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( Michelle ):

( Ramsay )

His eyebrows rose in amusement and a sincere bit of shock at Novani’s anger towards Michelle. It truly was difficult to pick a favorite moment from the past few days, but this one? It was already fighting for a position in the top three.

❝ Ladies. Please. Let’s settle down. There’s no need for an    argument. ❞ Hell yes there was a need, and he knew exactly    how to make it WORSE: by letting it be her choice. Loud and    clear.

❝ Your request is fair enough, my Lady. I understand your con-    cern. ❞ He said, attention focused on Michelle, ❝ But in the end,    I believe the choice should be made by Lady Novani. Anything    else wouldn’t be fair. Would it? If she wants me to leave her    alone, I will. Of course. ❞

He turned his attention away from Michelle to look at the other woman, ❝ What do you think, my Lady? I’ll leave it up to you. Do you want me to leave you alone? ❞

Michelle closed her eyes for a moment just to stop them from rolling into the back of her skull in response to his words. Ramsay was attempting to make it seem like he was offering her some sort of choice, but there were no choices when it came to him. Free will didn’t exist for anyone Ramsay Bolton took even an ounce of interest in.

Dawn’s scolding didn’t help the situation either. She was taking out her anger on the wrong person, but Michelle had no way of convincing her of that. Not when she very clearly believed the Doctor was the enemy in all this.

❝ Yell all ya want, Dawn, but I’m not your enemy. I never have been. And Ramsay’s not actually givin’ ya a choice here. He’s just tryin’ to make it look that way. ❞

Novani pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down slightly to try and keep herself grounded, thinking over the situation at hand. The choice was CLEAR-- already being fueled even more by Michelle's insistence on calling her 'DAWN'.

Slowly and silently, Novani was stepping closer to Ramsay, her hand reaching out to card fingers through his own, holding firmly as her other hand came up to grip onto the fabric of his sleeve. Hazel eyes bore deeply into Michelle's, a sharp EDGE to them as she stood beside Ramsay.

❝ My choice was made the moment I knew what the Doctor did to me, ❞ she responded quietly, an anger swimming beneath her breath. ❝ And for the last time... I'm not her. I'm not Dawn. And you need to just ACCEPT that. It'll be easier on both of us if you do... ❞

.:The Unthinkable:.

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                      i am a 𝖧𝖴𝖬𝖠𝖭                               i am the 𝓥𝓘𝓛𝓛𝓐𝓘𝓝                                       i am the ＭＯＮＳＴＥＲ, 

                                                                                  { but you let me right in. }

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( Michelle ):

( Ramsay )

Ramsay stood on the other side of the door, listening to the conversation for the past couple minutes. Okay, so this was definitely not how he planned Michelle and Novani’s meeting in his head, but hey, he could easily make this work.

He was pleased to know his wife hadn’t been able to turn his new project away from him, and even MORE pleased that she enjoyed the previous night just as much as he did. This was just too damn easy.

He stood there only for half a moment, thinking over what he was going to say upon entering the room, but opened the door before Michelle could get a reply in. There would have to be some improvising.

❝ Ladies! Good morning. I do hope I’m not interrupting anything    serious. I would HATE to do that! I have to say: I’m pleased    you two have gotten this out of the way. There’s nothing more    tense than two of a man’s lovers meeting. ❞ He allowed a    small laugh before fully turning his attention to Michelle.

❝ Is something troubling you, my Lady? You look angry. I don’t    believe there’s any need for anger so early in the morning. Is    there? ❞

Those last few words from Dawn were enough to make her sick. And Ramsay entering the room in that moment was the LAST thing she needed. It was already clear just how much he was enjoying this– he’d probably listened to every word of their conversation from the other side of that damn door.

Nails dug deeply into the skin of her hand as she tightened her fists. She wanted to deck him right in his smug face, but she knew better. Consequences for the things she chose to do wouldn’t just be for her, but for the people here that she cared about.

She felt overwhelmed standing there. What the hell was she supposed to say? He would twist anything that came out of her mouth. He would get high on the drama and the misery like they were drugs, just as he ALWAYS did.

