[ they cross paths down the length of an empty hallway, one of the many long and winding ones on the station. him, coming off fresh from another quick teleportation down onto olympia, a currently-empty totebag in hand, and her, dressed to the nines in heavy furs and an expression so foreign to him, he almost doesn't recognize her for it.
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. ]
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?