ilyielt
i cannot fix this [ US, ME.. ] if you do not grant me the opportunity to, sansa.
martyir
i mourn you. [ and that feels weird to her. sansa has mourned friends and family, but that was because they were dead. it made no sense in her head to mourn someone who was alive and well—- standing right here. maybe she did hate him because of that. or, maybe she only hated the path he chose ] to be in agreement with darkness is to be dark yourself—-.. [ she forgets what he is sometimes, a wizard that could change the entire story with just a flick of his wand and a spell spoken in a language she didn’t know. her eyes fell to his hand the very moment she turns and the only thing she could do is laugh, a rueful sound close to a whisper ] of course.. it is only in your nature, isn’t it? @ilyielt
ilyielt
( with no other words, and no other courses of action available, the only reasonable solution in jaemin’s mind is one simple spell —- a memory charm. all it takes is a simple whisper of the incantation, and a wave of his wand, and this could be resolved. ) hate ruins you, sansa. i don’t want to be the reason you bear that weight on your heart. ( a pause; he’s soft spoken, quiet, far too calm. fingers glide over the wand that rests on his side. he doesn’t pull it out —- not yet. ) do you hate me?
martyir
@ilyielt i meant what i said [no frozen waters, no winds of winter, could match her words. it’s spoken with a bite that’s riddled deep in both anger and hatred, emotions who danced their dominion hand in hand over the dragon rider’s heart——— Sansa simply refused to look at him,] .. there is nothing to fix.