❝ I am NOT your lover. ❞ She hissed at him angrily, ❝ Just–

             –Leave her out of this, Ramsay! Please! She doesn’t understand what’s goin’ on!! Okay!? She was in a coma, and it has very clearly affected her! ❞

Michelle didn’t know why she was bothering with pleading at all. He was only going to find it amusing, but what the hell else could she do!? She was absolutely helpless in this.

Novani could feel herself jump a bit as Ramsay came into the room, looking over to him for just a moment before taking a deep breath and looking away. This really wasn't how she wanted this whole situation to have gone down. Honestly she would've rather this whole situation, right here, never had to happen.

But she supposed it couldn't be helped. Get it done with now. Like a bandaid. Because she knew Michelle would never want her to go through with her desire to hurt the Doctor as she wanted.

Returning her gaze back over to Michelle, her eyes narrowed slightly as her features hardened, ❝ Don't talk about me like I'm not standing right here, Michelle! And don't talk about me like I don't understand  anything. Don't patronize me. ❞

She paused as she leaned a bit closer, ❝ I understand SO much more  than I want to. I KNOW so much more than I've ever wanted to. If I didn't understand, then maybe that'd make everything so much easier! Maybe you should consider that YOU’RE the one that doesn’t understand what’s going on. ❞

.:The Unthinkable:.

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( Michelle ):

She couldn’t believe any of this was coming out of her best friend’s mouth. It didn’t sound like Dawn at all– but maybe that was because it really wasn’t her. Maybe she was being honest and the TARDIS really did create her. But it was also possible her assumption wasn’t entirely right. What if the TARDIS just transferred Dawn’s consciousness into a functioning body?

❝ Novani!? ❞ No. She wasn’t ‘Novani’. She was Dawn, and Michelle sure as hell wasn’t about to accept some name Ramsay Bolton gave her.

The name wasn’t humiliating or degrading at all. It was actually very pretty. And that only meant one very obvious thing: he was using it as a way to charm her into liking him. And clearly, it was working. Most of the things she said sounded heavily influenced by Ramsay. What in the world did he say to her to have such an impact?

❝ I’ve got no idea what the hell he said to ya, but ya know just as well as I do how good he is at manipulatin’ people. Ya remember what he did to Theon Greyjoy, yeah!? Robbed him of his identity? And then used him as a pawn in his games!? That’s exactly what he’s doin’ here, Dawn! What if the TARDIS just transferred your consciousness into a new body!? We don’t have all the facts here! ❞

Maybe she shouldn’t have used the name ‘Dawn’ so carelessly when she was so very against it, but she didn’t even mean to. It just came out.

❝ Did ya– did ya actually sleep with him last night!? ❞

Taking a slow breath, Novani let it out just as slowly, trying to calm herself as she heard that name again. Dawn. DAWN. It made an ache present itself in her chest, something torn between sadness and pain. And maybe it hurt as much as it did because  there was a part of her that always knew she'd never actually BE Dawn.

Not now, not ever.

Novani pulled back a bit, watching the other woman carefully and her words slipping through quietly, ❝ All I know is that I have all these emotions and all this-- anger. At him. Believe it or not, I felt all this anger before Ramsay ever had a say in it. He didn't even know what was going on when I saw the Doctor for the  first time down there. ❞

Her hazel hues averted as she went on, ❝ This is a choice I made. It's the only choice I can even have in all of this. To say he's robbing my identity would be wrong-- I never had an identity to begin with. ❞ She returned her eyes back to Michelle. 

❝ And yes. I did sleep with him last night. More than anything, I did it to hurt the Doctor. But-- I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. ❞

.:The Unthinkable:.

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Ramsay x Novani

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YOU complete me…

                                               in a way that is simply UNDEFINEABLE.

for you give me strength…

                                               you give me hope…

you’ve made me BELIEVE

                                               that I am worthy of so much more.

