Emma Lockhart (not_today) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-01-19 15:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot week, emma lockhart, john morgan, liam walker |
WHO: Emma Lockhart, Liam Walker & OPEN
WHAT: Falling in, waking up
WHERE: Dreamin'
WHEN: Sunday night
Emma had fallen asleep against Nymeria of that much she was sure. The direwolf was warm and her heartbeat was the most comforting of lullabies and the stone steps that Emma found herself on were anything but. Her waking was surprisingly slow, the confusion she felt was distant, detached not something she was ready to own.
She'd had her fair share of unusual dreams since becoming aware of Arya and she assumed that's what this was. She'd been here before after all, the Sept of Baelor was where Arya's world had fallen apart.
The scene was frozen, the chanting mob, the look of glee on Joffrey's face, the horrified Sansa and...Ned. The sword was halfway through his neck and Emma found herself walking forward despite herself. Arya had been forced to look away and she was determined not to do that now.
Run.
The warning was whispered on the still air, she ignored it and took a step closer and suddenly the scene was alive again. Lord Stark's head fell at her feet, the mouth closing and opening in an awful parody of speech, Emma screamed and the faces of the mob changed and she was lost under a sea of white walkers.