Test Drive Meme

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TEST DRIVE MEME

 

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[excoriation]

[ He's not at all perturbed by his new environment, or at least, not at first glance. Ramsay is a man not fond of feeling powerless, of feeling lesser, but he knows how to smile and play genial, even down to his britches and covered in blue slime (even filthy from Winterfell's dungeons, stinking of rats and piss.) Unlike many lords, he does not rage, does not make demands, to know where he is and who has taken him. These things will come to light soon enough, he's sure. ]

[ Still, there's a powerful relief to be had when he sees his lady wife. She's not near as pretty like this, bedraggled as a drowned cat and showing the marks of her wear, but his Arya will do for him as any good wife would and ease his frustrations at the situation, he's sure of it. He watches her move through the people like a cat in the grass. ]

[ She stumbles as she steps into the shower, and sure as anything, he is beside her, to take her arm. Washing her is Reek's job, of course, and Ramsay is long done with being Reek, being weak, but his fingers grip bruises into her soft, womanly flesh as he helps her below the spray. ]

My sweetling.

[withpain]

[ Powerless and lesser are feelings that occupy the entire life she was reborn into, and while she is no good at smiling, playing genial or turning the other cheek when the gods deemed fit to slap her in the face, she had nearly perfected being demure. Unlike many little girls she does not cry (alright, a little, but no more than reason; no more than the few tears that cling to her eyelashes and refuse to fall down her cheeks) or put up a big fuss when the others who have woken in the liquid beds with strange tubes shoved down their throat to gag them start to move toward doors at the end of the room. ]

[ Jeyne is naked and shivering in the goo, but she walks. Everyone is naked and she figures she ought not feel as exposed and ashamed as she does, but still wraps her arms around her body and shuffles with her head down. It is a wonder she does not run into anyone, and a given that she does not see him. ]

[ The hands are familiar, though, and terrifying. Goose flesh runs up her arms that has nothing to do with any chill and she balks; spine stiffening and knees locking up as if she could possibly dig her heels in and refuse to be moved. But the water of the shower is running and he has the element of surprise with which to drag her under the spray. Blinking and spluttering, Jeyne shakes her head to clear the sopping hair and sudden assalt of water from the nozzle out of her face. The white of his knuckles makes her heart rise in her chest, threatening to worm up her throat and out her mouth. Seeing the white of his face and she might just cry, but avoiding his gaze might just anger him enough to give her a reason to cry. ]

...M -...my lord. [ Uneven words to match an uneven heartbeat. ] I did not... not see you. I did not know you were here.