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( Michelle ):

She didn’t understand a single thing her friend was telling her. The TARDIS was capable of a lot of things, but actually creating another human being!? If this really was the Doctor’s idea as she claimed, there would have been SOME indication from him of such a fucked up plan before they arrived in Winterfell. But there was nothing. ❝ That’s– I don’t know where ya got that from but it’s absolutely wrong. The Doctor had nothin’ to do with this, he would’ve said somethin’– I would’ve known!! ❞ Michelle couldn’t accept any of this as truth, but more than anything, she couldn’t accept that last part at all. Was she actually implying she was cozying up to Ramsay willingly!? It angered her– disgusted her. This couldn’t be happening. ❝ You have got to be kiddin’ me. Ramsay gave ya a new purpose!? Really!? Ramsay Bolton. Are ya even listenin’ to yourself right now!? Do ya have any idea what he’s done to me!? To the Doctor!? If ya’ve got Dawn’s memories then ya know exactly who he is!! What he does to people!

       –He kills people for FUN, Dawn! He tortures the living, and doesn’t feel an ounce of remorse!!! Ya know it all cause ya’ve seen it!! What sort of purpose could a man like that possibly give ya!? He’s manipulatin’ you!! ❞

Everything Michelle was saying, Novani had already pondered, considered, and settled. And thinking upon that just made her stance on it all the more solidified.

❝ I know who he is and what he is but I don’t care, ❞ she said  simply, watching Michelle with a hard gaze. ❝ The Doctor KILLED Dawn. Sure, she’s still breathing, but what kind of living is that?! It isn’t living. And because she’s stuck that way, the TARDIS sent a copy to do the dirty work. Because Dawn literally fucking CAN’T. ❞

Novani could feel her fists tightening, nails digging into her skin, ❝ I don’t care who Ramsay is because to me, the Doctor is someone I hate so, SO much more right now. And I want to see  him torture the Doctor, I want him to PAY for what he did to Dawn! For what he did to ME!! ❞

Novani could feel tears beginning to sting the backs of her eyes, but she fought it, not daring to let them fall. She leaned closer to Michelle, speaking quietly and angrily, ❝ You do not. Understand. Michelle. You could. NEVER. Fucking. Understand. How would it feel if all your memories didn’t even BELONG to you? That you were just GIVEN them when you didn’t even WANT them in the first place?!! ❞

She paused, only briefly, before she spoke as clearly through the frustration and anger in her shaking voice, ❝ And for the last fucking time: I am NOT Dawn. My name.. is Novani. And whether you like it or not– I will watch the Doctor SUFFER for what he DID. ❞

.:The Unthinkable:.

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( Michelle ):

Not Dawn!? What in the world was she talking about? Of course she was Dawn. It was becoming more and more clear that her memories really were messed up.

Michelle sighed and stepped into the room, closing the door be- hind her, ❝ Dawn, listen to me. I don’t know what ya think is goin’ on, but ya were in a coma. Okay? Your memories must be all– jumbled up. Maybe some of them are missin’, but you ARE Dawn. ❞

She noticed the torn clothes on the floor, and quickly made the connection that Ramsay was responsible for it. He assaulted her.

❝ God…. Dawn… I’m sorry... I’m so sorry I let this happen.. This is my fault.. I– I had no idea ya were gonna wake up.. If I’d of known, I would have stopped him!! I swear I would’ve!! ❞

Novani didn’t quite know what she felt. Remorse, maybe? Sadness? A sense of guilt? She bit down onto her lip as Michelle went on, so entirely convinced that she was Dawn.

..That’s why she felt these things. Because she was looking at her like she was Dawn and expecting her to BE Dawn.

       ‘You’re not–                        WORRIED about what she’s going to think, are you?’

No. No she wasn’t. So she brushed aside all the feelings and remembered: she was Lady Novani. Not Dawn.

❝ I know what exactly is going on and you aren’t listening to me. I’m not Dawn, ❞ she repeated, tone strong of conviction. ❝ Yes, I look like her. But that’s because I’m supposed to. Dawn’s still on the TARDIS, in a coma. And the TARDIS– it created me to save you and the Doctor. ❞

Novani looked down at her hands, scrutinizing them as she went on, ❝ But something went wrong, I think. It had to have gone wrong. Because I know I’m just a copy with all her memories. All of her clear, clear memories. I don’t think I was supposed to know that. ❞

Her teeth clenched slightly, the anger still fresh and begging to boil over but she kept herself as calm as possible. She clenched her hands, looking back up to Michelle, 

❝ The Doctor did this to me, Michelle. He FORCED my creation!  Something I didn’t ask for! And you and him look at me like I’m HER! But Ramsay, he… ❞

Pausing, she allowed the very small twitch of a smile onto her lips, ❝ He gave me a new name. A new purpose. ❞

.:The Unthinkable:.

