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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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.
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she looks sharply at him as he continues his explanation, reaching out without thinking as she places her hand on his arm. ]
I'm sorry... I hope he wakes up soon. It — [ she pauses for a moment before drawing a breath and continuing, ] It happened to me, too. I slept here for the past three days. But I am awake now... hopefully he will be, too.
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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. ]
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[ she, too, looks at the pod, a frown marring her features, her hand circling her wrist. he is right, of course — this is better, better to be awake and here, to make sure her brothers are alright, that Theon is alright. even if it means having to deal with the memories... and those who have newly awakened. ]
Even if it is confusing, waking up again with different memories... I would much rather be here, awake. It is the only way I can be here for my family.
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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. ]
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And back home... we couldn't be together like this. Jon and I had only just reunited... but our father and my mother are gone. So were two of our brothers, with our sister and our brother missing. But here — here, more of us are together. Those who have been lost have a chance to live again.
When the snows fall, and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. My father used to always say that.
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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. ]