nysalogs | ( OPEN ) i don't know whether to pity you...

Who: sansa stark (

unprays) and YOU! also various others, probably.
What: sansa deals with the yet another untimely death of her husband, is a good wolf owner and takes one step further towards a career in gunslinging. or something.
When: early february
Where: olympia, edrathe ruins, wyver & stasis
Warning(s): your standard game of thrones warnings apply...

i. edrathe ruins — the obligatory direwolf prompt

[ it is lucky for her that Lady is small enough for most people to consider her a larger, domestic dog whenever she is out and about in Wyver — yet a wolf is always a wolf, and so she heads for the ruins where Lady can run around freely, hunt for whatever wildlife she comes across.

( a. ) it's something she never had a chance to do, back home, watching Lady run around and hunt; perhaps then she'd have been horrified by the small game caught and slaughtered in front of her, but now it seems as natural as anything... as long as Lady doesn't try to bring her the food she's caught.

but should anyone happen to try and approach them when Lady has her catch of the day in front of her, they'll be met with growling and a howl — loud enough for Sansa to hear and look up to see what is going on. ]

Lady, stop that! [ she's fairly sure whoever's coming closer is not a threat...

( b. ) but a wolf requires rest, too. they sit together, Sansa on what was once a pillar, now broken and covered in moss, and Lady next to her, curled around her feet. occasionally, she leans down, runs her hand over Lady's head, whispering, ] ... good girl.

ii. wyver — a girl with a gun

[ if someone, anyone had told Sansa she would ever own what she considers a modern version of a bow and would willingly train herself to use it, she'd likely have laughed at them, told them they have mistaken her for her sister. courtesy had ever been her armor, the training she received from Littlefinger her weapon: she had never owned a real one, not in Westeros.

here, though, women were armed as often as men, and no one seemed to find it at all strange. different customs, she supposed, and ones she would have to adjust to — not least because she never again wanted to feel as helpless as she had, back home.

( a. ) she chooses Wyver, for she spends less time there, some ways off from the city, a clearing in the jungle where she can carve an x on a tree and walk to the other side, holding the gun as Ocelot had taught her to, taking aim. the sound of the gunshot is followed by the flap of wings, birds scared off from their places on the treetops.

she walks closer to her target, an unhappy frown on her lips when she sees the bullet hit nowhere near the mark. ]

Not good enough, [ she whispers, turning around, ready to try again.

( b. ) it's not a surprise that the frequent sounds of gunshots echoing in the jungle would draw attention, and yet she is so focused that when she hears the rustle of leaves and bushes, she turns around, already on edge, and calls out, ]

Who's there? [ after the recent events, it's probably not that strange for her to be on high alert, still. ]

iii. stasis unit — a widow's farewell

[ of course she goes to see him. after the body has been hidden, after all the blood has been washed off of her dress and Lady's fur, when enough time has passed — she leaves the surface and goes to the station. her mind won't rest easy until she's sure.

and so one may catch her there, standing in front of the pod of a man with dark hair and a smile on his lips, a smile that makes her feel as uneasy as ever. it isn't the smile of someone who's lost. and yet... the undeniable truth is here for all to see: he is back in his pod, sleeping... for now. hopefully for ever. ]

Sleep well, Lord Bolton. [ when she speaks, it is with the finality of a promise: should he wake, she will be here. waiting. and this time, she'd make sure he never makes it away from the station. ]

iv. wildcard — you know the drill

[ individual starters in comments for murder things; if you want something else that isn't included in the open prompts, feel free to write me something or hit me up on plurk @ celen and i'll write us something! ]

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[ every once in a while she'll travel to wyver. despite it not always being welcoming and a bit of a journey (if she goes the old fashion way), lena finds it to be worth it. her friends are the ones that make it easy.

sansa is one of the first people she attempts to find, zipping away while doing so. it's when she basically blinks into a existence that she hears a growling sound. ]

Easy, doggy, I'm not here to hurt anyone.

Lady!

[ she's yelling louder, now, as Lady growls at Lena, teeth bared until Sansa hurries to her, places her hand on Lady's head. ] No, that's a friend. She's not a threat!

[ when Lady quiets down, Sansa lifts her head to look at Lena with a smile that's both pleased and apologetic at once. ]

Sorry about that. She's been a little bit on edge, lately.

