nysalogs | SEMI-CLOSED. i'm a slow learner.

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SEMI-CLOSED. i'm a slow learner.

Who: sansa stark (

unprays) & various
What: sansa does rounds after the whole kidnapping thing, and also deals with her father going back to stasis.
When: late march, possibly also early april
Where: both olympia and wyver
Warning(s): your standard game of thrones warnings apply, along with all the warnings you could think for the previous event.

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[ today the knock on Claire's door comes a little bit later than usual — Sansa has made it into a routine for them, spending some hours of the day with Claire without fail, each day after she had returned to the house to recuperate. ]

Claire? May I come in? [ she doesn't really expect anything but an affirmative, and so Sansa enters the room even before Claire can confirm it: normally, she would wait, out of the politeness that has been instilled in her since childhood, but today, after the visit to Thesa, she doesn't really feel like being alone in the house, what with Jon in Wyver and all. ]

Father's gone. [ it's said matter-of-factly, and yet the sadness still bleeds through her tone, is betrayed by her red-rimmed eyes. ]

[ she remembers seeing his name listed alongside Claire and Jamie, and though her dread and concern may have been greater for them at the time, she doesn't forget. (the north never forgets — it is in her blood.) and so when the word goes around of those that had been taken having been returned to their homes, she makes her way to where he lives, too. knocks on the door after only some hesitation. ]

Ser Rogers? [ she calls out, just in case. she knows she would be hesitant to open doors, any doors, after a kidnapping. ]

It's Sansa, Sansa Stark. May I come in?

[ he had been among those she had sent a flurry of increasingly frantic messages to, until she had ended the flood with one, simple request: please respond when you can. and then she waited. to Renly, she had spoken of praying, but prayers had never done her or anyone she loved any good before — she wasn't a fool who believed in the might of Gods, anymore.

when he finally responds, she doesn't hesitate to tell him she's coming to visit, and ask him of where to come; the instructions aren't that hard to follow. it seems many of those she wants to see are in Wyver, so that is where she heads... only, when she gets to where he's told her to come, she encounters a problem.

puzzled, she stands there, looking... up. and up, and up, to where she should go. ]

Rocket? [ she may seem to be speaking to thin air, there, but luckily the device will send the message to him. ] I'm not Daenerys, I have no dragons to carry me up there, and I can't fly. [ so how?? is she supposed to get up there?

... and in fact, how did he get there, in the first place? ]

Your king let me in, [ is the first thing she says when she sees him, entering the room where Loras is quietly, regarding him with a small, sad smile. she walks closer, stops only right in front of him, looks at him for a long moment.

then, she envelops him in a hug. ] I'm so glad you're safe, Loras.

[ and yet, her voice shakes; she spoke to Renly of Gods, of praying, and yet all she feels now is anger. she had already convinced herself in Westeros that there were no Gods, or if there were, they cared nothing for them, or they wouldn't have let everyone die. and this only proves it, for how could any Gods have allowed this to happen, for Loras to be taken into captivity yet again? ]

[ dread has been her constant companion after the kidnapped had been rescued — every time she makes a visit she's afraid. afraid of what she'll see, haunted by Theon's face, the Theon she had met in Winterfell, not the one that was awake here (though at times, she thought he seemed even more lost than the one she'd known did). that perhaps she'll have to look at someone she cares about and see them broken to pieces.

Rosalind's home is not far away, and even if it was, it wouldn't matter: she's important enough that Sansa would travel farther than this to see her, if she needed to.

when she's there, rather than knock, she sends Rosalind a message. ]

Rosalind? I'm outside your house, I'm sorry for not telling you I was coming to visit. May I come in? [ this, instead of knocking, so that if Ros needs some time to look put together, she has that. ]

[ after Ned is back on Thesa, back asleep like he'd never been alive after his death, Jon tells her to come to Wyver, too, instead of staying in their house alone. she agrees, not least because it means she can see everyone who she cares about that has chosen to stay in Wyver — not least because it means she can be there for Jon and Daenerys, too. she knows Jon only ever means well, but she worries regardless: for him, because she knows how hard it is for him to watch those he loves suffer, unable to do anything about it... and for Daenerys, because she knows both captivity and torture, and knows that their queen's life has not been kind to her, before she sailed to Westeros.

there may not be much she can do, to help, but she will do what she can.

that morning, she finds Daenerys with the small dragons — it is both strange and beautiful, how at ease with them she is. ]

What is wrong with them? [ she asks, coming closer. ]

[ she doesn't expect to run into him. frankly, when she thinks back on the conversation they had, and the one she had with Grantaire, it probably shouldn't be a surprise; and yet, she furrows her brows when it's a head of golden hair, not black, that greets her when she arrives at the house. ]

I'm here for Grantaire, [ she says, perhaps uselessly, because why else would she be there? ] I heard he was part of the rescuing efforts, I wanted to see if he was alright.

[ the look Sansa directs at Enjolras is one that says she's half-expecting him to shut the door in her face. ]

[ his name hadn't been among those taken — a small comfort, when so many others both of them knew had been. but she is in Wyver, after such a long while between this and her last visit, and she's tired: tired of seeing friend after friend after friend, all left with scars, either mental or physical or, in the most unluckiest of cases, both. she is tired of the anger and pain and sorrow, the sympathy and the smiles that make her lips hurt, of staying strong (because if she doesn't, who will?).

the thought of talking to someone who understands is appealing... and Prompto has always understood, whether it was their guilt over how selfish it was, to wish for their loved ones to wake up, or their anger at the unfairness of terrible people being allowed to walk here, alive and awake.

so she sends him a message, a quick is it okay if I come to visit?, and waits until he sends an affirmative answer before she heads to where he must stay with his betrothed. another message to him, this time in voice, when she's closer: ]

Should I come inside, or will you meet me outside? [ she will not want to intrude, after all. ]

[ the stasis unit is quieter, now. the worst rush of people coming in to see those who had not survived through the torture, to see those who might wake up, has passed, dwindled down to the usual coming and going of people, still there to see their loved ones.

this time, Sansa is not there to see Robb, hopeful after all these months that one day she might find his pod empty again. this time, she stands in front of a pod where an older man sleeps, his face peaceful, the heavy fur cloak lining his figure. she wonders if he is warm, like this. three days have gone by, and what little hope she had that it might be the same thing that had happened to her and Jon had died, snuffed out like a candle. ]

Sleep well, Father.

[ she presses her palm briefly against the cold glass, breathes out. when she looks up, it's to meet a pair of curious eyes — yet, she can manage nothing but a small, shaky smile at Kagari, no explanations. but perhaps none are needed. he should have heard her words, after all. ]

[At the tail end of March, it's still a little cool out, but it's warming up. Today's an unseasonably warm day, actually, which makes it rather odd that You is walking down the street in a hoodie with the hood pulled up over her head.

She hasn't left the house much in the past few weeks, but she does need food. So she's out to just get what she needs and come back. Simple. Don't have to talk to many people.

So when she rounds the corner and almost comes face-to-face with someone she knows, it's a little startling.] Oh, uh--

--hey, Sansa.

[She says, in a flat, very un-You-like tone, pulling her hood further around her face.

Which, if Sansa is observant, she'll see is very badly bruised... or at least, is healing from bad bruises.]

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CLAIRE.

STEVE.

ROCKET.

LORAS.

ROSALIND.

DAENERYS.

ENJOLRAS.

PROMPTO.

KAGARI.

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