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driftfleet2016-01-12 12:15 pm
steeledskin) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-12 12:15 pm
» 2nd lemoncake
Who: Sansa Stark and anyone.
Broadcast: Video. Fleetwide.
Action: Find her on the Blue Fish, if you like.
When: Midday.
[ by all accounts, sansa stark has survived. she now lives on an armoured ship. her brothers are nearby -- alongside one brother's devoted friends, who have all been more kind to her kin than she can put to words. although nothing so much as approaches normal, she's beginning to feel settled. stability creeps in from the corners.
and this allows her to ask a question of her fleetmates: ] Is there any means by which I might find spare cloth and thread? And needles, too, of course. The ships give us so much, but I'm not certain -- [ not certain they can give me these. she does not understand their magic, nor the purchasing power of her device. ]
I like to embroider. I should like to do it again, if I could. [ but without a handmaiden to bid fetch these things, she doesn't know how to begin. perhaps it's as simple as looking in the correct spot -- but she was never raised to procure or purchase anything in her life. ]
Broadcast: Video. Fleetwide.
Action: Find her on the Blue Fish, if you like.
When: Midday.
[ by all accounts, sansa stark has survived. she now lives on an armoured ship. her brothers are nearby -- alongside one brother's devoted friends, who have all been more kind to her kin than she can put to words. although nothing so much as approaches normal, she's beginning to feel settled. stability creeps in from the corners.
and this allows her to ask a question of her fleetmates: ] Is there any means by which I might find spare cloth and thread? And needles, too, of course. The ships give us so much, but I'm not certain -- [ not certain they can give me these. she does not understand their magic, nor the purchasing power of her device. ]
I like to embroider. I should like to do it again, if I could. [ but without a handmaiden to bid fetch these things, she doesn't know how to begin. perhaps it's as simple as looking in the correct spot -- but she was never raised to procure or purchase anything in her life. ]
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What - can't a guy enjoy seeing a pretty girl smile?
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tempted to draw out her best courtly smile -- worn in moments when she felt most fragile, but had to play the part of happy captive for the lannisters. or, beyond that, the pleasant doting daughter of petyr baelish. he'd taught her to smile as well as kiss, and sansa knows that she could draw the corners of her mouth into such a bright smirk. but --
but she isn't that girl, any longer. she has to be herself: for bran, and for robb. if she does it now, then she drags the game here with her. but it would be easier (and just a little fun) to show greed that she's a better liar than he gives her credit for. except...
except, in the end, it's best that he continues to underestimate sansa stark. her shoulders slump. ]
Lady. [ she corrects him, sullenly. ] I am the daughter of great house, Captain Greed. And not a little girl.
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[He likes that she corrects him. Even if it's not much, it's just enough spirit to turn a dull conversation somewhat on its head. He could not pinpoint why these were the sort of things he enjoyed, but he had always had a perverse perspective on the world. She was no exception to that rule.]
You know, my old man is a ruler of an entire country. Before all this, I was planning to off the geezer and take his place. I reckon that puts us on pretty even footing, wouldn't you?
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That's murder, [ she as good as hisses. ] I am nothing like you.
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[An entire country - gone all in one single moment.]
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And a weak one to take your word as perfect truth.
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I mean wait oh shit I'm not supposed to reply to that.
Greed listened and heard her words and understood them. But then he continued to be an asshole anyway.]
Like I told you before - lying isn't my style. The long and short of it is - I understand exactly what you are, Lady Sansa. No need to throw courtesies around if we're not feeling them.
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Farewell, Captain Greed. [ ... ] I have nothing more to say to you.
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[He offers a mock salute and signs off.]