el nysa general overflow.
𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐀. 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖.
𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐀. 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖.
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[ me is not a particularly descriptive response, but no matter, as Sansa watches the man drag the enormous carcass of a beast he must have felled behind him. she gasps, her breath trapped in her lungs on the inhale as she watches with wide eyes, clutching the firewood she has collected close to her chest.
for a moment, she sways on her feet, as he drops the dead snake on the cold ground — then, as though mirroring him, she lets all the kindling drop to her feet as she takes step after step closer to him.
there are two things she is certain of: he has killed the beast, and he is hurt. running away from someone like that would do her no good, so instead, she approaches him, hand hovering half-outstretches toward him. ]
You're hurt, ser. [ it takes all of her willpower to keep her voice from trembling — her dress hides just how badly her legs shake even as she walks closer. granted, her words are not a response to his question, but the firewood that she let drop from her arms surely answers his inquiry. ]
[ me is not a particularly descriptive response, but no matter, as Sansa watches the man drag the enormous carcass of a beast he must have felled behind him. she gasps, her breath trapped in her lungs on the inhale as she watches with wide eyes, clutching the firewood she has collected close to her chest.
for a moment, she sways on her feet, as he drops the dead snake on the cold ground — then, as though mirroring him, she lets all the kindling drop to her feet as she takes step after step closer to him.
there are two things she is certain of: he has killed the beast, and he is hurt. running away from someone like that would do her no good, so instead, she approaches him, hand hovering half-outstretches toward him. ]
You're hurt, ser. [ it takes all of her willpower to keep her voice from trembling — her dress hides just how badly her legs shake even as she walks closer. granted, her words are not a response to his question, but the firewood that she let drop from her arms surely answers his inquiry. ]
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[Well, this girl certainly doesn't seem to like his big catch. No matter. Loz actually was trying to get this overgrown carcass over towards the camp but got too tired along the way. Sporting a wounded shoulder and attempting to carry something that weighs about four times more than him is a recipe for disaster. Loz sort of wish he never tried since he's certain that he reopened his wounds but dammit, everyone should know he battled an enormous snake and won.]
Eh...? [He eyes the girl hesitantly once she approaches with a raised brow. The redhead is nothing like Leanne, the blond gunner who helped him take out the serpent. Leanne is a pretty tough chick and it was her idea with the grenade that helped him take this bad boy out.]
Oh, this? [Loz points to his shoulder.] Just a scratch if anything.
[He's lying yet again to save face here. That snake took a bite out of him before it finally died.]
Are you okay? Afraid of snakes?
[More like she's afraid of HIM.]
Eh...? [He eyes the girl hesitantly once she approaches with a raised brow. The redhead is nothing like Leanne, the blond gunner who helped him take out the serpent. Leanne is a pretty tough chick and it was her idea with the grenade that helped him take this bad boy out.]
Oh, this? [Loz points to his shoulder.] Just a scratch if anything.
[He's lying yet again to save face here. That snake took a bite out of him before it finally died.]
Are you okay? Afraid of snakes?
[
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[ for long hours, she had stared at the pods of her siblings, torn between fierce joy that confirmed some of her family still lived, and a grief that at times threatened to swallow her whole, that some of her family were forever lost to the Storm.
still — survival pushes away the grief, or perhaps she is already so practiced to live with it, her constant companion, that she can live even while it feels a part of her is gone, left on the station, or long before that in Winterfell.
she clutches the firewood close to her chest as she watches the bushes move; but when a figure emerges, calls her name in a tone so familiar, she freezes. the kindling in her arms drops to the ground, forgotten; she cares about nothing else but making the distance that separates them disappear as fast as possible. ]
Jon? Jon — [ is all she manages before she throws her arms around his shoulders, clings to him like he's a figment of her imagination, like he could disappear the moment she lets go. ]
[ for long hours, she had stared at the pods of her siblings, torn between fierce joy that confirmed some of her family still lived, and a grief that at times threatened to swallow her whole, that some of her family were forever lost to the Storm.
still — survival pushes away the grief, or perhaps she is already so practiced to live with it, her constant companion, that she can live even while it feels a part of her is gone, left on the station, or long before that in Winterfell.
