laography | the stars, the moon, they have all been blown out

[ Offering him a squinted, slant of a smile in response to the flush that colors his cheeks, the way that he seems to relax a little more, Jojen nods his head at the question. Because it's true, he did fall for him. Even when Meera had been shot from the sky he'd stayed up there, trying to find her from his position high above. But after watching over Bran for so long, he's found that he can't simply sit idly by now. ]

I would not lie, and I think you know that. [ He regards him with a keen interest, and the smile fades just the slightest bit in response to his skepticism. Not that he's surprised, but regardless.

Reaching out, he touches two fingers to his chest, where his heart beats in his breast. ] I fell because of this, and what's in store for you.

[ he almost feels chided and bran shuts his mouth again, watching as the person--the star--jojen reaches forward and presses his fingers to his chest. it's all a very surreal experience, and he doesn't break eye contact as he tries to compartmentalize everything that's happening, tries to find a way to explain, or at least understand. ]

I can't help you. [ it's a fact of life, and he knows it. ] I can't--I can't even come find you. If you've been watching me, you would know that too.

[ because he's useless outside of his dreams. ]

I'm here to rectify that, Bran. [ Touch lingering for a moment longer, he drops his hand as his moss-green eyes scan Bran's face in quiet contemplation. It twists something in his chest as he takes in that hopelessness, but he remembers when he smiled more often. Before he was pushed from that tower.

But that memory just encourages him further. ]

I fell to help you. To heal you. [ And he says it with such a serious face, focus solely on the boy in front of him. ]

[ for a moment, all bran can do is just stare.

sure, he must be magical. as a star, that has to come with some kind of magic. but to heal bran? he's a broken, useless thing, a bird with no wings, left for dead. bran survived--he did that much--but to walk again would be foolish.

and yet.

his gaze hardens and bran's mouth curls into a frown. he thinks he might be waking up soon, if he can tell by the pull at the edge of his conscious, and he eventually asks-- ] Where are you?

[ Jojen wants to ask him if he remembers asking for help, even if he never voiced it aloud. A wish is a wish, and stars will always hear every wish that's made under them. Help me, I can't help myself anymore, he'd pleaded, and he'd been heard. Of course, there are very few stars that would willingly fall for mankind. But Jojen's always been considered an oddity.

The way Bran's expression hardens, he tilts his head the slightest bit while he watches him, waiting. He can't just demand that he quickly make a decision, although there is a great deal of time against them.

With the question, he looks off into the distance, where he knows Bran is still asleep. ] There's a clearing, not far from the keep. I think you'll know it when you see it.

[ Then, he turns to face him again, reaching out to tap his finger gently between the furrow of his brows. Time to wake up, Bran. ]

[ bran awakens with a gasp, his brown eyes snapping wide awake as he sits up, looking around the room. hodor, concerned as he is, comes dashing into the rooms, but bran doesn't even notice, occupied by the sound of his heart thudding in his ears. that was by far the clearest dream bran had ever had, and he knew that it wasn't simply a dream. it couldn't be.

so he'd pulled himself up with the pulley in his room and asked hodor to take him out to the clearing, half believing and half skeptic.

and as they come upon the clearing, bran has to swallow his heart in this throat, because even from a distance, he can see the crater--it's real, and he wants to scream and yell, half out of delight and half to wake him again. urging hodor on, bran makes it to the crater and looks over the edge, hodor's confused face appearing over the edge as well. ] Jojen!

[ As Bran awakens, so too does Jojen. But his is with a grimace, as he moves to sit up from where he's been laying in the pit of the crater. His everything aches, but he tries to turn his focus outwards instead of on himself. The ache will go before too long, and he just shifts so that he can get his long legs under him. Smoothing a hand through his disheveled hair, he tries to keep his balance as he starts to move around.

It gets the feeling back into his limbs, thankfully, although his head still aches. He doesn't know if this is because of his crash landing or because of his dream, but all the same he pushes it away as best he can so that he can climb out when the time comes.

But then he hears movement, and looks up. There's Bran, with Hodor, and he offers him a crooked, squinty grin. ] Ah, there you are.

[ unbelievable, just, unbelievable. the boy from his dreams, the star is literally right there. bran stares down at him with big huge wide eyes, mouth open like he can't even believe what's happening. (he can't.) when is bran's luck ever this real?

it isn't. ] Hodor--come on, we have to help him.

[ hodor agrees with him ("hodor") and clambers over the edge of the crater, sliding down the side with a lot of ease for a man of his size; bran practically climbs up his shoulders to make sure he can see him better, and he tries to stem all of his wild curiosity, his childish excitement. ] Are you alright?

[ Taking a step back so that Hodor won't wind up landing on him, should he trip, Jojen works on dusting himself off. His white clothes are a little scuffed up, to be honest, and he stands out like a... well, like a star in the night. That won't do, he can't exactly risk drawing more attention to himself than he probably already has. ]

Rather rough landing, but I do think I'll live. [ He lifts his gaze up from accessing himself to Bran and his giant friend, coming closer to him and bringing a hand up to pat Hodor on the shoulder. ] Good job, Hodor. Thank you.

the stars, the moon, they have all been blown out

BUT BABY ANGEL

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