? A selfish thought, perhaps, but she didn't care. She cared only for Ned's well-being.

It was late, and all the younger children in bed, Rickon checked on several times, and the older children away at their laptops in their rooms. Catelyn found Ned already sat up in bed when she walked in the room, dressing gown on, cup of tea in hand. She placed it on his bedside table, before sitting beside him.

"Benjen just emailed and said he should have some updates about Robert tomorrow..." She began cautiously, her voice gentle.

#v; love actually #m; march #firstmenblood

Westeros Journal Front Page

Renowned business entrepreneur, retired member of the British Army and owner of Baratheon Industries, Robert Baratheon, has died. Aged 45, he was injured severely on a camping trip with his younger brother, Renly, and several comrades, and was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital. Autopsy has revealed traces of narcotics in his system, suggested his drinks and food had been tampered with and thus may have contributed to the nature of his death.

At this time, no further information has been disclosed, but we can confirm the police are considering this a suspicious death, and his widow, Cersei Baratheon, is being closed investigated.

Jon Arryn Investigation Continues

Recently deceased Jon Arryn, of Arryn Falconry, was believed to have died of natural causes. However, reports reveal a severe case of poisoning, the likes of which cannot be considered accidental death. The police conclude that this is a case of murder, and after further investigation, and of speaking with his bereaved widow, suspicion has pointed to a Meera Reed, who the police will pursuing for questioning.

There is also belief that the murder of Jon Arryn and the suspicious death of Robert Baratheon may be related.

Rickon Stark Remains in Hospital

Rickon Stark, the youngest child of Eddard and Catelyn Stark, remains in hospital after a recent bad reaction to his medication which has set his recovery back a week. Investigation revealed his chart had been tampered with and police confirm that both the attack on Catelyn Stark earlier this year and the poisoning of her son have been committed by the same person, though they have yet to identify the perpetrator.

#v; love actually #cerseilionesslannister #swampqueenmeera #littlestarkpup #firstmenblood #sweetrcbin

Young Wolves || Ned & Lyanna

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Lyanna was just a girl of five, but as a high born girl, things were already expected of her. She had lessons to attend, of which she absolutely detested. "Why can't I go and play?" She'd plead with her mother, but Lyarra Stark was ever firm on her children. And so, with a heavy huff of her breath, she went with her septa to practice her needlepoint, and the little Stark girl was despising every moment of it.

"Today's design is a simple blue winter rose. Lady Lyanna, I expect some real effort today." Her Septa said with an almost reprimanding tone.

They hadn't even started, and she was already called out in front of the other high born girls. Her cheeks blushed a rosy red, and she quickly looked down in an attempt to hide it. She already knew her finished product would have no chance at resembling her favorite flower, she didn't know why she should give any effort at all. Regardless, she began her stitching. It was careless work, executed while daydreaming of playing with her brothers in the courtyard, dueling with small wooden swords. That was her favorite game.

After a while, she had an odd shape that somewhat resembled the beautiful blue winter rose, and she was actually rather proud of her work until the Septa came to check on her progress. A gasp echoed in the room, followed by a look of disappointment. "Lyanna Stark," She said rather loudly, catching everyone's attention. "You didn't follow the pattern at all. Start over." She commanded, thrusting a fresh canvas at her.

She was embarrassed, she was angry, she wanted to pout and cry and throw a tantrum. But then, she heard a sound that came from outside, and she quickly glanced to the window to see her brother Ned playing by himself. Why does he get to play and I don't? She thought to herself. It didn't seem fair.

#firstmenblood #v; young wolves #lyanna stark rp #I have no icons for young lyanna D:

Voicemails left for: Ned, Robb, Jorjayna, Sansa, Arya, Bran, Brynden, Lysa, Edmure, Gerion, Meera, Cersei.

Ned: "Ned, Ned why aren't you there, Ned? Rickon's in hospital. I'm with him now; the teachers called me into the school. They said he felt ill, and he was blacking out... and...." It became very clear that Catelyn was crying as she spoke. "He kept throwing up on the way here, and he's so confused, and he says it hurts...I thought he had some terrible..but they say it looks like some sort of poison. Ned, please get this message. Please get here"

Robb: "Robb, I know you're probably at the doctors or with Jeyne, but once you get this message could you please get to the hospital? Rickon's sick...he's something....they don't know. But he'll need his big brother"

Jorjayna: "Rickon's sick. They say, the doctors think he's been....they think he's been poisoned. I-- I just....we're at the hospital. So I won't be home when you get there...if you want to...he's in...they won't let me go in but I'm near the Lannister Ward"

Sansa: "Sansa, I know I said I'd be picking you up tonight, but something's....something's happened. Rickon's been taken very ill; I'm at the hospital with him. Please, if you can, get someone, one of the other parents, maybe Jeyne's, to drive you here. We're near the Lannister Ward"

Arya: "Arya, I know you're just ignoring my call because you're with Gendry, but please, God, check this message soon. It's your little brother, Rickon...he's ill, we're at the hospital. Get Gendry to get you here, or ask him to take you home if you'd rather wait"

Bran: "............Darling, I....I'm at the hospital. Rickon's sick. They think...they're not sure what they think. I'm near the Lannister ward, so once you get this message, call me and I'll sort something for getting you home or...getting you here if you'd prefer. Love you"

Brynden: "Brynden," Fear and worry and tears are evident in her voice, "Rickon is; they say he's been poisoned. Someone's poisoned my baby boy. He's so ill and he's so frightened but they won't let me in the room and I'm so worried, and it's just waiting and....how could someone do this? I...could you get here, please? As soon as possible?"

Lysa: "I won't be picking up Robert today, Lysa. Rickon's very ill, I'm at the hospital with him....I'd ask you to come, but I know you won't want Robert near all the...sick people. I'll keep you updated"

Edmure: "You know that toy you had for Rickon's birthday? Could you give it him now please? He's so ill, Edmure...he's....they think he's been poisoned. I'm at the hospital, and...I want him to have something new and nice, and they always love your gifts. Could you bring it? Please?"

Gerion: "Something's poisoned my little boy...I...and no one answering their phones. Even you. Where is everyone? Rickon is so...he's so ill and he's so frightened, and they we're at the hospital and they won't let me in the room, and I can't stand this waiting...and no one's telling me anythin. I tried to get them to-- but they threatened to throw me out. I....I'm so..." She was scared, "Where is everyone?"

Meera: "Hello, Meera, it's...it's Catelyn Stark. I'm at the hospital...Rickon's been taken very ill. They think it's some sort of poison...I know this is an odd request, but if you can think of anything that would help I would be very grateful" Cersei: "My baby boy's been poisoned"