she clutches the firewood close to her chest as she watches the bushes move; but when a figure emerges, calls her name in a tone so familiar, she freezes. the kindling in her arms drops to the ground, forgotten; she cares about nothing else but making the distance that separates them disappear as fast as possible. ]
Jon? Jon — [ is all she manages before she throws her arms around his shoulders, clings to him like he's a figment of her imagination, like he could disappear the moment she lets go. ]
[He had seen the faces of family and friends he had cared for, but hadn't seen her own. A creeping fear had latched itself to his mind, certain he had failed her in the same way he had failed Rickon. How had he managed to save so many, but not Sansa, the one he swore he'd protect? So many vows had been broken by him, but that one couldn't be, he wouldn't accept it.
She's in his arms before he has a chance to draw in a shaky breath. He holds her fiercely, pulling her against him as he feels his heart thunder in his chest. He won't let her go and risk her sudden disappearance. If he had to, he would carry across this land, if only to keep her at his side.
That image is enough to make him smile, even under the full weight of emotion that she elicits in him.]
I thought you were gone.
[He presses his face against her cascading hair.]
She's in his arms before he has a chance to draw in a shaky breath. He holds her fiercely, pulling her against him as he feels his heart thunder in his chest. He won't let her go and risk her sudden disappearance. If he had to, he would carry across this land, if only to keep her at his side.
That image is enough to make him smile, even under the full weight of emotion that she elicits in him.]
I thought you were gone.
[He presses his face against her cascading hair.]
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[ when she sees it's a young woman rather than any kind of monster Sansa relaxes a fraction, and then a fraction more as the woman keeps speaking. at the end of it, she smiles a little. ]
You look a little young to be my mother. [ though, ] Thank you. I was collecting firewood.
[ when she sees it's a young woman rather than any kind of monster Sansa relaxes a fraction, and then a fraction more as the woman keeps speaking. at the end of it, she smiles a little. ]
You look a little young to be my mother. [ though, ] Thank you. I was collecting firewood.
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[ she still doesn't quite know what to make of him — the animal who speaks who is clearly not an animal, either — but he is friendly, friendly in the way The Hound was friendly, friendly in the way someone whose distrust does not extend only to people but life is friendly... and that she can understand.
it is strange, but she feels more comfortable in his company than she does with most others here.
he hums, and she finds herself smiling at him. ]
I see what you mean. It seems to be working well. Is that a song from one of the worlds you have been to?
[ she still doesn't quite know what to make of him — the animal who speaks who is clearly not an animal, either — but he is friendly, friendly in the way The Hound was friendly, friendly in the way someone whose distrust does not extend only to people but life is friendly... and that she can understand.
it is strange, but she feels more comfortable in his company than she does with most others here.
he hums, and she finds herself smiling at him. ]
I see what you mean. It seems to be working well. Is that a song from one of the worlds you have been to?
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Nah, it's from Earth. I ain't ever been there, but Quill's obsessed with his tunes, so I gotta listen to it all the time.
[He makes sure to vocalize that part loudly as someone passes them by to get closer to the campfire, and once they've settled a distance away, he returns to normal speaking volume.]
They ain't bad though. They got a rhythm you can really work to.
[He makes sure to vocalize that part loudly as someone passes them by to get closer to the campfire, and once they've settled a distance away, he returns to normal speaking volume.]
They ain't bad though. They got a rhythm you can really work to.
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[ a familiar voice responding makes the tense line of her shoulders relax just a little as she walks towards the voice, smiling slightly when Clarke emerges from behind the tree, nodding in relief. ]
Yes. And you're Clarke, I remember. It is good to see you.
[ to see that someone who had spoken nicely to her is alright... but also to see that the source of the sound was not a beast or a monster. ] I hope the landing was not rough for you.
[ a familiar voice responding makes the tense line of her shoulders relax just a little as she walks towards the voice, smiling slightly when Clarke emerges from behind the tree, nodding in relief. ]
Yes. And you're Clarke, I remember. It is good to see you.
