Orte - Waldlichtung (für mich)
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120_minutenTitel: Sister
Team: Sirius
Challenge: Orte – Waldlichtung (für mich)
Fandom: Game of Thrones/A song of ice and fire (Ich bräuchte mal ein Fandomtag? :D)
Sprache: Englisch
Kommentar: Da George RR Martin mir keine dramatischen Reunion-Szenen zu geben bereit ist, muss ich die wohl selbst schreiben. Und eigentlich sollte ich lernen, aber das Plotbunny war sehr hartnäckig!
Robb saw her first through eyes that weren't his own.
The cup slipped through his fingers and shattered on the stone floor. He could hear the distant voice of his mother, shouting his name, asking him what was wrong. Someone grabbed him at the shoulder as he leaned heavily onto the table. He blinked, but he couldn't see the hall in front of him, all he could see was her face filling his whole vision, the hair so short, the clothes dirty, barely recognizable. But her smell filled his nose and he was sure, so sure...
”Sister”, he whispered, his voice raw. Someone must have pushed a chair behind him because when his legs gave out, he didn't hit the floor.
”Robb!”, he could her his mother call, with panic in her voice. Don't be scared, he wanted to tell her. Don't you know everything will be alright now? But all that escaped him was a soft whine that nobody in the hall heard, but she did, he could hear her say his name, no, not his name, ”Greywind”...He could feel her touch on his fur, how she held onto him, and he pushed his head against her. Then he licked at her cheek. She smiled, in a way he would never forget, with eyes so dark and yet so hopeful.
He barely felt the tear that slid down his own face. ”She's alive, she's safe, she's safe.”
She wrapped her skinny arms around him and pressed her face into his fur. She was taller than he remembered her
The forest was all around them and filled his nose with the smell of moss and earth, but he could smell the cookfires, too, and the stink of too many men on to small a room that was carried along with the wind. He wanted to lead here there, but she didn't let go of him. And then she sobbed his name, his real name, ”Robb”, and a shiver ran through him as he realized...
”Robb!” His mother put her hands on his face and forced him to look at her. Her face appeared like through a dark mist and the sensations were gone, the forest floor under his feet, her smell, the touch of her fingers...For a moment panic grabbed hold of him and he struggled to breathe.
”Robb, what's wrong? Did you get hurt? Why didn't you tell me?” Her face was so full of worry that it made his chest hurt, the lines edged deep into her features. She looked like an old woman who had seen too much sorrow.
”Someone fetch a Measter!”, he heard a man's voice shout, the Greatjon, he thought dimly.
”No”, he tried to shake his head, but nobody seemed to listen to him. He grabbed her arm. ”She's alive”, he repeated, his voice stronger now, why didn't she understand?
”Who?”, she asked, her voice soft, her gentle hands stroking his face. She looked at him like he was going mad. Faintly he was aware that everyone was watching him, that a king shouldn't behave like this in front of his bannermen. But he had to tell her, he had to...
”Arya.”
She shook her head slowly. ”But how, how...” Her eyes were so wide, those Tully blue eyes just like his own, he could see them clearly now. She was confused and scared, but she so desperately wanted to believe. He pulled her close to his chest and embraced her. ”Everything is going to be alright now”, he said and he could feel her cry against his shoulder.
Team: Sirius
Challenge: Orte – Waldlichtung (für mich)
Fandom: Game of Thrones/A song of ice and fire (Ich bräuchte mal ein Fandomtag? :D)
Sprache: Englisch
Kommentar: Da George RR Martin mir keine dramatischen Reunion-Szenen zu geben bereit ist, muss ich die wohl selbst schreiben. Und eigentlich sollte ich lernen, aber das Plotbunny war sehr hartnäckig!
Robb saw her first through eyes that weren't his own.
The cup slipped through his fingers and shattered on the stone floor. He could hear the distant voice of his mother, shouting his name, asking him what was wrong. Someone grabbed him at the shoulder as he leaned heavily onto the table. He blinked, but he couldn't see the hall in front of him, all he could see was her face filling his whole vision, the hair so short, the clothes dirty, barely recognizable. But her smell filled his nose and he was sure, so sure...
”Sister”, he whispered, his voice raw. Someone must have pushed a chair behind him because when his legs gave out, he didn't hit the floor.
”Robb!”, he could her his mother call, with panic in her voice. Don't be scared, he wanted to tell her. Don't you know everything will be alright now? But all that escaped him was a soft whine that nobody in the hall heard, but she did, he could hear her say his name, no, not his name, ”Greywind”...He could feel her touch on his fur, how she held onto him, and he pushed his head against her. Then he licked at her cheek. She smiled, in a way he would never forget, with eyes so dark and yet so hopeful.
He barely felt the tear that slid down his own face. ”She's alive, she's safe, she's safe.”
She wrapped her skinny arms around him and pressed her face into his fur. She was taller than he remembered her
The forest was all around them and filled his nose with the smell of moss and earth, but he could smell the cookfires, too, and the stink of too many men on to small a room that was carried along with the wind. He wanted to lead here there, but she didn't let go of him. And then she sobbed his name, his real name, ”Robb”, and a shiver ran through him as he realized...
”Robb!” His mother put her hands on his face and forced him to look at her. Her face appeared like through a dark mist and the sensations were gone, the forest floor under his feet, her smell, the touch of her fingers...For a moment panic grabbed hold of him and he struggled to breathe.
”Robb, what's wrong? Did you get hurt? Why didn't you tell me?” Her face was so full of worry that it made his chest hurt, the lines edged deep into her features. She looked like an old woman who had seen too much sorrow.
”Someone fetch a Measter!”, he heard a man's voice shout, the Greatjon, he thought dimly.
”No”, he tried to shake his head, but nobody seemed to listen to him. He grabbed her arm. ”She's alive”, he repeated, his voice stronger now, why didn't she understand?
”Who?”, she asked, her voice soft, her gentle hands stroking his face. She looked at him like he was going mad. Faintly he was aware that everyone was watching him, that a king shouldn't behave like this in front of his bannermen. But he had to tell her, he had to...
”Arya.”
She shook her head slowly. ”But how, how...” Her eyes were so wide, those Tully blue eyes just like his own, he could see them clearly now. She was confused and scared, but she so desperately wanted to believe. He pulled her close to his chest and embraced her. ”Everything is going to be alright now”, he said and he could feel her cry against his shoulder.
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Date: 2013-07-03 08:57 pm (UTC).. ich gehe dann mal in meine Ecke und weine ein bisschen.
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Date: 2013-07-03 08:59 pm (UTC)Aber schön, dass es dir gefallen hat. :)
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Date: 2013-07-05 08:54 am (UTC)Ich hab dir den tag erstellt und ihn hier gleich mal reingesteckt. =)
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Date: 2013-07-04 06:35 pm (UTC)Kann ich das einfach so als Canon akzeptieren und einfach nicht weitergucken/lesen? Ja? Danke.
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