little lostling

highgarden sounded like the place she had always dreamed of.

he will forget about Winterfell when he sees me, i’ll see that he does

"I'm meant to be his Queen and have his babies."

insane asoiaf au where Joffrey isn’t an asshole (what??) and Bran didn’t go climbing. Both of her parents and all of her siblings are there on baby Ned’s name day, and Sansa’s favorite thing to do is watch little Ned play with Lady.

"It’s very lovely," Sansa said, thinking, It is a ship I need, not a net for my hair. “Lovelier than you know, sweet child. It’s magic, you see. It’s justice you hold. It’s vengeance for your father.” Dontos leaned close and kissed her again. “It’s home.”

"Sleep a bit, child. When you wake, all this will seem a bad dream.” No it won’t, you stupid man, Sansa thought, but she drank the dreamwine anyway, and slept.

She threw back the coverlets. I must be brave. Her torments would soon be ended, one way or the other.

Sansa had done nothing to make the commons hate her, no more than Margaery Tyrell had done to win their love.

A Scary Sight

#interactions #bromvanbrunt

"Yes, I knew Katrina since we were both young," Brom said, the words spilling out before he could think about them. But his focus was not on the words. His thoughts were racing. After Ichabod and Katrina’s marriage, Brom went to the battlefield and did not return. A daughter—he had no idea. When he heard Crane, Brom assumed a relative, or something, if Brom even thought about the matter. There was something undeniable, and curse it, she did look familiar.

There was a pang, a loneliness in her words that Brom recognized. The separation from something, someone so dear. Her family was gone, and his life was as well. “I have not seen another…like me,” He confessed, “And truly, I do not know what brought me to Sleepy Hollow after my passing.” If anything, Brom imagined that it would be sensical for him to haunt the battlefield that took him. Apparently, it was not so.

He glanced around at the landscape—dreamscape? “Yes, this is a construct of your own.” Brom couldn’t say that he didn’t dream. That was too much. But, how to word that he wanted to say, that was often Brom’s struggle. “It is…the privilege of spooks to wander, so it seems, through dreams. I confess,” he laughed lightly, “All of this life is still new to me, I am pulled from the real world and dreams without my control. A rather happy accident, this seems.”

virginiacrane

She found herself nodding with his words - Virginia wished that she had had the chance to know her parents. It seemed to her that everyone she had ever known had known her parents, even, apparently, ghosts. "People in the village tell me that I look like her," Virginia murmured. She had, of course, never been able to judge for herself - but so many people had informed her of this that she had to conclude that it must on some level have been true. Without quite realizing she had done so, Virginia began shifting her weight gently from foot to foot, rocking a little as she did so. His words caused her brows to knit together slightly. "So you have just been..." Virginia started to say, and then paused, unsure of how to finish the thought. "Wandering?" It seemed apt. "By yourself?" She couldn't say that she envied that of him, truth be told. "That sounds lonely." Virginia said, edging a little closer to one of the trees that seemed to dot her dream, sitting down with her back against the wide birth of the trunk. Still, he seemed jovial enough, and another smile was pulled to her lips when he laughed. "A happy accident, indeed. Very fortuitous." Virginia nodded, grinning up at him. She looked around for a moment, the trees even taller than they were before at this lowered height. "I have been here before, in dreams. Here, more often than not - and yet, I cannot say I've ever ventured to such a place in life."

rosieofhousestark

Walks up behind you.

Virginia froze for a moment, feeling the presence of another person, before turning her head to look behind her. Catching sight of the specture, she scrambled back slightly, alarmed.

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#speaking as myself #just me?#yeah prolly #oh well

Hello, Virginia! *offers candy and a puppy?*

Hello, father [grins] Where on earth did you find such a lovely dog?

I feel like it would be fun to do an AU! Verse with an evil-influenced Virginia o.o

A Scary Sight

#bromvanbrunt #interactions

"Everyone calls me Brom," He said with a grin, unable to keep himself from the present, "Even Ichabod. And we were about as friendly as foxes and hunting hounds." For most of his life, Brom was unfamiliar with the feeling of not liking someone and not being liked back, until he met the redcoat. Nothing made him bristle with indignation like his rival.

"Yes," Brom muttered, looking down slightly. Suddenly, he could not seem to think of the right words to say. There was no polite way to say that he was dead. No other dreamer took the news well. But then again, no one had ever seen him in the mortal world. "An odd place to meet, you must admit," He said, trying to delay the reveal with some humor.

"I did not step through a gravestone," He said quietly, "I stepped through my gravestone. I am not of your world, anymore at least. You saw my spirit there." He clasped his hands together in front of his mouth to try to hide himself, "You were not supposed to see me, I am sorry."

virginiacrane

A little laugh escaped her. "Ichabod Crane was my father, sir." She explained truthfully. "And my mother, Katrina. You knew them both?" Virginia asked. "That is indeed more than I can say of either of my parents." And that was the truth of the matter. Her parents had not lived long enough to see her. Virginia stared at him for a moment, and then found her eyes looking around at their surroundings. Yes, she knew that it was a dream. It felt like a dream - like everything was solid, but at the same time as if she might pass through something if she weren't careful. That was not how it worked in dreams, though. If you wanted something to be tangible, if you believed that it was - then it would be. Still, then her gaze settled back on Brom and she managed a sheepish little smile. "And tell me, Brom, are there many spectres in Sleepy Hollow? Or are you one of the few who linger?" Humor seemed a safer method of approaching a difficult topic, Virginia would have to agree. All the same, she tilted her head a little as she watched him. "I feel I often see many things I am not supposed to. In dreams. That's where we are now, is it not?" She gestured slightly around at the trees. "My dream, and not yours. So why do I find you here?" It was a simple question and not meant to be insulting. Was it because she had met him earlier in the day? She would have to assume so.

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