Eleanor Monarch-Sparke is the Black Canary (skree) wrote in doorslogs,
Nell's eyes opened slowly; the calm whirr of the airplane engine still surrounding her. Ned, Jaime, Anton. Of course the next one was Sebastian. She had no doubt she had been living the past of the man whose presence was a constant question mark in her life. One look at the image of herself that he had conjured up had been enough. Nell had been beautiful in that memory, too beautiful, and she knew that the only person who could see her that way was Sebastian. It had never made sense to her that she could seem beautiful to him, but sharing his thoughts, she could see why. Even back then, at 18, the boy had been delusional.
But still, the memory made her smile when it shouldn't have. She felt Sebastian's sorrow as she looked with him outside the window, but she had also experienced a hint of what he had felt for her. Even if his feelings for her today were just a fraction of what they had been back then, that would be enough for her.
With Arya lost somewhere still trying to decipher Ned and Jaime's memories, Nell could have spent all day thinking about Sebastian. Of course, whoever was holding the reins on all this madness had different plans in mind.