[The room is dark, lit by candle and cold moonlight. Two men, one young, one older, sit at a table- until the young man rises. They talk, the mood is tense-- and then the older man shares a story that leaves the younger speechless and uncomfortable.
Ramsay doesn't enjoy watching the conversation. His father has always made him feel ways he'd rather not. He almost hates himself, hates the hungry way the memory of himself watches Roose as he offers his son a way to be of service to the family.
But he's aware he's not the only one watching this memory. He can see a familiar face on the other side of the table, also witnessing the scene. How had she wound up right here in time to see this? Fucking magic, that had to be it.
As the memory fades and the city fades back into view around them Ramsay holds his tongue. He'll let her speak first.]
FOR CLAIRE - warning for talk of rape in the video
Ramsay doesn't enjoy watching the conversation. His father has always made him feel ways he'd rather not. He almost hates himself, hates the hungry way the memory of himself watches Roose as he offers his son a way to be of service to the family.
But he's aware he's not the only one watching this memory. He can see a familiar face on the other side of the table, also witnessing the scene. How had she wound up right here in time to see this? Fucking magic, that had to be it.
As the memory fades and the city fades back into view around them Ramsay holds his tongue. He'll let her speak first.]