open | when the white winds blow
Who: Sansa Stark (
unprays) & OPEN
What: after falling asleep for three days, Sansa wakes with new memories and Tries To Adjust
When: backdated; between August 26 and September 1
Where: Thesa Station, various places in Olympia
Warning(s): your standard this is game of thrones warnings
i. — thesa station
ii. — silk wyrms & shades darker
iii. — closed to the stark (& greyjoy & half-targaryen) house
iv. — wildcard
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What: after falling asleep for three days, Sansa wakes with new memories and Tries To Adjust
When: backdated; between August 26 and September 1
Where: Thesa Station, various places in Olympia
Warning(s): your standard this is game of thrones warnings
i. — thesa station
[ she doesn't remember falling asleep. she doesn't remember sleeping — what she remembers is living. she remembers Winterfell, she remembers the Wall, she remembers Lyanna Mormont's cool gaze, Ser Davos with his gruff tone, Lady Brienne's steady presence. she remembers the snow falling on her cheeks, she remembers the loud declarations that crowned her brother king.
anyone who is in the hall may see her standing there, in front of an empty pod. gently, she places her hand on the glass. ] You gave me answers that I thought I wanted, and now that I have them, I would forget them. You gave me back my home, and you took it from me.
[ even with the heavy furs on her shoulders, Sansa feels far colder than she ever did in Winterfell. ]
ii. — silk wyrms & shades darker
[ she explains her absence with a sudden illness, privately glad that she only works part-time, thus not missing more than one shift.
( a. ) she starts her day in the Silk Wyrms, sitting behind the counter, adding embroidery to some shirts, rising to greet anyone who enters with a sweet, polite greeting.
( b. ) after her working hours are over, she steels herself and enters the Red Light District — Lady Koralle had tasked her with mending the clothes that required it, and she would do it. after all, it was because of her that she had been given the place in Silk Wyrms. she looks painfully out of place, but at least she does not need to be there long: only to pick up the clothes and then leave.
as she does, though, anyone who so much as looks at her will be fixed with a cool gaze and the words, ] It isn't very polite to stare.
iii. — closed to the stark (& greyjoy & half-targaryen) house
[ as soon as she is out of the pod, out of the virtual reality she uses to see whether she could find her brothers there, she leaves the station and hurries to their house. she knows it has been days, and even though she has spoken with Jon after waking up, it is not the same as seeing him, seeing all of them. it seems like a distant dream, now, Robb being alive and well again... and Theon, Gods, Theon. she had thought she knew what she owed him, but she had been wrong, so wrong.
as soon as she has the door open, she calls out, ]
Jon? Robb? Theon? Is anyone home? [ home. it pains her to speak the word, it pains her to think of having Winterfell and losing it again... but this is what they have. this is home, for better or for worse... with all of them there. together. ]
iv. — wildcard
[ none of these prompts suit you? want something else? feel free to just wildcard me, or hit me up with a PM or over on plurk @celen for plotting or for requesting a starter, i'm more than happy to write one for you!
also, with this canon update, i want to remind everyone sansa has an opt-out post here, if you want to opt out of any of the subjects that come up in her canon! ]
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The moment she calls out for him, he is already striding into the room. He doesn't normally hug, but he reaches out and draws her against him as he let out a sharp breath.]
What happened?
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she clings to him for a moment before letting go, stepping back. ]
I fell asleep. They tell me there was something wrong... a malfunction. That I should have remembered more than I did. Lived more than I had. [ her eyes grow cold as she looks past Jon, at something, someone only she can see. ] Now I have.
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When at last she lets go, he sets her down and steps back as well.]
A malfunction? [He didn't like the sound of it or what it implied, but it seemed to have given Sansa more memories than she had before. Suddenly, he felt a great deal less lonely and burdened.] What do you remember?
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Yes... something like that. Forgive me for not sending notice. I hope you are well today, You.
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iii
He isn’t expecting Sansa’s voice, and nearly jumps at the sound of it. If she’s been gone for any length of time, he was unaware. It isn’t a selfish thing. He worries for her safety, as he does with Robb, the younger Starks still in stasis, and even, at times, Jon Snow by extension of his siblings’ woes. He merely assumed that she had been rooming with someone else until he and Robb could behave like adults. ]
Robb isn’t here. I assumed he had guard duty. I do not know where Snow is.
[ His eyebrows knit together as he stands to greet her. Something is different about her, but he can’t say what. If he were to put a finger on it, it would be her eyes. There’s something different behind them now; something he’s never seen in them before. It's enough to stave off one of his trademark smirks. ]
Has something happened?
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still; the past days she has not spent on this planet at all, and where only three days have passed for her brothers, months upon months have passed for her, enough for her nameday to come and go, for her name to change from Lannister to Bolton to Stark.
she exhales a shaky breath as Theon rises, as his voice (so, so different from what she now remembers) fills the air between them. her hands shake. ]
Theon — [ her voice is lower, her eyes older, her skin more hardened. she looks at him like he is a ghost, a mirage, a wonder. for a moment it seems as though she is frozen, thinking of what to say; then, she moves, quick steps that cross the distance between them in a second. she throws her arms around him, her words but a murmur. ]
I thought I knew what I owed you, but I didn't, I didn't.
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ii-b.
[ Asha is staring — not at Sansa's Tully looks in particular — just at Sansa. Arms folded, leaning against the wall. Her axe hangs off her belt, the only visible weapon, and her sea-leathers have been exchanged for something more fitting of the district. A sigil only to show she works with Lady Koralle. ]
[ She too is waiting for a delivery. But first — curiosity. ]
Will you be here often?
