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driftfleet2016-12-06 12:17 pm
steeledskin) wrote in driftfleet2016-12-06 12:17 pm
open | text + action
Who: Sansa Stark + YOU
Broadcast: Text, fleetwide.
Action: Blue Fish
When: This morning.
Jon Snow and Bran Stark have left the Fleet. Condolences to those who may have befriended them while they were here; Gods-willing, we shall see them again.
[ sansa's message is short -- abrupt, and almost stripped of its emotion. she avoids broadcasting anything but simple text because she does not trust herself to maintain her mask, so to speak. as it is, she's cried too much. losing bran and jon feels like opening old wounds packed with grief. it makes her feel like a little girl again: weak, and mewling.
but she does add: ] I dread leaving, as they have left. Do others in the Fleet want to stay?
[ later, she can be found sitting on the floor of her personnel office. she has taken the furs from her bunk and has spread them across the ground, and she's allowed jon's direwolf pups free rein of the cozy and comfortable area. sansa's eyes are red-rimmed, and they betray every lie she tells when she insists she's as well as can be expected. but at least her spirits lift, a little, when she's playing tug-of-war with the pups.
they bring her a bittersweet joy. ]
Broadcast: Text, fleetwide.
Action: Blue Fish
When: This morning.
Jon Snow and Bran Stark have left the Fleet. Condolences to those who may have befriended them while they were here; Gods-willing, we shall see them again.
[ sansa's message is short -- abrupt, and almost stripped of its emotion. she avoids broadcasting anything but simple text because she does not trust herself to maintain her mask, so to speak. as it is, she's cried too much. losing bran and jon feels like opening old wounds packed with grief. it makes her feel like a little girl again: weak, and mewling.
but she does add: ] I dread leaving, as they have left. Do others in the Fleet want to stay?
[ later, she can be found sitting on the floor of her personnel office. she has taken the furs from her bunk and has spread them across the ground, and she's allowed jon's direwolf pups free rein of the cozy and comfortable area. sansa's eyes are red-rimmed, and they betray every lie she tells when she insists she's as well as can be expected. but at least her spirits lift, a little, when she's playing tug-of-war with the pups.
they bring her a bittersweet joy. ]
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she begins with hesitation. ] It's not annulled. Not yet. Lord Tyrion is unaccounted for -- back in Westeros. He is missing and Lord Baelish thinks that if we can wait just long enough...
[ then the imp will die. or be presumed dead. and sansa will be free to remarry. ] Robb. Our marriage was never -- [ she frowns. sansa doesn't want to discuss these matters with her brother. she doesn't want to discuss them with anyone. but she needs him -- her family; her lord; her king -- to understand that the union is ideally poised to be annulled.
she doesn't look him in the eyes when she says it: ] Consummated.
[ needs must. her pride cannot suffer this conversation, but her politics must. and yet when she speaks the word, it's with enough reproach to suggest she expects robb will not believe her. lysa didn't, after all. ]
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Gold shines better than words can do. Promises do better when there is a sack of gold involved.]
Hmph... [He presses his lips onto each other after that sound made it past his lips.] ...And what if he returns? [Now he got to know lord Tyrion better he has to say it is not the worst of men out there. And definitely not as bad as his lord father or his bloody sister.] What if he wishes to...?
[Would he?
Still, when she mentions that their marriage has never been consummated properly he can’t help a sigh of relief. Even though her words have an odd tone to them he decides to believe them for what they are.
Then again, the Imp isn’t a handsome man. Robb cannot imagine her beautiful sister sharing his bed. Willingly. That would mean that Tyrion has not been treating her the way his sister had done. Or his nephew.]
Thank the gods... I take it he has been kind to you?
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sansa understood the lust in men's eyes, now. and although tyrion's had mellowed, she understood he'd wanted her. the thought sat like a stone in her stomach. ] The match was as unwelcome to him as it was to me, I think. The only reason he agreed to it was because his father wanted.
[ and after what tyrion's family did to him in the wake of joffrey's death? ] I doubt that motivates him any longer.
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[Finally he laughs a very short, bitter laugh. Of course, Tywin.]
That surprises me not. Bloody Tywin Lannister being behind such a match. Apparently lord Bolton has not been kissing his arse enough. But then again he is more a fan of leeches than Lannister arse. [Bitter Robb is very bitter.]
I have heard that they accused him of Joffrey’s death. [It would not surprise him if Tyrion did it, Joffrey was a little piece of shit. But then again, Joffrey was that much of a shit that he would end up murdered sooner or later.] But it means it is not annulled yet.
That should happen first.
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tight-throated and sad: ] Lord Tyrion was the one who stopped the beatings. He shamed the Kingsguard -- and then put his own men at my door to guard me. All well before our marriage was arranged.
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That is a good thing. I will speak to him about that.
[He cocks his head.]
But I do wish to know what happened there. With our great king...Joffrey. [A serious frown appears on his face again.] Don’t you wish to speak of it? Has it been gruesome?
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[ much like how she would forget joffrey. ]
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They are in the here and now, not in the past.]
Very well, if that is what you wish. [He reaches out to hold her hands.] But I will teach you... I am not very good at politics. But I can tell you of the Northern houses, who to turn to. Who might answer a call to raise their banners for Winterfell.
[Not many...]
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and she expresses that gratitude when she touches his arm. thoughtful, if timid. ] In time, brother, I'll tell you what I know. But I'm not prepared to talk about King's Landing. Not yet.
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It is important that you free some men from the Twins. I...I have no idea who died and who got captured. I would try to turn to lord Manderly. [Not Karstark.] Bear Island, mayhaps. But it depends if Dacey and Maege survived. The North must be torn about what happened.
[He does not like to speak about his death and speculate about the effects of that. How loyal have my men been?]
I do not think they will allow house Frey to gain influence in the North. Lord Bolton would not care. But some houses are keen on traditions...and it is a grave sin to kill those protected by guestright. As I was. As my men were.
[He pauses, his face a little more pale than before.]
Talk of it when you are ready to do so. I will not pressure the matter.