entranceway | first dream

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[ bran stark has been told through all of his life that his family's curse is just that--a curse. growing up with the lidells had not been a bad life, save for a terrible fall that left him crippled from the waist down, but it was often a lonely one. while the family was big, they only had each other, and they lived that way because their curse wouldn't allow them to touch anyone who was their opposite gender, or a terrible thing would happen.

but here was the thing: for bran, it wasn't that terrible.

when he bumped into a girl in the middle of the hallway, it had only somewhat been an accident. he didn't quite recognize her, but bran was thrilled with the puff of smoke that followed, because he left his wheelchair (and his clothes) far behind. for as a raven his legs were still useless, but his wings?

his wings stretched on, catching the wind above the great house they've been spending their time in and sailing out through the windows. whoever he ran into would simply have to wonder where he'd gone, as when he was stuck as a raven? well, he could fly.

so, he does, out of the window and through the skies towards the tallest part of the mansion. he used to love to climb as a kid, and this is that but a thousand times better, and he soars through the mansion, ducking down to tug on the occasional dog's tail, feeling light and, well, free as free could be.

all that comes to an end though, and when bran feels the pull of being human again, he alights down on top of the roof. there's a poof and he's back to normal--and very stuck. he sends out a video message that shows just his face, showing a skill with the device that definitely wasn't there before today. there are six or seven ravens around him, just visible in the video feed, cawing and occasionally picking at his hair. bran seems completely unbothered by them as he speaks.]

Hullo. [ how to start this. ] I'm, um. Stuck on the roof. Would someone be able to help me?

[ how embarrassing. ]

{ this will serve as a catchall for the event! if you don't want to reply to the video post that's more than fine--just lemme know you want something different! feel free to run into him as either a raven or a person, although there isn't much "running into" to be done to a kid in a new wheelchair ~~that i can assume he got since this is an AU event ♥~~. }

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[ Though the broadcast Bran places on the network worries him, it's more out of concern of who may come to Bran's aid than anything else. But Jojen hasn't had any poor greendreams yet, no visions of harm coming to Bran thus far, so he takes the moment to put himself together and retrieve some things before he heads out to where he knows the younger boy will be.

The wheelchair is a peculiar thing, even from a distance, but he's at least glad that someone has retrieved his friend from the rooftop, gotten him a proper change of clothes-- odd as they may be, as well-- and gotten him the chair. It's much better than a cart would be, considering it allows Bran to travel through his own power rather than someone else's.

(It also means that Jojen need not worry quite as much about how he'll traverse Wonderland, when his own strength is dwindling every day.)

Jojen clucks his tongue softly as he comes closer, Bran's wolf cloak draped over his arm just in case they wind up needing it again. ]

I wonder, will you listen to my advice in the future if you get stuck enough times? [ His tone is light though, and he offers him a bit of an amused look. At least he's no longer stuck on the roof. ]

[ though he doesn't say anything about it, there's an obvious light that crosses bran's face the moment jojen crosses his path--the mysterious, often sickly teen is his favorite person in the whole mansion, the only friend he has outside of his family and a true and loyal one, the best he could ever ask for. as much as he worries for him and how ill he's been recently, bran can always appreciate his company, and he even notices the pelt cloak draped over his arms, happy to see it.

...but, he does at least have the gall to look sheepish. ] I couldn't help it.

[ his look is imploring--"you wouldn't either", really--but he wheels himself across the hallway when jojen comes close, reaching for the wolf pelt in his arms. bran couldn't tell you why, but he's always been attached to it--perhaps it's his status as a raven that would say so. ]

[ Coming to meet him as he wheels the chair forward, Jojen inclines his head the slightest bit and hums his amusement. But there's no judgement in his face or voice, and he merely relinquishes the pelt to him as he reaches for it. He has no need for it right now, but he understands that even with the memories that Wonderland has given him it's still comforting in its way to have. ]

And those who know the truth would hardly judge you for it.

[ But the memories, for as much of a lie to Bran and the others as they are, aren't fake. Bran believes them to be real, so they are real. He has no intention to tell him otherwise, and instead he goes along with them seamlessly. Perhaps it's easier for him to do than it is for others, given his sight and what it tells him. Or perhaps it's because of the position the young Stark has in his life. ]

[ bran gives jojen a thankful look as he takes the pelt and spreads it out over his lap in the wheelchair, fingers brushing against the soft fur. he's still not sure what makes it so familiar, just that he simply knows it, like he simply knows jojen. ]

You are the only one who does. [ he says so without much gravity, simply because it's already implied--he knows jojen's illness as jojen knows his curse, and it's because bran trusts him entirely. in fact, you could say it's a little light hearted and he gives jojen a faint little smile as he comes close. ] Are you well today, Jojen?

[ he hadn't been, not as long as they've known each other, but it was always worth an ask. ]

And that still applies. [ Jojen speaks frankly of it, offering the smallest smile in return as he watches Bran spread the pelt over his lap. It's a perfect use for it, when he doesn't truly wear it, as he utilizes the wheeled chair that he was given. It also lets him keep it close to him, which he can't help but encourage. He isn't sure how long these memories will last, but at least it's a trace of his true self.

As is Jojen, he realizes. But he just tilts his head and looks off to the side as if contemplating the question.

Truth be told? He's actually feeling rather miserable at the moment. But that isn't to say he hasn't learned how to push forward and mask how bad it really is. He had, after all, had a great deal of practice while they were traveling beyond the Wall. So when he looks back to Bran, it's easy enough. ] Well enough, I suppose. Better than I had been earlier.