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[ she takes in the woman's appearance — the axe, her clothes, her face. wondering why it is that she seems familiar. ]
As often as I am required to be. [ her response is diplomatic, yet her tone betrays just how little she likes being here, and how she wishes she does not have to make these trips often. ]
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i
With some fresh flowers in her arms, she was walking towards Sansa's direction before she paused to try to hear what she is saying. Her choice of words make her curious and the way she speaks feels old. A faint smile spreading out on Lena's lips, she slowly steps towards her. ]
Are you alright, love?
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I am awake, [ she responds, lifting the gaze of her blue eyes from the flowers to Lena's face, meeting her eyes. ] I am alive. Isn't that more important than being alright?
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i.
Sort of. He approaches her, talking as he walks.] Heh. Who's gettin' all your piss and vinegar there, Sansa? That bastard don't-
[He stops talking when he stops in front of the pod, his tail suddenly lashing in instant agitation.] Shit. It's empty.
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[ she can't help it — despite the situation, despite the strangeness of it all, having just woken up... she finds herself smiling, turns to Rocket with a small, wistful tilt of her lips. ] They call it a malfunction. I slept for days... and when I woke up, my memories were different.
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iia
She is a girl on a mission, though, and so when several minutes pass without her finding what she needs, Rose heads back to the counter, polite but without preamble.]
Sorry to interrupt your work, but do you carry yarn?
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[ Sansa pauses in her embroidery, setting aside the shirt she had been working on, meeting the girl's gaze with a level one of her own, a slight, polite smile on her lips. ]
I'm not sure... but I think so. I remember seeing a basket that had some. [ she turns to search from behind the counter, wondering where they might have set it while she was gone. ] Are you taking up a knitting project?
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ii-b.
the job has other perks, too. Poe mans the bar, ensuring free drinks drift her way whenever possible. she enjoys a light draft now at no expense, surveying the area from her stool. at the sight of Sansa Stark, of all people, she raises her brows. ]
I'm not in the habit of being overly polite. [ but it's said with a sideways smile. ]
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Good. I would rather have honesty than politeness. [ she raises her brows, too: a challenge, of sorts, for Asta to speak her mind... and make whatever comment she's clearly thinking about Sansa being here. ]
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i, cool to assume they exchange names in our other thread, y/y?
It's a melancholy sort of vigil, one of the few things he prefers to do by himself, but that doesn't mean company isn't welcome, especially when it's him stumbling on it. He doesn't quite make out what Sansa says, because when he spots her up the corridor ahead, he stops. Sometimes...people are better left to themselves in here, but -
But...the pod she's standing next to is empty. And it's hard for him, one so naturally inclined to try and bring warmth and light to others, to see someone standing by themselves in such a solemn place as this and do nothing.
So, after his moment of hesitation, he approaches, quiet footfalls as he holds his hands clasped behind his back with a slight but reserved smile on his face. ]
Think they can hear us?
[ She's free to take "they" to mean whatever she wants it to. ]
yyyyyyy uwu*
as he approaches, Sansa turns to him, her expression solemn but warmth in her eyes. ]
No. And even if they do... it doesn't matter. We can't change the past.
[ she can never go back to the naive, trusting girl she was... and she knows it is better, like this. she is better able to protect her family. ]
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wildcards you sorry to add to your pile....
but it's pretty hard to miss that particular shade of red. ]
—Sansa...?
[ he lingers in the hallway, no more than fifteen paces away from her. she's in the shadows, and he's just stepped out of the light, and so it flanks his back, outlining more his silhouette than his features. ]
What're you doing here?
never be sorry!!
she stands still now, though, the icy blue in her eyes softening slightly as she looks at him. ]
I was... in the stasis hall. [ a slight pause, one that is followed by a truth and yet a lie by omission — it is less that she doesn't trust him with the truth, and more that it is habit, to not say it all, never speak it out loud like this on the open where anyone could hear. ]
crawls on the floor
flops down next to u
curls up
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i.
So he's aware, sort of, that there's a possibility for them to return to the pods somehow, though whatever question he and others have remain unanswered. All they have are the Orbiters, hovering, and the pods, holding others into a deep sleep. What he's not aware is what occurs when others wake up from their sleep a second time. ]
— Lady Sansa.
[ He hears the words, but like others, he doesn't understand just yet the significance. ]
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she inclines her head as a sign of respect — it may have been a long time for her since she last saw him, but she hasn't forgotten what he told her. ]
Are you here to visit someone? Your brother and sisters? [ she wonders if hers are awake, now — she had not seen them in the virtual reality, after all (no, the only one she had seen was one she never wanted to see again), but it doesn't mean they aren't awake. she brushes her hand over her wrist. ]
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thesa.
Familiar scents this time around call her through the stasis unit, and she follows, until those particularly sensitive ears catch familiar voice quietly speaking, and wolf's pace picks up taking her to Sansa, who's looking at a pod. She slows a little, approaching with muted concern and respect, and Sansa will find her moving to sit beside her, peeking into the pod as well, and then tilting chin back at her with curious whimper.
Those pointed ears are folded already, in her tender, wordless hello.]
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she turns to Amaterasu, her expression morphing into a small, tired smile. ]
It is good to see you. [ she pauses, looks back at the empty pod. ] I was... indisposed, for a time, I wasn't sure if everyone was still... [ with a soft sigh, she crouches down, her hair nearly touching the floor. ]
I hope you've been well.
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