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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[song_of_ice]

He hadn't paid attention to the mess that he left Viserys in, a part of him too ashamed to look and the other fascinated by the sight of Rhaegar Targaryen. He was a specter, a shadow no different than the ones that had been following Jon from the beginning. Perhaps it was because of Rhaegar's connection to his family and the near mythic and monstrous quality that had always been spoken of when the subject of him was raised. Regardless of the reason, Jon could almost feel the acknowledgement and equal fascination that Rhaegar held towards him.

"They're not real." Jon murmured, trying to reassure himself. It was only in that moment of fear that he looked away and saw the heap he left Viserys in. There was blood, just as there had been with Ramsay. Those near pale features were obscured by bruises and a potential broken nose. Daenerys won't be pleased, he mused to himself.

The fallen prince spit something from his mouth (a tooth?) and let it spill onto the ground. The gleam of gold winked up at him, giving him a measure of surprise and amusement. The man could make gold? It almost made him want to laugh. Baelish would appreciate that.

"Get up." He near growled, glancing back once more to Rhaegar. "Take your shadows and leave."

[emgoldened]

Shame drained his face of color, only for anger at the humiliation of it all to flood his cheeks with red once more. He kept a hand over his mouth at first. Unbelievable, really, though the hit had been so thorough and clean he couldn't register any immediate pain. Well. Not of the physical variety. The eternal sting of staying docked within Humiliation Station was a familiar one but one that burned just the same.

He made no move to grab his tooth. He simply stared at Jon, seething. Rhaegar...not so much. He seemed more amused than anything. The queen, nowhere near it.

After a few moments of that impotent glare, Viserys hauled himself up, taking off with the swaying speed usually reserved for those who were leaving in a huff. Which he was. Rhaella followed after, pausing only to give Jon an oddly warm smile for a man who'd just torn her miracle baby a new one. There and gone, a haunting image for sure.

But it was Rhaegar who stayed. Of course Rhaegar would be the exception. He seemed amused, too, a rare break from the usual brooding. Perhaps Jon would recognize the mild change in facial expression to indicate a Brooder found something endearing. And there he stayed, staring at Jon. Viserys huffed down the street and still his ghost lingered, as though he'd passed Rhaegar along, like his brother's memory was the same as a cold. Now Jon would share this plague for a few days.

Stomp stomp stomp. Only when two heads of silver-gold disappeared from sight did Rhaegar move along, and after a few steps away from Jon, the silver prince disappeared entirely, gone like steam from a cup of something still too hot to drink.