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ʟᴀᴅʏ (ʟᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴇʀ) (ʙᴏʟᴛᴏɴ) sᴛᴀʀᴋ ([personal profile] unprays) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2017-09-03 12:25 am

open | when the white winds blow

Who: Sansa Stark ([personal profile] 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 @ [plurk.com profile] 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!
]
punshots: (✘ hudson.)

[personal profile] punshots 2017-09-16 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Even when he's in stasis, Noctis is an easy subject for Prompto to talk at length about, so even if he's curious to ask about what she means, he doesn't.

Instead, he sets his shoulders back, relaxing, as his smile turns fond. ]


His name's Noctis. The best friend a guy could ask for. [ He's also burying the lead here, considering that Noctis is also his king, but it...doesn't seem relevant to bring up right now. ]

He...was awake, for awhile. But one day, he just...wound up back in here. [ There's a shrug, but it's not wholly genuine. ] He always was a heavy sleeper.
punshots: (✘ willow.)

[personal profile] punshots 2017-09-24 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He looks up at her, eyebrows lifting in gentle surprise when she touches his arm, before his features crinkle back into a comfortable smile. Her hope is the same as his, of course. If Noct had woken up once, who's to say he couldn't do it again?

And Prompto would be here to greet him when he does. ]


...Thanks. [ He glances cursorily at the pod. So...that's why she was here. He would ask more about it, but it's not in his nature to pry, and more than anything, he's just glad to see her awake again, if she had truly just been sleeping in stasis again. ] I...I'm glad you're back. It's not easy to be here, either, but...it's better than the alternative.

[ Because those in stasis, while not dead, are certainly not living, either. ]
punshots: (✘ kaleidoscope.)

[personal profile] punshots 2017-09-28 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Right...she'd mentioned her brothers the last time they'd met. Even if he'd never had such strong relationships with his own family - and certainly not with his - hah - blood family - he understands bonds like those, that can be built with anyone. The bonds that keep you moving, in spite of yourself, because of what you need to do for the people around you.

He dips his chin, thoughtful. ]


That's really selfless of you. They...really mean a lot to you, huh?

[ If they're what she's worried about now, so recently returned to wakefulness. ]
punshots: (✘ collage.)

[personal profile] punshots 2017-10-02 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His expression softens, undeniable sadness pinching his brow as she speaks. How could something like that happen to someone as good and kind as her? And yet, he has his answer, because of the lives he'd seen torn apart in his own world. Power, greed, jealousy, hate...all things that men were too often guilty of, and it was rarely them who paid the price. He can only begin to guess at what she's been through personally, but he understands heartbreak, understands loss, understands the precious chance that being here has given so many of them to reconnect with their loved ones.

So although it's tinged with sorrow, he smiles for her. ]


Your father sounds like a wise man. For what it's worth, I...

[ He drops his gaze. Perhaps it's too presumptuous to say. ]

I hope...you'll more than survive.

[ She should be happy, too. They all should. ]