weep not for the memories

[brushoff]

WHO: Everybody!
WHERE: all cities
WHEN: March 4 - March 6
WHAT: it's a catch-all log, sucka! Tag here and thread around for the Dorian Ruins Everything Guilt Extravaganza part of the overall March plot. Please check out this ooc post for details!
WARNINGS: Traumatic memories. Possible talk of murder, death, blood, other nasty things. I'll try to update if the warnings needed but please use content warnings if it gets super nasty!

It starts off on March 4th, the early morning before the sun's even risen. You know those weird mirages that were hanging around the day before? Well now it's getting a little personal.

These mirages come and go seemingly for no reason. They might stay for a minute, they might stay for an hour. The images vary between person but the unifying factor is that the mirages consist of people the player characters have hurt, whether people in-game or from their homes. Whether they murdered them, slandered them, or even had a petty little argument, the unifying factor is the guilt each character feels towards or about this mirage. After all, you know you hurt them somehow. You know their existence somehow makes you feel guilty.

Another unifying factor? The creepy way these mirages just seem to stick to you. They'll follow you if you try to leave, staring you down with their creepy unblinking mirage eyes. And whoops: everybody can see said mirages. Hopefully you're not being stalked by someone you and somebody else both know, wouldn't that be awkward?

Have fun confronting your traumatizing past and/or wondering why your buddy's got some creepy ghost guy following him, imPorts!

( ooc: this is a catch-all log! Make starters of your characters getting haunted by their creepy mirages, have other people react to said creepy mirages, ???, profit. Hit me up on the ooc post if you have any questions! )

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Wildcard

[song_of_ice]

[Jon had figures of his own following him. Rickon and Ygritte never far behind him. Yet the true shock was when Sansa returned home and Jon saw the apparition that could cause them both the same level of pain and sorrow. He offered his hand out to his sister, his eyes locked behind her as he drank in the sight of their father.

He was weary and beaten down, signs of confinement and malnutrition obvious on him. It was his captivity, as Jon had imagined it but been afraid to linger over. Pulling Sansa close to him, Jon tried to offer her the comfort he couldn't summon for himself. Look at what was done to him.]

It's all right. [Words that he didn't believe.] He won't hurt you.

[turned_to_steel]

[ Sansa stopped dead in her tracks when Jon came into view and she could feel her stomach drop when she saw his gaze drift by to focus on the vision behind her. She could see the pain on her brother's face before he looked at her again and reached for her.

Rushing into his arms without hesitation, she wrapped her own around his shoulders while pressing her face against his neck and closing her eyes. A tiny shudder rushed through as she held back the urge to cry as her throat tightened and her eyes started to sting.

She wasn't sure she could tell Jon just how much it hurt to see him. ]

[song_of_ice]

[She didn't need to tell him, he knew that without words. It was the same response he wanted to give. He felt as though he had turned to ice, an endless winter inside him as he gazed at the face of his father.

This was how Sansa saw him last, it was the memory she held of him. Not of better times when he would laugh or smile with them. It was this, this broken man that hardly looked like their father anymore.

He held her tightly, turning her away from the sight and slowly guiding her away. He knew that the figure would follow, but he could at least try to steer Sansa from sight line.]

It isn't him, Sansa. He would never want to frighten you.

[turned_to_steel]

[ Sansa relaxed her arms from around his neck as he turned her away from their haunting vision of their father. Her knees felt weak enough that she found herself leaning into her brother as he started to guide her away even though the vision simply followed. ]

I know he wouldn't but something does. Why else make me see him? Why would they want me to see him like that? [ Her voice trembled before she clenched her jaw, swallowing thickly. ]

[song_of_ice]

[He compensated for her weight, nearly carrying her back towards the direction of their farm house. He hailed a cab, knowing that Sansa wouldn't be able to walk the distance.

There was a chance that the hallucination couldn't be in the cab, which Jon was more than willing to try. It would allow Sansa to get her bearings.]

I don't know. I have seen others as well.

[Ygritte was still in the corner of his eye. Just on the edge of his sight line.]

All I can think is that it is related to guilt.

[turned_to_steel]

[ Sansa frowns at his theory but it rings true. If there is anyone that she truly feels guilty about, it would be their father. The reasons why are something she hasn't talked about. With anyone. ]

I wish there was a way to stop seeing him. [ And that thought makes her hate herself a little more.

She focuses on Jon. ]

Who do you see?

[song_of_ice]

[He wished he could do something to help her. He had promised to never let anyone harm her again, but this was something else entirely. He had no way of stopping it or giving her relief.

All he could do was physically shield her from the sight of their father.]

It will pass.

[It was said with more confidence than he felt.

His face became hard as he looked over his shoulder, seeing the figure of the woman he loved still there, still haunting him.]

Ygritte.

[turned_to_steel]

[ She was sure that he was right in saying that it would all pass and that the haunting vision of their father would fade but she didn't know what to do until then. ]

I don't want Mother to see him. Not like that.

[ Maybe she would have to find somewhere else to stay until things changed.

Then she gave Jon a pained look of understanding. ]

Does she simply follow and watch you?

[song_of_ice]

Neither do I.

[For all Lady Stark had said and done, he never wished her pain. Seeing Lord Stark like this would only cause her sorrow. It was better left between Sansa and him.

They would find somewhere to wait this out. For now, he would take her back towards the forest preserve. It was unlikely Lady Stark would be there.]

She does.

[The answer is short, but there is a level of misery in his voice.]

It looks like her, but it isn't her. Ygritte was...she was like fire. This is simply a shadow.

[turned_to_steel]

Still, it must hurt.

[ She gave his arm a gentle squeeze because she could see the pain in his eyes when he talked about the woman he had loved. She had seen it there the first time they had talked about the wildling. ]

Let's find somewhere quiet, please.

[song_of_ice]

It is, but it isn't any different from what I feel everyday.

[He missed her, he wanted Ygritte back, but he never wanted this. Better to let her rest unburdened than to be in this world and subjected to this life.

He nods and wraps an arm around Sansa.] There is an inn nearby. We can rent a room and wait this out.