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sansa | his face all red (au)

[redden]

[ All paths begin and end in the forest. Some of the men that walk these paths end there too.

Sansa hadn't been strong, but the ground had been damp and instead of giving him leverage to push his face up from the waters, it had swallowed his hands with thick black mud and played accomplice to all those foul deeds. The only witness had been the trees.

She thinks of it now as she tip toes towards the lake that lies still and deep at the heart of the woods. The brambles reach and tug at her skirts, but Sansa pulls them away hastily as she hurries along. He'd been cold as ice and stiff as stone as he'd slipped down, down, into the waters, disappearing beneath its inky surface. And yet, there he'd been at breakfast, as if no such thing had ever come to pass. And yet, he still smiled with a mouth full of teeth. And yet—

And yet. ]

[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

[She rises from the lake, her eyes wide, her hair sleek and flat against her head. She looks like she belongs there, the blade beneath the water. Water is her element, all lakes are the same lake to her.

She looks up at Sansa. She can recognize pain, when it is similar to hers. She can recognize women who are not her.]

What are you looking for, little bird?

[maw]

[ And even the trees had gone silent, that night, their heads bowed as the deed was done.

They laugh, tonight, whispering as she moves, shadows dancing within shadows, seeking to trip and to tear, as if to say, run, run, little girl, run for your life, we know what you've done, we know what you are.

A shape floats in the middle of the lake, indiscernible from the shore, big enough to be a body but slim enough that it might simply be driftwood, too. The surface, save that single object, is completely still. ]