Maybe they'll think I'm still the same - OTA

[onlyvengeance]

WHO: Catelyn Stark and YOU
WHERE: Jon's Tardis of a farmhouse, for the most part
WHEN: most of December - as long as the event runs, basically
WHAT: The nanites snafu
WARNINGS: normal GoT topics

A. Nobody will notice if I break down inside

She didn't initially notice the nanites going on the fritz. She felt an ache deep in her bones, especially in the longer bones in each limb, but she soldiered on, insisting on going to work each day and doing her best to hide the effect she was feeling. Her control of her powers was weakening, and she found herself staring into still water that was only water, and no reflection of her loved ones. She began to doubt that they had even existed at all. If you encounter her during this time, she'll have a distant expression, and she'll remark on the cold, even if you happen to be in a warm place.

B. Have you ever held silence like a knife

Eventually she will reach a point where she can't make herself crawl out of bed in the morning. Her skin will grow paler by the day until it seems almost bloodless. The scars from her death and earlier will grow more and more vivid, and her voice will get more and more raspy and rough. Eventually she will barely be able to speak at all. She will drift in and out of consciousness and her dreams will be the Red Wedding, endlessly. She'll be lucid at times, but it will become less and less likely as the month progresses, and she will obsessively pick apart the scarf she was knitting for Robb, and she will make it into a rope. Because Stoneheart has only two thoughts, revenge and hanging her enemies.

C. choose your own adventure!! I'm willing to thread anything you might fancy!

Comments

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[deosil]

Nanites had hit Chise like a mack truck. Whereas her curse of awareness was ordinarily a silent last resort, it hummed in her ears at all hours now. A deafening white noise of suggestion. The sound of: run, run, run pounding in her skull day and night.

When she finally gave in, Chise wrapped the cursed skin tight around her shoulders - and she ran. Until she found water. A source of water and the veil of red thrown over it. Red - to her - was familiar. A ruddy color meant one was loved by the fae and fate. Unfortunately, their sense of love was all consuming and damaging.

Chise on principal loved and empathized with her blood colored cousins.

Lady Stark might notice a vixen shifting like the afterimage of overlapped photos becoming a girl.

"Would you like some help?"

Re: a

[onlyvengeance]

Catelyn straightened, startled from her reverie. Had her powers been an illusion all along? It certainly seemed that way. She shook her head slightly, banishing such thoughts until a later time.

“You are kind to offer, but I think your hands will prove to be as bound as mine. Are you perhaps a recent arrival?”

[deosil]

The fox pelt draped over her shoulders made Chise appear even smaller; hunched over like some caught mid-wince. Frozen with the affectation of the deer caught in the headlights.

Now that she had a good look at the woman, she was...beautiful. Her face was pale and clear as a creek with hair the color of an roaring heath. The factory standard for warm and inviting to the point it almost frightened her.

"I am," She nods as she moves closer; the pelt almost slipping off her shoulders. "Bound?"

[onlyvengeance]

Catelyn’s gaze goes distant, as if she sees something meant for her eyes alone. That, or perhaps she is simply remembering. It is difficult to say. She pulls her cloak closer to her frame. “When I was newly arrived, I discovered that I had powers that were strange to me, something that I had when I awakened. Most, seemingly all, of we imPorts can say the same. And yet it seem mine have abandoned me. The gods give, and so they take away.” She focuses intently on the girl’s face. “What is your name, child?”