Open RP Post

[cwolfeh]

There's nothing wrong with reaching for new stars and those distance horizons.

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Favorite Memes:
Soulmate AU + Morning After Meme + Rainy Day Meme + Dystopian/Post-Apocalyptic AU + Buddy Cop AU

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[isabettershotthanyou]

If asked what happened, Bard wouldn't be able to explain it. He remembered attempting to protect some of the others, some of the individuals that he had come to call family and then his body had felt cold. So cold. The pain had been minimal, and for that he was thankful, his body giving out on him as he sank to his knees, coughing up some blood. Several people had called his name and a few had even touched him, trying to reassure him that he was going to be fine but he knew. Bard wasn't an idiot.

There was no coming back from this.

When he woke up next it was with a gasping breath that he didn't really need to take, his chest heaving for a moment as he stared up at the brilliant blue sky. For a moment he felt confused and simply stared, a hand lifting to rest on his chest--searching for a heartbeat that he inevitably didn't find. Bard's hand clenched, fingers curling in the material of his shirt.

He was dead.

His mind immediately went to those he'd protected, hoping they were safe and then to his child. Oh his dear children. He was never going to see them again. His heart ached and Bard closed his eyes against the odd burning sensation he could feel starting, tears pricking at his eyes but he refused to let them fall. They would be alright; he knew they would be. All three of them were strong. They would take care of one another and everything would be alright.

Once he was calm, the bowman finally opened his eyes again and went even further, slowly pushing himself up. It was then that he realized that he lay in a field of long grass that swayed gently in the wind, the sun warming everything it touched as the distant sound of birds reached him. The next thing he realized was that he was himself once more. The changes he had gone through were gone and he was human again, no tail, no wings--just himself. Bard of Dale. Bard the Bowman.

A surprised laugh escaped him as he looked himself over, staring down at his hands the longest as he let out a slow breath. Of course it would take death to return him to normal.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Robb had not died the way he wanted to die. It should have been a valiant death during battle or one of old age, surrounded by his loved ones. It should never have been like this, on the ground with arrows sticking out of him, betrayed. But then again, he should never have been a snake either. And even in a peaceful, quiet place like this Robb Stark feels restless. At least they have given him his legs back, his skin and a normal face, yet the thing he wants most, a beating heart, is not a part of all this.

When Bard arrives Robb finds himself right there between a foolish sort of happiness and a heavy sort of sadness.

“You died way too quick, Bard.” Robb crouches down next to him, his arms resting on his elbows. “That is quite unlike you.”

The smile around his lips is a bit of a melancholic one.