#xolvidados

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.｡.:*☆ Even when himself miraculously coming back to life again, Robb did not belief that it was a usual thing, in this place. It just could not be. This kind of magic just was too strong to exist, right?

That was what the man kept telling himself when spotting someone that did look very much like his father. But, ned Stark died. Robb was strongly aware of this fact. And yet...

“Father...?” His question was cautious, mostly, because he was afraid he would approach a stranger. And most likely make things awkward, this way. “Is that... is that you?”

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.｡.:*☆ “Can’t you watch were you are going……” Nebula growled, scaring the poor man away by turning all blue for a moment. Which did not make it easier. There was no explanation for this, that she did look like a human woman, with pale skin and hair. But, Nebula had already discovered that it was not real. Just some sort of  glamour that did hide her true self. And that did not work when she was angry. Or frustrated.

“Fucking idiots,” She scowled, looking at the crowd. “How about you take a picture? Going to last longer, for sure.

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@xolvidados​ / sansa stark.

home ; by now it seemed imaginary , it felt as though the land of westeros had been a mere figment from her mind. no one knew , not a single person seemed to be familiar with the location let alone the name. there were months which went by and finally the fiery woman had given in to the hopeless thought of it being a distant memory. attempting to settle in , she had taken a job working alongside others in a book shop. running a finger down the spine of a book while reading it , she heard the faint sound of the bell ringing above the door and glanced up with a warm smile. “ welcome. ” shutting the book , “ is there anything I may assist you with today ? ”

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@xolvidados​ / elena gilbert.

a dramatic sigh ; casual roll of the eyes , and not to mention the narrowing of eyes upon the sight of the rather doe eyed woman. the sheer annoyance already building up like fumes , coursing through her being despite being in pleasant times. oh , the fondness of flaunting the memories of the infamous twenties around carelessly. the need to relive such memories despite it being over a ninety years ago ( or so it had ) , and now being granted a little do over. but now with the little doppelganger , perhaps the wish had been short lived. “ elena. ” enunciating heavily , wandering over with a bout of confidence. “ and here I thought my week was actually decent. what a pity that you’re here. ”