( closed-ish. ) june catch-all

[unprays]

Who: sansa stark (unprays) & various
What: june catch-all!! june things!
When: in june!
Where: ... olympia? wyver? somewhere in between?
Warning(s): your standard game of thrones warnings apply

( specific starters in comments! if you want a thread, hit me up on plurk @ celen or pm me and we can plot out something c: )

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[unprays]

[ she smiles, thinking back to what Grantaire said, about Enjolras and politics and his single-minded focus. ]

You seem like someone who wouldn't appreciate a courtesy call.

[ perhaps she's wrong, and her smile allows for that, for him to tell her she's mistaken... even if she thinks she's not. ] You're right. I have things I wish to speak to you about, if you're not too busy.

[idealisme]

[Courtesy calls are things Enjolras is only vaguely aware of. He has no time for them himself, and most of his friends have learned not to bother.

There's a pause before he answers, thinking of what he still has to do today...] I am not so busy that I cannot spare some time to speak with you, madame.

[Sansa had surprised him once before. Surely this would not be a waste of time.]

[unprays]

Thank you, [ comes the answer, and it's not a mockery — she means it. there's much to do, after all, right now, with Ysverai and the heart and everything it might lead to.

she'll do her best not to waste his time, and so she looks at him and says, ]

I want to help you. [ she's given thought to this, done her research, asked around of different forms of government, of peace, of what kept it and what didn't. of common folk, of how they were doing, whether it was only the richest who the society cared about, or everyone. she'd been blind to all of this, once, and only seen it in King's Landing when she realized how terribly Cersei and Joffrey treated the people, and even when they'd taken back Winterfell she couldn't do much, could only help her people, the people of the North, to the best of her ability.

she thinks she could have done better. she thinks they can do better, here. ]

I think you're right, Simwe and Shanrian don't care about the people, not all the people. For much of my life, I was blind, I cared about my family and little else, and then for years I couldn't care about anything, only trying to stay alive. But I saw how the queen made the people suffer, I saw them suffer in the North when I returned home.

[ she breathes in, out. ] We can do better, here. We should do better. And you had people to help you, before, didn't you? [ she remembers what Grantaire spoke of his friends, the revolution. she remembers the memory she unwittingly witnessed. ]

[idealisme]

[Enjolras' face is a picture. He begins sceptical, impatient to get back to his book. As Sansa progresses he is first surprised and then completely engaged.

She's not yet finished when he gets to his feet. In lieu of answering he calls over his shoulder-] A moment, please. [A little rude, perhaps, but hopefully she'll have seen enough in his expression to understand he has a purpose in mind.

When he returns a moment later he has the book, Du Contrat Social in his hands. Gently he removes his bookmark.] Here is a book, written by a man who also believed that better could be done than merely subjugating people to the whims of tyrants. If your interest has been piqued by what I have said, then Rousseau will reveal more than I can. [It is not an offer he makes lightly, judging by careful way he holds the book out to her.

But to have someone who shares his passion and sees what he sees- the bright interest in his eyes clearly marks how seriously he has taken her words.]

[unprays]

[ at this point, she is already used to his abrupt way of doing everything, or so it seems, and she only nods and gives him the moment he asks for — when he returns to her, a book in hand, she looks confused, but only for the length of time it takes him to explain. then, her eyes widen as she looks at the way he's holding the book, clearly holding it out for her to take. ]

You — [ she blinks, in surprise, ] You'd give it to me, to read? It's from your home. [ it must mean much to you, she doesn't say. gently, she takes the book. ]

Thank you. I'll make sure to read it carefully. I'm staying with my brother here in Wyver, for a time, and I promise I'll bring it back to you as soon as I am done. [ a pause. ] He's the writer you spoke of, last time, isn't he? I remember the name.

[idealisme]

Jean-Jaques Rousseau. He is the one. [He puts his hands behind his back, finding it ridiculous that he feels so attached to a book.] If you have any questions as you read, or... if he alludes to people or places that do not exist in your world, please reach out to me. At any time.

[Reading Rousseau had been a revelation. He hopes it's the same for her.]

[unprays]

I'm sure I will have many questions as I read, and when I am done reading.

[ if this was the court, she would be sure to add something like I am glad I have someone so well-read to discuss this with, but she knows he doesn't need flattery, nor is is it required of her. ]

There was something else I wanted to speak about. I talked to some of the other refugees, about their homes, the way they were governed. I thought it might help, to have some insight into what kind of rulers or ways of ruling the others were used to.

[idealisme]

Yes, I recall you began to say as such- [The reason for her visit. It's an engaging topic, one he hasn't thought to purse, caught up as he's been (as he always is) in the present moment, the present situation.]

I am very interested. Engaged, even. What have you learned? You have my full attention.