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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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[ 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.