Doors Masquerade (doorsmasquerade) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-03-28 01:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | plot: masquerade |
Who: Silent
What: Reveal.
Where: Somewhere very cold.
Warnings/Rating: Minor injury-related things.
The wolf boy found himself a quiet alcove after the nice queen left, curling into a ball and losing himself in sleepy thoughts of home, of his brothers and sisters, and of the panther which had ravaged him so. At some point he drifted off, his wounds bleeding slowly into the makeshift bandages the queen had applied.
When he awoke, sluggish and confused, he was no longer a wolf or a boy. He was a man, his room was small and cold, and the lantern on his bedside cast a dull illumination on the blood that stained his clothes and dripped onto the floor. The man sat up in his bed, muttered a quiet Oh, collapsed when he attempted to rise. Perhaps only seconds passed, or it might have been hours, but at some point he was aware of a cold nose pressing against his cheek and a tongue lapping gingerly at his wounds. He reached out and closed blood-stained fingers around warm fur, white as snow, and through his blurred vision saw a pair of red eyes staring back at him.
"Ghost." Jon smiled weakly, the events of the previous night disjointed within his mind. There had been a very large cat, teeth and claws, then blood, and a kind woman in royal garb. It all seemed so strange, and he could not remember how he'd arrived at the castle (for he assumed that was what it must have been), yet all that was secondary to the fact that he was currently in a rather precarious situation.
YOU'RE SO FUCKING STUPID, JON. The girl's voice rang out suddenly, causing him to wince, and Ghost bared his teeth in a silent snarl. WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR YOU STARKS TO KEEP YOURSELVES ALIVE? NO, SHUT UP, DON'T ARGUE WITH ME. JUST GET SOME HELP BEFORE YOU BLEED TO DEATH, IDIOT.
Jon closed his eyes and pushed at Ghost with one hand, willing the direwolf to fetch assistance. He did just that, returning a few minutes later with half the men of the Night's Watch in his stead, including Commander Mormont, and from then on everything was a haze of hands and voices saying things he couldn't make sense of until, at last, he sank into the blessed mercy of unconsciousness.