[ it's relieving to hear that he's feeling well--he had just conversed with jo earlier in the day about the state of his best friend's illness. it was a curse of a different kind, and bran feared for the day when he became so sick that he couldn't help him anymore, because all bran could do now was give him something for his teeth and stay with him while he twitched and convulsed with the fever. ]

It's good to see you walking about! [ and truly, it is. ] Did you get my message?

[ said with all of the eagerness of a young boy--he's a sweet boy, quick to laugh, easy to love--and bran leans back a little in his chair, completely comfortable in jojen's presence, and one of very few people who earns that right. ]

[ It won't be long before his illness has him bedridden again, he imagines. But Jojen has much to do, and Bran is here, so he won't keep himself confined like he had been when he first became sick with greywater fever. Perhaps Wonderland will help heal him, but thus far he highly doubts that it'll be quick enough to beat the fever. He just hopes that it ends soon, so that Bran no longer has to watch him struggle through it. ]

It's good to be walking about. The fresh air helps. [ His enthusiasm is heartening, to say the least. ] I did. When did you wish to go?

[ Something in his chest warms with the comfort between them, the eagerness that he hasn't seen since before Bran fell from the tower. This mock-family has been good for him. ]

Jo's invited us for dinner. She's making chicken pies. [ bran gives him a look of imploring for a second, as if he could try to make sure his friend would come to dinner. to be invited is really an honor, even if it doesn't seem like it--jo and james have been so good to him, and so good to jojen as well. he's lucky that their friendship has been as long and true as it is, and he found a lifelong companion and friend in jojen reed. ~~laughcries~~

that reminds him of something his sister said, though, and bran looks over jojen. though he looks healthier today, there's still a sickly flush to his cheeks, and it concerns him. ] She also said that one of our cousins here is very good with medicine. I haven't met her since I was small, but she could help you.

[ though she is a girl. he risked a lot by sending jojen her way, but bran would do anything to be sure his friend was well again. ]

[ Chuckling something quiet, Jojen reaches out and pinches a bit of hair between his thumb and forefinger, giving it the littlest of tugs to tease in response to the look that he gives him. The future here is a fickle thing, and he feels like it has everything to do with the magic of Wonderland, but this will be safe to do. This lie right now has no consequence for Bran, and will only serve to create lasting bonds that they will need. ] Then I will absolutely have to come.

[ He should find a walking stick, honestly, but pretending to not need it reassures Bran more than the sight of it would he thinks. But his sudden information is a curious thing, and he tips his head the slightest bit. ]

Perhaps I will pay her a visit. Which cousin is this? You have so many, even I have a hard time keeping track of them all. [ As if he truly knows them. ]

She insists, and so do I. [ bran smiles when he accepts--though he does bat his hand away when he reaches for his curls, a little self conscious of the length of them. (he's been mistaken for a girl enough times among his family, whether jokingly or not.) still, it'll be an enjoyable experience, he thinks, especially if james is going to be there. ] James will be coming as well, and he's been wanting to truly meet you for some time. I don't know why he's home from school, but I couldn't be happier.

[ really, he couldn't--the former stark was in high spirits. ]

Her name is Martha. She's similar to me. [ as in--she's a bird. ] And she takes wonderful care of the family. Jo said she would speak with her about seeing you, and I think she could help you feel well again. [ it has been a long time since jojen felt well, bran thinks, but here, he has no reason not to be hopeful. his cousins are infallible, aren't they? ]

You could insist many things, and I would always be compelled to oblige. [ Jojen speaks frankly as he always does, sincere in his directness, though there's a twitch of a smile on his face as he bats his hand away. An idle thought to trim away some of his hair comes to mind, but at the same time he could hardly bring himself to do it-- he's particularly fond of Bran's hair, regardless of his idle self-conscious with it. ] It would be good to properly meet him, finally, rather than hear your tales of him.

[ As if he knows anything at all of the wizard, save for what his greendreams have told him in brief flickers. But he plays his part seamlessly now, for Bran's sake.

Yet he can't help his curiosity when it comes to this Martha woman. ]

Perhaps you might take me to meet her after we eat with Jo, then. Sometime, at the very least. She's your family, so I need not worry. [ Though he knows what the end result will, undoubtedly, be... well, Wonderland's futures have been fickle in his dreams. ]

[ there's something about the way that jojen speaks, the sincerity behind his words, that gets bran a little flustered--he ducks his head when he says so, hiding his smile down facing the wolf pelt in his lap. though bran doesn't know why, he's always thought of loyal as one of his buzzwords to describe jojen; maybe because he's always been there, or something. either way, he picks at the wolf fur a little, smiling softly down into it. ] You will love him, I promise! I've told as many stories of you to him as I have to you, and he's long been telling me to bring you by.

[ james and jo are the best, is the summary of this right here. his smile fades a little, returning to his usual, more stoic expression, and bran nods seriously, worried for his best friend. ] I would be glad to. I've only met her when I was very small, but I promise she will take the best care of you possible.

[ As Bran drops his gaze, Jojen lets his expression soften a little more. He always takes delight in the fact that he can sometimes get Bran to smile, and that will hardly change, regardless of whether he is Stark or Liddell or whatever name he might don while in Wonderland. His hand moves to settle on one of the handles of his chair, an idle gesture as he leans a little to angle closer to him. ] I trust you haven't told him too many awful things about me, then, if he's asking after me.

[ There's another reason that he leans a bit of his weight on the chair, and that is because simply existing tends to exhaust him a great deal these days. He will hold it together, however, for Bran. And to meet the Liddells. ] Then we will have our visit with Jo, and find some time where we might see Martha.

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