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singillatim2025-03-30 09:32 pm
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Entry tags:
OPEN | Creatures veiled by night, following things that aren't right.
Who: Sansa and others.
What: Open catch-all for general interactions + closed starters for specific characters.
When: Throughout April to May.
Where: Around Milton and Lakeside.
Content Warnings: Will be updated as they happen; please check comment subjects for specific CWs.
What: Open catch-all for general interactions + closed starters for specific characters.
When: Throughout April to May.
Where: Around Milton and Lakeside.
Content Warnings: Will be updated as they happen; please check comment subjects for specific CWs.
closed to RANDVI;
There's a lightness to her step today, too. She keeps catching herself smiling at the memory of her conversation with Jason — of their private moment, their confessions to one another. She would like to hold his hand a little more, and perhaps ask him to dance with her. Nowhere that people could see, if he's shy, of course. She doesn't think she's ready to be seen that way yet, herself. Certainly not by Jon or Lady Randvi — they'll have questions for her, knowing what they know of her.
Speaking of the lady of the household, sansa's putting away the clean dishes when she notices the older woman enter the shared dining area. Sansa had found a set of glass plates in one of the empty houses, and each one had intricate flowers painted on the flat base. Maybe they could use them for a change.
She gets to her feet and makes a small bow, Lady huffing at her ankles at the sudden movement. "My lady. Are you setting out today?"
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“I will be soon. I'm taking Ulfrùn for some training in hunting birds.” She's talented at fetching them, but not yet in one piece.
“Before we go, do you have a moment?”
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She sets the plates aside and, curious about the conversation about to happen, presses against high back of a chair, her hands curling loosely around the carved edges. "Is something the matter? Is it anything I could help with?"
They don't often have conversations so direct or pointed that they need seek the other out; Sansa's not afraid to admit that thinks, perhaps, the Lady Randvi has discovered her true identity. But how could she? Sansa wonders. Only two people in Milton know the truth, and neither will break her confidence without good reason.
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“Oh, no, nothing’s the matter. In fact, I have been curious about how you're feeling. Things have been changing rapidly since you joined my household.”
Her brother had arrived, and together they'd faced several nearly existential threats. And, of course, there's the matter of the boy.
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"It's been eventful these past months," she freely admits. There's a lightness to her voice, however, as though she's not too bothered by the events. "I admit I've gotten a bit used to feeling out of my depths, as they say, but... I'm starting to feel safe. Cautiously, but safe. With you and my brother, and the wolves and hounds—"
And the boy. The memory of holding Jason's hand, of touching him, warms her face. "I think I might like to stay here a bit longer, if it's allowed."
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And more names than Sansa thought she'd ever collect for herself. More people than she thought she'd feel comfortable trusting in some measure. She touches her fingers lightly to her cheek in girlish shyness at the thought. Friends — and with Jason Todd, the rising of something more.
"I pray it does not offend my lady that I've not introduced most of them," Sansa begins. "I'm not certain I know where to begin."
Oh, this reminds her. "Ser Red has been coming by more often, is that...? He prefers to sit outdoors in the cold. I don't quite understand why."
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“Though I do believe that your Ser Red prefers to stay outside because he is afraid to face me.”
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Why would Jason not want to face Lady Randvi? Sansa's expression changes to a poorly concealed look of concern, her cheeks pinking just a touch. "I— He— Has he done something to offend you, my lady?"
She can't imagine Jason doing anything so offensive that he'd have to hide himself, never mind that it sounds entirely off character for him to even consider it. Should she talk to him? Should she ask Jon how to broach such a matter? "He's a reasonable man, I'm certain he can be convinced to mind himself, or attempt an apology."
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She had confronted him at the hall during the storm after seeing him so close to Lyanna.
“Lyanna, I'm aware of your interest in him. While you live in my home I consider it my duty to protect you. I'm not certain how much you have been taught about how to protect yourself from problems.”
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She can't admit to it, not yet. If Lady Randvi doesn't mention it, Sansa doesn't have to confess to it. And Jon — he would be so upset that Sansa hasn't yet told him. She grips the back of the chair nervously.
"Ser Red has not been untoward, my lady," Sansa admits with honesty, at least. "He's been firmly respectful in truth, despite my interest. Is he unwelcome?"
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“If that changes, or you feel unsafe, you can tell me and I will take care of it.”
Randvi will not allow harm to come to Lyanna, and to his credit the boy seems to know that.
