voicetest | homeless, kinda looking for a place

[honestlyheadless]

Oh, child, do not. There are far better things in both your world and mine than contemplating my voice in your head. It might not end well. [See oh-so unclever username.]

... Though if it means I might see my family one more time, I would not argue.

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[flamingsonofabitch]

Seeing one's family again is the best of reasons for submitting to be written about, even if only briefly. [ Whatever flaws Feanor has (and there are many) he does very much love (most of) his family. (How he feels about his half brothers and their children is wide open to interpretation......) But congratulations, Ned - you get to see him in one of his rare softer, wistful moments. He doesn't have many. Take a picture because it won't last... ]

[honestlyheadless]

If that is my reward, then I will happily go.

[flamingsonofabitch]

[ Feanor regards this man thoughtfully for a few moments. ]

How did you come to lose yours?

[honestlyheadless]

[Ned sobers abruptly.] I was arrested. [And murdered. Just... not saying that yet.] I was caught in the wrong power play at the wrong time.

[flamingsonofabitch]

Ah. Politics. [ He rolls his eyes, giving an expressive shrug and wave of the hand. He's never much cared for politics. Hence, perhaps, why his people are mostly more in favor of following his younger brother but let's not talk about that. ]

[honestlyheadless]

My dislike for politics knows no bounds.

[flamingsonofabitch]

Then you are in good company. I do not trust anyone who actually likes politics. [ ..... like his brother. ]

[honestlyheadless]

Then I think we might get along. [Still reserving judgment, though. Hard to trust anything after being executed and all, you know.]

[flamingsonofabitch]

Perhaps. Time will tell there. I suppose, however, it might help if we exchange names. I am Fëanáro. [ He eschews the more formal titles and such here for in this place between worlds even prideful Feanor recognizes that they have little meaning. And after all, he suspects that most mortals know as little of him as he does of them, and learning about them passes the time. ]

[honestlyheadless]

Well met, Fëanáro. I am Eddard Stark, known to some as Ned and to others as the Lord of Winterfell. [In contrast, Ned really has only his titles right now to hold to. That is, the titles he'll claim. Hand of the King can go rot, as far as he's concerned right now.]

[catchallthecats]

[Please excuse one Stark child who is, shock of shocks, speechless at the sight of you, Ned.]

[honestlyheadless]

[One Stark child is excused. It takes a moment for him to find words himself.]

Arya?

[catchallthecats]

[Further excuses, she's just gonna fling herself right at him to throw her arms around him and cling for all she's worth.

She's grown since you last saw her Ned. And that hair is so very short now, isn't it?]

Father!

[honestlyheadless]

[So very short, but whatever. Hair doesn't make the daughter. Questions later, hugs now. He catches her and holds her almost too tightly.

Doesn't say anything. What can be said?]

[catchallthecats]

I was starting to think my mun was lying when she said I'd get to see you again.

[Just really... how can she explain how it feels to be held by her father again after everything that's happened?]

[honestlyheadless]

Muns are not in the habit of lying to us. [For the most part, at any rate.] I am very glad to see that yours was right.

[He couldn't begin to explain what it's like to hold his daughter again; she doesn't have to try.]

[catchallthecats]

Maybe not, but my mun is absolutely awful. [Sulk sulk.]

...I missed you.

[honestlyheadless]

I'm sure yours isn't that bad. [He smooths too-short hair back from her forehead.]

And I, you.

[catchallthecats]

She's positively terrible. [But really, Mundanes aren't really important here, what's important is that her father is here, and they're together again, and for just a little while nothing hurts.]

[honestlyheadless]

Tell me: how is she so terrible?

[catchallthecats]

All of my friends keep vanishing. She thinks it's funny when I start to trust someone and they get pulled back home again.

[honestlyheadless]

Well, then, she might be as terrible as you say.

[catchallthecats]

She is, she's awful.

[Time for a subject change though. Thinking about lost friends hurts. Not as much as lost fathers, but the ache was still there.]

...It is an odd place she's put me though. So many different types of people and strange magics...

[honestlyheadless]

[Ned motions toward an oh-so conveniently placed bench. (Why not? It's some weird head-space we're all in, right?)] Come and tell me about it.