He was no longer a person; nothing more but a wisp in the BLACK history of Allerdale Hall. Thomas had no idea how she had come to possess his home, but he wondered if she was aware of the unfortunate circumstances in its bloody history. He’d only peeked into her room to see who now owned the home, but seemed to have frightened her as a result.
It wasn’t his intention, and he’d drawn just enough energy to place a red rose on her side table, as his way of an apology.
She hated it here at Allerdale. Aunt Lysa’s estate, for all the frigidity of its mistress, possessed the high, vaulted ceilings and airy sophistication Sansa associated with the embarrassingly wealthy. While the now-widowed Baelish had exorbitant funds of his own, the gift given for loyal service to his sovereign quite clearly demanded its ample use — and soon. Soil like blood leaked through the floors, sky served in place of a glass dome to greet those in the massive front hall; overhead, moths wheeled in flocks through air thick with must.
Nothing beautiful seemed to exist between its crumbling walls — except one crimson rose.
Petyr swore it was not of his doing, though she could see a faint shimmer in celadon that suggested he might try next time. He suggested it was left behind by those who came before — impossible, as the house had stood vacant for months, unsuitable even for drifters. And that face, at her window… Sansa returned to her room, circling about the aged boards with the blossom caught up between slim fingers. “I’m not afraid,” she said softly, as if to convince herself. “I’m not afraid of you.” Repeated louder, to a maddeningly empty room. After all, what monster left behind red roses?
should an exclusive partner go inactive for 1+ month, then i will become tentatively open to interactions with duplicates. when/if they return then exclusivity may resume.