“My primary concern is for you.” Randvi’s own wild youth has left her unprepared to imagine how a girl like Lyanna might like to spend her time with a man who is courting her. “Have you been taught ways to avoid pregnancy, should you choose to lie down with him?”
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Her upset rises from deep within her, and she lets it colour her voice as she speaks.
"I was given to a man before I arrived here." This is always true. There is no going around this part, around Ramsay's part in her life. "Our parents are long dead. When I arrived here I was running from the man I was given to, and I— I was so terrified out in the snow, I thought he might find me again. I'd ran away, I was running north to find Jon where he was posted as a ranger.
"Jon knows what was done to me." Sansa shutters off as her eyes begin to sting. "My brother would do anything to make sure it never happens again, and I'm honoured that you would offer me protection, my lady. But Ser Red has not done upon me anything that would make me fear him. I feel safe with him.
"I don't know how much my words account for here, but he is a good man. I have seen the worst of men, and Ser Red is nothing like them."
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“He told me that you face no threat from him. I needed to make sure that his attention was something you desired.”
She had not known then what she knows now, but Lyanna had been so frightened when they'd met that most of it is not surprising.
“I am sorry that this happened to you. You've been courageous.”
Randvi can't imagine that Lyanna’s world is any safer a place for a woman alone than her own.
This does raise some questions about what she's been told about the young woman’s life, but now isn't the time to press harder.
“You know, I hope, that you can tell me anything.”
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Her eyes start to sting from tears threatening to rise up.
"I do not feel courageous, my lady," she answers, her voice trembling. "I did nothing to stop it, I only ran. I am still running, and I don't know if I'll ever stop running, I'm—"
This is not how Sansa thought this conversation would go. She loses her poise and touches her knuckles to her cheek, brushing away tears that have yet to fall. "My lady, I promise you. I swear to you, if he ever dares to harm me I will kill him myself. I'll feed him to Lady first thing."
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Many have spoken of returning to other places or even other worlds.
She nods at the young woman’s final declaration. “Good. In this place no one has the right to harm you.”
closed to TIM;
it happens infrequently that lady would stop in the middle of a walk to turn and watch the hedges or brushes, and though sansa hadn't heard or seen anything her wolf companion would track some unnoticed movement at attention for a while before standing down.
it is a bit embarrassing that she's only recognised this behaviour months after gaining new abilities of her own, and even with this revelation, sansa still cannot pinpoint or narrow down her perceptions the way lady instinctively can.
all the better for the both of them, then, that one is rarely without the other. sansa and lady take their walks early in the mornings and in the middle of the afternoons, just as the sun rises and right before the sun sets. the winter sun can still burn, and even with the layers of clothes protecting her, sansa knows she marks easily under sunlight. it's on one of these walks that lady does it again — stalls for a sudden moment, sits herself on the snow as if watching for something. waiting for something.
or, perhaps, it's someone. there — a rustling, just faint enough that sansa could ignore it as the natural sound of wind. cautiously and confusedly, she calls out; ]
Is anyone there? Please. You don't have to hide. You're likely more dangerous than I am capable of harming you.
can't believe I actually have to- cw: generous amounts of stalking up in here
But mostly- yeah, this is frustrating.
A rustling again, faint against the midday breeze. Insistent this time, as if some chimp had grabbed a hold of a weak branch and began to rattle it to sound to The Big Wolf that this is its territory. With it, those few and animated tugs at dry twigs, comes his voice carried through the brush.
It comes from above. Hushed but hurried and bothered. Complicated because the boy- young man- man- whatever- has to wave now. Tim is several paces out yet. Nestled against a thick trunk of a tree, there's binoculars in hand. There's no use hiding them now. They're waving at Red Head... or maybe shooing.]
Don't... move... She's right behind you.
[Laelaps, a petite wolfdog of Scout's litter, dirty white with a single splash of gray at her hips. Like spilled paint. Her golden eyes stare unblinking at Lady. She lifts herself, curious and uncertain, and pads forward-
-and as Tim drops down from his low vantage point (his joints hurt, his everything hurts, he winces and hates everything, it's too bright in this kind of dark) Laelaps' ears twitch. Tim prays The Big Wolf is the friendly sort, or at least not an animorphed Wynonna. Stepping cautiously in packed snow, inching forward, he addresses the girl plainly, finally (finally),] Hey, I didn't mean to scare you. I--
[Laelaps again falls back to the cover of the woods, and Tim stops his already clumsy, botched approach to watch the dog effectively disappear. He hisses,]
Oh my god, you're kidding me.
[He thinks, God bless dysfunctional relationships.
What would he do without 'em.]