@inadage : i didn't have anywhere else to go.

@inadage : dude, seriously?

AFTER SO MUCH CAREFUL PREPERATION, begging and half made promises, she had finally thought she would be able to get out of the castle undetected during the early hours of the morning. skipping out on all the rather boring parts that came with noble responsibility and instead learning something closely aligned to her personal interests. it had taken weeks to convince theon to teach her how to shoot a bow properly, under the strict condition that no one would find out about it. making it past the kitchen and through the great halls corridors, she could feel the brisk bite of the wind seeping through the front doors. before she could take any steps further its robbs voice emitting from behind her that causes her to freeze ' UH back to our quarters, to practice my embroidery with sansa. I was just stretching my legs. '

HE CAN FEEL THEIR CONFUSION, the way it aggressively churns his stomach and makes him feel ill. that same nauseating feeling he gets when scenes are changed last minute and he has no time to prepare for them. immediately he raises his hands in self defense, knowing that if Will needed even more confirmation that he was equally out of the loop it was there. ' NO ONE EVER TELLS ME ANYTHING, do you think if I was in on it I would keep you out? I have a hard enough time on my own keeping secrets to myself, adding in seven other peoples secrets makes it a little more difficult to manage. I tend to blur most things out. '

nadia's words linger, spiralling deliciously in ear canals, before they dissolve into the self-crafted cellar of her rib cage —— (reader, this is where she stores the basis of her longevity) ... cannot keep it tucked tight near frontal lobe because in the end, the brain ALREADY KNOWS TOO MUCH. it's the epicentre of her land-side existence. it was born; came with the screaming thing from a womb and begging for something as mundane as growth. * i haven't belonged so personally to this vessel in years. the question begs, WHICH I IS SHE REFERRING TO ? see, when death swells at midnight and resurrection breathes at dawn one can never be too sure. she meets it in the mirror and wishes for a time where she did not have to be comfortable with preferring it this way. the i in telling, however, isn't defined by a name. like a star during the cusp of explosion —— IT'S ALL AND NONE OF HER !