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( Michelle ):

Okay, she was absolutely, positively still asleep. There was no way this was real. It was a dream– no. A nightmare. There was no conceivable way Dawn would be answering the door of Ramsay Bolton’s bedroom.

She clenched her fist, allowing sharp nails to dig into the palm of her hand. There was pain– she was awake. But how!? It didn’t make ANY sense. Dawn was in a coma on the TARDIS. Why the hell would she be in Ramsay’s bedroom!?

There were a million things she wanted to say. She wanted to start crying. Her best friend was back. Her best friend woke up from a coma that was supposed to last centuries.

But the question of WHY she was in Ramsay’s bedroom was the only one sitting on her lips right then. Why didn’t she look terrified? She knew exactly who Ramsay was same as she did. Clearly, her memories were in tact if she remembered her name.

There had to be some explanation for this. Maybe she was being unfair in all of these assumptions. Michelle had no idea what it was like to wake up from a coma. Maybe she DID lose some memories, and Ramsay was playing his usual, disgusting games with her.

❝ Dawn! I– when did ya wake up?! What happened!? What did he do to ya!? Are ya hurt!? ❞

Was it so strange that maybe, possibly, for just a single fleeting moment, Novani wanted to play along? Pretend that she WAS Dawn? Pretend that she was the same woman that Michelle had known for years? But why?

Maybe it was because she was actually, for a split second, afraid to hurt Michelle. Then Ramsay’s words from the night before came to her:

’ She was Dawn’s friend. Remember? Not YOURS. ’

Novani swallowed roughly, disconnecting herself from these conflicted feelings as she shook her head. Trying to find the right words. And somehow, they began to come out quite easily.

❝ I’m not Dawn, ❞ she stated simply, voice hoarse and a bit like sandpaper. ❝ I know, this is probably a little confusing for you right now. But I’m not her. I can explain. ❞

Novani looked beyond Michelle, seeing if Ramsay was anywhere in sight before she stepped back, allowing room for her to enter, ❝ Come in. We should talk. ❞

.:The Unthinkable:.

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                                    ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ  holds a grudge, 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻, like I do

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( Michelle ):

Michelle woke up that morning in her old bedroom– the one where she slept before the marriage. Every time she tried it before, he came looking, but he was shockingly nowhere to be seen this time. Not that she cared. It was a nice break from the endless abuses he forced her through. Abuses she became complacent in out of fear. She had to admit though, it did worry her. It meant he was up to something worse than the usual.

Thoughts of him hurting someone she cared about quickly ran through her mind. She had quite a lot of friends in Winterfell now, and if Ramsay was bored enough, he’d have no problem hurting them. It was thoughts like those that kept her up nearly every single night.

She left the room quickly and hurried towards his own. It was the closest area to check. The Great Hall would be next, and if he wasn’t present in either, she would know without a doubt that something was going on. Finally, the large wooden door came into view. She hesitated for a moment before approaching, knowing her peace would end if he was in there.

But the door was… locked? That was a bit odd. Well, more than a bit, actually. Especially considering there were no guards around. They followed him everywhere he went in order to provide protection unless he told them otherwise. Inhaling a slow breath, she knocked on the heavy door.

❝ Ramsay, it’s me. Are ya in there? ❞

The weight of what felt like a million years had weighed down upon Novani as she floated through the dreams of her sleep. It was an odd thing to dream as she was. It all felt as though she were an audience member to things that weren’t her own, neither thoughts nor memories nor places.

Several quick raps on heavy wood brought her out of her sleep, the muffled sound of a voice beyond following. She felt grogginess fill her being as she slowly came to much more alert consciousness, looking about the empty room and, more importantly, empty bed.

The events of the night prior slipped into her mind as she looked down to realize she was bare of clothing beneath the bed sheets and missing one Ramsay Bolton at her side, as he informed her he would be. Novani rubbed her eyes, not at all thinking on who could be beyond the door, but slipped out of the bed nonetheless.

