#cursednightwalker

Gus being the head of hospitality meant he was always “on” and had to be extra friendly to everyone, most of the time it wasn’t much of an act but every once in a while the hotel got a certain guest that made him wish he worked in somewhere isolated where he didn’t have to talk to anyone.

He was about to go for the day, finishing a beer so he could chill a little bit before going home but then he got word a top priority guest needed help with something so he took a deep breath and quickly went to extra friendly Gus, hopping on the elevator and making his way to the door, knocking firmly as he let out a small sigh, hoping it wasn’t the kind of guest that made him hate his job, his eyes drifting over one of the windows, watching the beach from where he was.

Rayne wasn't sure where the other had come from, but wherever the case, they were now in front of her, and she was backed into a corner with nowhere to run.

"Look... I-I know you think we're something similar... but we are very different... and I don't know what you're looking for, but I'm not it..."

Nightmares had been swift this eve in driving the princess from her bed. She had managed a fleeting rest beneath her blanket, before retreating from its warmth to the cold of Castle Black’s dark halls. She pulled her shawl tightly about herself and clutched her charred stag figurine to her belly, both protective of the little wooden thing and seeking comfort from its familiar weight in her hold. It had been with her for the worst moment of her young life, and she would be loathe to give it up ever after. 

Wandering the darkness, avoiding the light of the torches lining the walls, the girl tried to let her mind drift too. She didn’t wish to think too deeply about anything, and wanted to let the terrible afterimages of her bad memories turned dreams fade in strength once more. Thankfully, the halls were quiet, even if the sound of snowfall could be heard outside. Humming to herself softly, trying to buoy her mood and soothe herself, the girl made her way forward in darkness. Strange how it provided more comfort to her than the light now...

She doubted the dawn would ever mean the same thing to her again, no matter how old she was lucky enough to grow. Thinking she was alone, her gentle humming turned into a quiet singing to herself. She was still here, she still lived.

She did.

“It's always summer, under the sea I know, I know, oh, oh, oh The birds have scales, and the fish take wing...”