( CLOSED ) and an open cage

[unprays]

Who: sansa stark (unprays) & a buncha people
What: holiday ball & january plot things
When: december & january
Where: olympia, the south outpost, somewhere around wyver
Warning(s): your standard game of thrones warnings apply, just in case

( individual starters in comments!! feel free to either write up a starter for us, leave a blank comment and wait for me to write us something, or poke me @ celen for more specific plottings!

just as a heads-up, i'll be in japan from dec 21 to jan 5, so tags will be very slow going until i'm back! please bear with me in the meantime ♥ )

Comments

[nineteenfortyfive]

We can make Jon something else. The lemon cakes will be yours. [It's said in conspiratorial whisper.] If you like them that much, there's no reason why you can't have as many as you can handle.

[Not her usual logic, but Sansa deserves to make herself sick on sweets if she wants. Be a young lady.]

[unprays]

Jon will like most things, [ she says, matter-of-fact, like it's obvious. ] I don't think they ate all that well at the Wall.

[ that makes her frown, and so does what she thinks of next. ] I do like them. They're very sweet... the last time I had them was in the Eyrie. It's been a long time since then. [ Lord Baelish had made sure to bring lemon cakes for her... and her aunt had hated her for it. ]