Looking to the floor, she could see her clothes were tattered and torn, a small bit of heat flowing to her cheeks at the realization of just how they got that way. To that effect, she settled to search the room, finding a mixture of what she assumed was Ramsay’s clothing and some more feminine-looking apparel.

Novani settled for the latter, dressing herself a bit haphazardly, just enough to make herself somewhat presentable and approached the door. She reached forward, unlocking it, and opening it to a sight she had carelessly didn’t consider would be on the other side.

Novani’s eyes went a bit wide as she saw, before her, Michelle.

❝ Michelle, ❞ Novani breathed, taken completely off guard. Shit.

.:The Unthinkable:.

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( Ramsay ):

He was pleased that she seemed to accept what he said so easily, and without argument. It was going to be so easy to mold her into exactly what he wanted.

❝ Of course, my Lady. It would be a truly despicable thing to leave    you alone on a night like this after everything you’ve been through.    Come. ❞ He took her hand intohis, and led her towards the bed on    the opposite side of the room.

❝ You must forgive me if I’m not here when you wake. My responsi-    bilities as Warden of the North don’t allow for much sleep. I’m    meeting with Lord Negan and Lord Umber in just a few hours, but    I’ll have a handmaiden chosen for you. She’ll help you with anything    you need during my absence. ❞

Novani promptly followed him over to the bed, settling into the many furs and sheets. It was a welcome warmth and she could immediately feel all the exhaustion of the day crashing down upon her. She felt as though she hadn’t slept or even rested in years.

Then again, this was the very first time in her life she had been allowed a moment of proper rest.

❝ I want the Doctor to know as soon as possible tomorrow, ❞ Novani went on, pulling the covers over her form. ❝ And I want to be there when he finds out. I need to see his face when we tell him. ❞

revenge is sweet

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( Ramsay ):

The sudden change in her expression in regards to Michelle worried him. He had all the information he needed to manipulate things between her and the Doctor, but when it came to the relation- ship between her original self and his dear wife? He knew next to nothing.

Michelle wasn’t like the Doctor though, so it was easy enough to guess that she had nothing to do with whatever happened to Dawn in the first place. Perhaps Novani didn’t seek revenge on Michelle in the same way she did the Doctor? Maybe she didn’t seek revenge at all when it came to her. 

He pulled himself out of her finally, knowing he didn’t have much time to think on a response.

❝ Does that concern you? Me telling Lady Michelle? It can wait if    you’d prefer, of course, but why keep secrets? You’re not–    WORRIED about what she’s going to think, are you?

                –She was Dawn’s friend. Remember? Not YOURS. ❞

Novani curled her fingers against the skin of Ramsay's shoulder, chewing over his words carefully and with much thought. She supposed that he had a point. Michelle was Dawn's friend. Dawn's. Not Novani's. She should hold no feelings whatsoever towards Michelle, but the memories were strong, no matter how much she wanted to deny them.

She pressed her lips together tightly, her eyes fluttering in quick blinks before she shook her head, ❝ Maybe you're right. I just don't know what to think when it comes to her. We-- ❞

Novani stopped herself, realizing what she started to say. She tried again, looking back to Ramsay.

❝ Michelle and Dawn were close. But that doesn't matter. It's just all these memories... Getting in the way. ❞

Sighing, she attempted at a small smile, tired yet satisfied, as she washed the thoughts from her mind, ❝ Can I stay in here with you? Sleep with you? Not sure I want to be alone right now. ❞

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YOUR MUSE’S POKÉMON TEAM

Use this link to generate your team! Repost, do not reblog!

Espeon: Novani would be a pretty caring trainer that would always make her Pokemon happy and her Eevee would definitely evolve into Espeon because of it

Mawile: Cute with a side of dangerous, pretty much exactly what Novani aspires to be

Lopunny: Novani loves bunnies basically.

Sawsbuck: Stags are something Novani sees as strength and Sawsbuck would be exactly that.

Aurorus: Kick ass and beautiful ice dinosaur; it fits her aesthetic lol

Mimikyu: Really represents Novani at this point in her life, having to put on the mask of someone that she isn’t when a darkness and resentment resides underneath

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