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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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Well, actually, she can. And it's much more painful and familiar than she wants to dwell on.
She appears outside Sansa's doorway a little while after her post, a cup of tea in hand. She knocks gently, not wanting to intrude without permission. Her eyes fall on the direwolves, and she smiles.]
Nothing quite lifts one's spirits like a pup.
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instead, she lets her in at her own pace. ]
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[She nods in thanks when she's allowed in. Once she's in the door, she hands the tea to Sansa.]
For you. I put in some lemon, but I left little slices out in case you want more.
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Riona. Do you think it's stupid to hope they might return?
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Not at all. Hope's all we really have in this place. And friends, too. I've heard of people returning here, so I don't think it so distant a possibility that Bran and Jon will come back someday.
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How unexpected it was that we should almost all of us be caught together again. I cannot help but feel as though we wasted our time when we had it. There was love lost between Robb and Bran, for one. I wish I could have stopped it.
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I hope Robb makes peace with it, then, as best he can.
[She glances down at the wolf pups and smiles.]
Perhaps once they're more situated, Kiter can play with them. He's smaller than them, but he's a mabari; he'll do his damnedest to keep up.
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