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[sub][color=fee34c]Lady Lorelai Lannister[/color][/sub]

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Sunset spanned endless across the horizon of the sea, crashing ocean waves charmed into gentler, rolling, waves from the seafloor at the bay. The wooden pier warmed by the sunny day now setting made warmer by the feel of her body resting backwards into his, as they watched the ships set out across the expanse of blues, purples, pinks, and golds burning with the setting sun, the happy day slowly winding to an end.

His voice was a ghost in her head, but she remembered laughing all the same, “What?!” She asked, incredulous and almost not believing what he’d just said.

“Oh, yes,” he began to explain, the sound of a smile in his whimsical tone, “If our children come to me asking to go on some grand adventure, I’m proposing they pack immediately. It’s a win for them, it’s a win for us: they get to go find the better life they don’t know they don’t need, and I get you all to myself. Bye children! Guards,” he mimicked the lordly tone of his own father, she recognized, “make sure to lock the gates after they’re gone, and leave the Lady and I alone for the evening!” 

Strong arms squeezed her body even closer to his as twilight and the sea collided all around them. Yet, she couldn’t help herself but laugh. He was ridiculous. He always had been. When you meet your betrothed for the first time as he crashes through solar doors, falling on his back, dressed in the cushions and mock armor of a training dummy…it was hard to keep track of the twists and turns that took them from intended to friends to lovers counting down the days until marriage. 

“Let’s do it, Lor,” he whispered it, a secret hushed thing that touched her ear like a secret language meant just for them. The way she turned her head, it was as if he knew the curious expression on her face, “let’s runaway. Let’s get married by the kind of Septon who won’t even ask our names. Let’s have these children so we can set them free and enjoy the rest of our days laughing at each other. Please.”

In a way, she had been eternally grateful her back was nestled into his chest, that he couldn’t see the stupid smile on her face, or the way she bit her lip, truly tempted. “Our parents,” she said through suppressed laughter, “would murder the both of us. Our children would never get to be born.” 

“I’ll take my chances,” he said, as she turned in his arms, to look at him. To feel his lips touch hers. The endless starlight above resting in the haze of the twilight sky darkened as her fingers brushed his face, taking his face in her hands, as his arms pressed her closer than she could ever actually be. 

“I need you so much closer…”

The world was black, silent. It happened so fast, the story about two ghosts in love, forever, as the dream of the memory cut out like a dagger to her heart, the chilled night air of Casterly Rock reminded her of where she was, and what she’d lost, all over again. Even as her body curled up in the bed, even as her eyes clinched shut and her hands into shaking fists, even as she begged it not to, the next memory that always came after the dream, came again. There he was, on that stupid horse, in that horrible armor. 

[i]”Don’t.”[/i] She begged him. [i]“Let’s do it, Jules,”[/i] her voice more desperate than his had been, [i]“let’s runaway. Let’s find that Septon that won’t even ask our names. Please.”[/i]

The way love softened his eyes as he looked down at her. The way his head tilted, the hint of mischief and warmth mixing as he tapped his index finger on her nose, threatening to make her laugh, [i]“C’mon. I’ll be back. What would you ever do without me?”[/i] He asked, and she smiled.

Through the haunting, the world didn’t matter, she didn’t know where she was. She never stopped to think. She never bothered to look. She just opened her eyes, and the sharp gasp came out of her, as she stood on the railing of the balcony to her bedchamber, carved out of the same stone of the Rock as all the rest of it. 

[i]Jump[/i], she thought, [i]What can you ever do without him?[/i] 

A deep breath like a chain reaction of gusts through mountain passes sent chills through her, the sea and the night darkened by clouds broken like stained glass as the tears pooled in her emerald eyes. 

“Step down, dear Lady.”

She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound, bare feet stubbornly holding onto the very edge of the thick stone rail, her head whipping to the left to trace the sound, finding it as the thick of her palms pushed salty tears from her eyes, alerting her to the strange foreigner standing on the balcony that once belonged to her brother, when he was still her brother, before whoever he was now came back with all the strange and eccentric foreigners. 

He didn’t look scared, only sad, “Please.”

Blood rushed warmth back into her cheeks as she felt herself blush, as she suddenly felt embarrassed, trembling as she stepped down, and turned, terrified, shutting the slender double doors that led from her bedchamber to the balcony behind her, resting her back against the cold glass of the windowed slender doors, her body sinking as she only wished she could feel his warmth on her back once again.

[i]Please.[/i] The word echoed. In Julien's voice. In her voice. Face burying in her hands as she felt herself break, as she felt the sobbing start again. Nothing ever stopped it. She would just find herself awake, still crumpled down on the floor of her bedchamber, sunlight flooding through the doors behind her. In the pitch darkness of her bedchamber, she wished for that sleep, for that sudden unconsciousness.

“Please,” she thought she heard it say, when the sound it made was different: [i]CAW![/i] It screamed at her as she spread her fingers just enough to look, and see it perched on the foot of her bed. [i]CAW![/i]

It screamed at her again, and her body jolted in shock, as she heard it say [i]Please[/i] again. The shock was nothing to the confusion she felt when she realized the big, black, bird was staring straight at her…with three eyes. She gasped herself awake, still crumpled on the floor, still leaning against the slender double doors that led to the balcony, sunlight streaming in to flood her bedchamber with light. 

A bedchamber with no one else but her, not even a bird with three eyes. [/color]