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[unprays]

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

[ 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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[unprays]

[ "not all worlds are great to live in" is putting it rather mildly, in her case, so it is good that the subject is changed — Sansa's eyes widen slightly in surprise, but that surprise melts into a soft smile only seconds after. ]

That is very sweet of you. I am sure she would be happy to know you are thinking of her. [ she closes her eyes, breathes out. ] I will pray that she wakes up soon and you can be reunited.

[quevalry]

I hope so. I keep thinking about her a lot. [ She gives Sansa a somewhat sad smile. It's been a couple of months since she last saw Emily so it's taking it's toll a little bit, as it naturally would. ] Thanks though.

[ It warms her heart to hear people be so nice. ]

By the way, my names Lena. It's a real pleasure to meet you, love.

[unprays]

It is hard, to watch them sleep... but at least they've been saved.

[ them, for her, means her family, those she cares about... every time she watches them sleep she is at once grateful for being able to see them, now, even if it is like this — and angry, so angry that the Natha can't do more, can't heal them faster.

at the introduction, she inclines her head politely. ] Well met, Lena. I am Sansa... Sansa Stark.

[quevalry]

Yeah, that's true.

[ This is much better than what would have happened if they hadn't been saved. Even if it might take a couple of months to possibly years, at least they should awake at some point. That's enough to keep her going.

And, the same for others, too. ] A beautiful name for a beautiful lady, [ She gives her a wink. ] I hope you'll be feeling better soon.

[unprays]

[ the compliment throws her off, the wink that follows even more so — enough to have her cheeks colour slightly. she gives her head a light shake, murmuring, ]

You're too kind, [ before falling silent for a moment. then: ] Would you... show me? Where Emily sleeps. I come here often... perhaps she would like some more visitors.

[quevalry]

[ That catches her by surprise and it shows on her face. But, then she smiles again. It's impossible for her to not feel happy that people would like the chance to see Emily. ]

I'd love to. [ Holding the flowers closer to her chest, she spins on her heels to turn around and start walking the direction where her friend's pods are. ] I reckon she would love that. It's really nice of you, too, to do it.

[unprays]

There's so little we can do, here... I'd like to do as much as I can.

[ she turns and follows Lena without one glance at the pod she's leaving behind. ]

[quevalry]

You're a wonderful person, Sansa, really.

[ Lena is grinning to herself as they wander on over. Once they get there, a rather large gorilla is in the pod right next to a woman with long, red hair and has freckles across her nose. ]

So, here she is. [ Nodding her head, she puts the flowers down at the base. ]

[unprays]

... you're too kind, Lena.

[ she pauses to look at the gorilla with wide eyes before her gaze moves to the woman sleeping in the pod next to it — and it's strange, to see her red Tully hair, so close in shade to hers that they might be cousins.

Sansa smiles softly. ]

She is very beautiful. [ she pauses before stepping closer. ] Well met, Emily. My name is Sansa Stark... I pray that you are comfortable right now, and that you will soon be healthy enough to wake up.

[quevalry]

[ Scratching her cheek, she giggles.

Being around someone that reminds her of Emily is nice, even if Sansa is a lot more polite and younger than her. The way she speaks makes her curious about the time that she's from, but it's a question she will ask at a later time. ]

I'll make sure you're one of the first people she gets to me when she wakes.

[ If she wakes, but there's no need to think like that. ]