[ putting her hand on her chest, she lets out a breath. ]

That's a big... uh, Lady there. [ that's not the size of a normal dog, none that she as seen before. is she even a dog??? that's a question that can come later. ]

It's okay. It isn't the worst welcoming that I've gotten.

She's a direwolf.

[ as it turns out, she doesn't need to ask the question: by now, Sansa is used to people remarking on the size of her "dog", and she doesn't see a need in lying about it. not when there's Ghost, too, and he hasn't hurt anyone yet, either.

then, ]

I'm glad to see you, Lena. I hope you've been well.

Oh! That's so cool.

[ now isn't the time to run forward and pat her. it would be best to let lady get used to her because lena likes to keep her hands. they've got some really good uses and she sort of needs them. ]

I have.

Actually... I kind of want to ask you a question, Sansa.

[ it's a good strategy: when she keeps back, Lady seems to relax a little, sitting back on her hindlegs and tilting her head, regarding Lena quietly. ]

Oh? [ Sansa blinks, curious. ] Please, go ahead.

[ clapping her hands together, she grins. ]

I wanted to see if you would like to go out with me ... on a date. You're more than welcome to say no if you don't want to.

I — what?

[ it's not often her politely calm front is so utterly lost, but this is one of those moments as Sansa tries to wrap her mind around what she heard. at least by this time, she's come to the realization that in other worlds, it was normal for boys to court boys, and girls to court girls, but she'd never thought to apply that to herself.

she knows that a long silence is never a good sign, so she offers a somewhat helpless smile at Lena. ] I'm... that's very sweet of you, to ask me. I'm not really sure what a date is, as in Westeros, things were done a little differently... but I think — [ she tries to imagine it; and the fact is, she already enjoys spending time with Lena, every time they're together she's had a good time and feels comfortable... ]

... Yes. Yes, I'd like that.

[ at first, it felt like lena's heart had gotten caught in her throat. it's hard to read people, for her at least, when it comes to matters like these. she might be maintaining that sweet grin of hers, but on the inside she's nervous.

lena lets out a breath that she felt like she had been holding for hours. there's a laugh and she takes a step back, a wave of relief washing over her. ]

I can teach you about it! Or, because I am curious, you can teach me how it is taught in Westeros. I would love to hear more about your home.

[ even if it feels like a grim place, it's only right for her to learn about sansa's way of life. ]

( sorry for the crazy delay in responding, i had to call a hiatus in late february due to health and work reasons, and i'm only just coming back from it! if this is too old to continue, i totally understand, and if you'd rather handwave the rest, let me know if you want to hash out what goes on by pm-ing me or contacting me on plurk! thanks for understanding ♡ )

[ she doesn't join the laughter, but the soft, happy smile on her lips still remains — it's hard not to feel happy, with Lena. ]

I'd love that, [ she responds, meaning being taught what dating actually is; she's less happy to speak of the way it was done back in Westeros, but won't deny the request. ]

If you want to know, of course I can tell you. It's — it's just a little different. You see, there women are courted with the intention to marry... and it's not like we could choose who to marry, either. A highborn lady must marry whoever her family chooses for her.

(never gonna give u up, never gonna let u down)

Uh-huh! ... Oh. Uh, that's a shame to hear. [ she pushes her brows together. that's depressing in fact, but she does remember history books going on about that.

but, lena manages a small smile and takes sansa's hands into hers. ]

You don't have to feel pressured with me in that case. You are your own woman here.

It was the only way I'd known.

[ a shame, yes, when she'd come to her senses and realized how little she wanted to marry anyone at the command of anyone else. but before that, if Joffrey had not been the monster he turned out to be, if her Father hadn't been killed, if if if... she'd have been content with her lot in life, likely. wouldn't have known there was any other option.

she gives Lena a smile and her hand a light squeeze. ]

Thank you... but I never feel pressured with you. You don't have to worry about that.

[ there's a flutter in her chest and she gives sansa a smile. it feels nice to hear what she has to say and to be able to hold another persons hands like this, becoming calmed.

it's been a long time for her since lena felt this, well, happy with someone. ]

Great! And, if you ever do, speak up.

[ but she is going to hope that it never happens. ]

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