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[unprays]

Who: sansa stark (unprays) & open!
What: october plot — stage 2 hits Hard
When: early october until mid-october
Where: vaguely waves hand around?
Warning(s): your usual "this is game of thrones we're talking about" warnings go here


I — PARANOIA — the sanctuary

[ she is a familiar sight in the Sanctuary, for those who have spent more of their time there, either as patients or helping those suffering from the sickness, but as the days pass, Sansa turns more restless, glancing around her like looking for something, startled looks directed at the windows or doorways that seem empty.

it is nearing nightfall when she finally speaks, catching the wrist of the person who is passing by her, her grip desperately tight, her eyes bright as she looks at whoever she's managed to stop. ]

Please, you have to help me. [ her voice is frightened, pleading. ] I have to leave, it's not safe here. I can't... I can't stay! [ good luck trying to convince her it's just in her head... especially when it isn't, at least not entirely. ]

II — MEMORY LAPSES — the stark house

[ once back in the house, her mind calmed down, she feels silly — of course it was safe in the Sanctuary, as safe as she is here, in their house... at least there, she was surrounded with more people. and though her head feels dizzy, she lets in whoever comes by the Stark household, whether looking for her brothers or visiting her, insisting they stay for a while, giving them some tea and cookies with a slight smile and a wry don't worry, eating them won't make you sick.

but for those who stay any longer, the visit may take a turn to the worse, or at least more worrying, as Sansa falls silent for a moment — and when addressed, will look at her visitor with a confused, wary gaze. ]

... Forgive me, but what are you doing here? [ all the warmth that may have been in her voice previously is gone, gone with any memories she has of knowing whoever is there with her. ]

III — HALLUCINATIONS & ENERGY — the marketplace

Father? [ surely, the sight of a young woman speaking to her father might not be such a surprising sight, in the marketplace, but when the woman in question seems to be speaking to empty air, answering someone who no one else can see... maybe that is slightly more concerning. especially as she starts to move, leaving the old lady she had been enthusiastically haggling with over some very fine-looking apples yelling after her to come back for her purchase — Sansa doesn't care, though, walking swiftly like chasing someone, refusing to stop or slow down before she's turned to an alleyway that seems to be a dead-end.

there, she slows down, head turning swiftly as she tries to see where her father has gone, moving to touch her hand to the bricks that are cold and unyielding beneath her fingertips. ]

Father, where did you go? Why did you leave me behind? [ her voice, starting strong, quietens into barely a whisper as she starts gasping for breath, sudden exhaustion catching up to her. ]

IV — COMMISERATION — the sanctuary

[ back at the Sanctuary, it's fair to say Sansa looks miserable, sitting on her bed with her hands on her lap, red hair falling like a curtain that hides her face from anyone that might be looking at her. the sickness she could handle,the pains and the cough and the dizziness, but the whispers she keeps hearing? the way she will see someone from home walk past and never quite knows if they're real or not? the way she knows she can look at someone and not remember them at all?

Gods, it is a pain worse than she imagined, and she could imagine much.

when she hears the bed next to her creak to signify someone sitting down on it, she lifts her gaze, a softer look in her eyes even though her mouth cannot quite remember how to smile. ]

Is it happening for you, too? [ the hallucinations, your memory failing you, the paranoia... take your pick. ]

V — WILDCARD — choose your own adventure

[ if nothing here catches your fancy, hit me up over on plurk at celen and we can plot something, or just leave me a blank comment and i'll write up a customized starter for us! c: ]

Comments

I

[stripebacked]

[ He's only here because he learned quite quickly that after all of this happened he'd never see his wife if he didn't come to her. That's his wife though. She'll work his fingers to the bone if it means someone else could carry on. He's only seen her for a moment or two, but that's enough. Enough to get him through to the next day or the next one after that.

Jamie's trying to navigate his way out when a hand comes around his wrist. Tightly. A desperate tone following after. Once he realizes it's Sansa he looks more than a little confused. She's a smart lass. He can't imagine she'd ever say something so frivolous. Which is why he looks around. His eyes scanning as his jaw sets. But for whatever it's worth he takes it incredibly serious. ]

Hold there, Mistress Sansa.

[ His voice calm and easy. He makes another quick scan of the people the move around. Any of them could be who she's afraid of. ]

Ye've got to stay here though. Tell me. Who're you runnin' from?

[unprays]

[ she looks behind her, too, her eyes straying towards the hallway that connects the linen closet to the room they are in now, averting her eyes quickly enough. at least Jamie isn't dismissing her concerns straight away — she hopes she can make him see why she can't stay here. it isn't safe for her, it isn't safe for anyone else. ]

... my husband, [ she whispers, quiet and cold. ]

[stripebacked]

[ He's known far too many devilish men. One in particular his wife finally told him the truth about. He tries to push what he knows from about his future with Black Jack Randall from his mind. Because another fiendish man needs to be taken care of. ]

Yer husband, lass?

[ Jamie wasn't even aware. Though he doesn't know why he would be. He wouldn't imagine she'd share it all. ]

What's he done to yet? I'll keep him at bay.