Brandon spills his drink all over the front of her dress.
No one ever mentions it again, because for the most part no one sees, since no sooner has the burgundy liquid splattered against the silk than Ned is pulling her out through the door and into the garden. In retrospect, this is the most foolish thing he could have done, since embarrassment over a stained dress is far easier to surmount than the shame of being found outside with a man she is not (yet) meant to be wedding.
As it is, she does not seem embarrassed, or, for that matter, perturbed to find herself alone with him.
‘It’s a cool night, Lord Stark,’ she says calmly, peeling her gloves off carefully and clutching them, in a delicate white ball, just over the stain. ‘You know you’re very gallant.’
That’s Brandon, he starts to say, until he realized that it’s Brandon who spilled on her, Brandon who is inside, drunk off his ass, Brandon who will receive a scolding later from their father. He frowns.
‘I’m sorry about my Lady’s dress,’ he says quietly. And honestly, he is. A lark caws somewhere in the bushes to their right.
She smiles. ‘I won’t make you walk with me, Lord Stark, but do rejoin the party. Perhaps your brother will spill you a pretty stain to match mine, and we can go walking together without seeming suspect.’ She gently takes his hand and presses her gloves into it.
‘My Lady,’ he calls as she begins to walk away. ‘You shouldn’t walk alo—‘
‘Tomorrow, my Lord,’ she laughs, and then she— in blue and white and burgundy —is gone.
five song meme||anon said: nedxashara
one. man on the mountaintop||holly brook
there’s a man on the mountaintop
and he’s shooting up all the stars
went away to mend his broken heart
but he didn’t get very far
two. apologies||grace potter and the nocturnals
he was always stepping out for air and he froze
oh he froze
he said it’s crazy
how love stays with me
you know it hurts me
cause I don’t wanna fight this war
three. oh sailor||fiona apple
and what a thing to know what could be instead
oh what a blessed curse to see
took the agenda from its place in my bed
made a merry paramour of me
four. the child is gone||fiona apple
‘cause I suddenly feel like a different person
from the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion
and I ran my hand o’er a strange inversion
a vacancy that just did not belong
five. honey honey||feist
even if he wanted to
do you think he’d come back
would he come back
and sorrow fills the silence all around - ashara/ned
forget you once had sweethearts
they’ve forgotten you
go to sleep now you little fool
you’ll not feel the drowning
The wind chills the tears against her cheeks and wraps her dress around her legs. Ashara reaches out to steady herself before realizing that falling is the entire point. Her hands shake as she lowers them back to her side.
Dawn’s in the room behind her, propped against the empty cradle, both of them silent encouragements and reminders of everything she’s lost. Her legs begin to tremble. My brother. My baby.
Even Ned, though she never really had him to begin with. He’s long gone by now. Gone to raise Lyanna’s son, to raise Catelyn’s son. He has no time for her and the daughter they lost. You should have seen her, Ned. She was so beautiful, so perfect. So still, so quiet. She dangles a foot over the edge.
They’d buried her in the rocky ground near the edge of the cliff. A tiny grave for a tiny girl. Arthur went next to her not long after. My brother. My baby.
The waves crash over the rocks far below, the thunderous sounds echoing in her ears. She is so cold, inside and out. So tired of feeling empty. So tired of feeling too much.
The wind wips her hair into her face, blinding her to the white caps and the weathered rocks below. She can still hear the sounds playing to her ears like a song. Like the song she and Ned had danced to at Harrenhal. I smiled and laughed. He blushed and stuttered. He’d tasted like ale when I kissed him later in the dark of my chambers. She had been so happy, so alive. Like she knows she never can be again.
There’s a smile on Ashara’s face when she stretches her arms out to the night, and steps off the ledge.
i was the one you always dreamed of
you were the one i tried to draw
how dare you say it’s nothing to me
baby, you’re the only light i ever saw
Oh, at first it’s awkward; the kind of pale, sickening awkward that Ned’s nightmares are made of, when Brandon sees him looking over at her and…