[ to see that someone who had spoken nicely to her is alright... but also to see that the source of the sound was not a beast or a monster. ] I hope the landing was not rough for you.
[clarke smiles back and nods, she was just as relieved in turn for similar reasons ] Yeah. It wasn't too bad— it was a bit weird going through that a second time though.
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[ she offers a small smile in return, raising her eyebrows as she glances at the group that sits closest to the fire, their singing relying more on loud enthusiasm than any true semblance of skill. ]
I'm sure your singing voice would be very fine, ser. Especially compared to them.
[ her words don't carry any malice, though — she can't fault them the enthusiasm, either. it is a way to keep their spirits up, and even though it doesn't quite reach her, who is she to judge? if it helps them... all the better. ]
[ she offers a small smile in return, raising her eyebrows as she glances at the group that sits closest to the fire, their singing relying more on loud enthusiasm than any true semblance of skill. ]
I'm sure your singing voice would be very fine, ser. Especially compared to them.
[ her words don't carry any malice, though — she can't fault them the enthusiasm, either. it is a way to keep their spirits up, and even though it doesn't quite reach her, who is she to judge? if it helps them... all the better. ]
Perhaps I'd make the attempt, after they're done. I'm content with watching and listening to them.
[ They don't look like they'll be done any time soon, and they don't even have any alcoholic drinks to blame it on. ]
How has the evening been for you, so far?
[ They don't look like they'll be done any time soon, and they don't even have any alcoholic drinks to blame it on. ]
How has the evening been for you, so far?
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[ for one long moment, Sansa wonders if it is Ghost that wriggles himself free of the bushes, pushes through with white fur bright in the night — but long as it has been, she remembers Ghost, and this is not him. it is a wolf, though, and most would be afraid... it would be smart to be afraid.
instead, Sansa smiles. ]
Forgive me. I thought it would be a monster, or a beast in the bushes. [ some would call a wolf a beast — but her House is the house of wolves, and though cautious, she is not afraid. ]
[ for one long moment, Sansa wonders if it is Ghost that wriggles himself free of the bushes, pushes through with white fur bright in the night — but long as it has been, she remembers Ghost, and this is not him. it is a wolf, though, and most would be afraid... it would be smart to be afraid.
instead, Sansa smiles. ]
Forgive me. I thought it would be a monster, or a beast in the bushes. [ some would call a wolf a beast — but her House is the house of wolves, and though cautious, she is not afraid. ]
[No, not dear old Ghost. This one's full-grown, as well, but much smaller. She raises her face so girl can see she's paying every bit of attention to her, and truly, she's flattered privately she doesn't think her a monster. In the next moment, she starts to move toward her, to come fully out of the bushes now, but that last hind paw snags in a tangled criss-cross of branches.
This is… more of an embarrassment than anything actually worrisome—she even hobbles to a standstill, and groans as if trying to share Can you believe my luck?—because even if she's hesitant to cut herself free with a celestial means, she could still break twigs away with teeth. Assumedly.
But the body doesn't quite turn at the middle all the way, does it? She forgets there are bones and things blocking her from full bending, and all that really happens is she ends up kind of nipping the air in this curved way, helpful-teeth too far from the accidental trap of the bush to be helpful at all, but yanking her leg only seems to secure those little branches.
Why didn't she go around! That would've been wise, but it would've taken a lot longer to assure her company that there's nothing to fear.]
This is… more of an embarrassment than anything actually worrisome—she even hobbles to a standstill, and groans as if trying to share Can you believe my luck?—because even if she's hesitant to cut herself free with a celestial means, she could still break twigs away with teeth. Assumedly.
But the body doesn't quite turn at the middle all the way, does it? She forgets there are bones and things blocking her from full bending, and all that really happens is she ends up kind of nipping the air in this curved way, helpful-teeth too far from the accidental trap of the bush to be helpful at all, but yanking her leg only seems to secure those little branches.
Why didn't she go around! That would've been wise, but it would've taken a lot longer to assure her company that there's nothing to fear.]
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[ the girl seems nice, bright — a part of her envies the energy she seems to have, even after the rough landing, the setting of the camp, all of it. a bigger part of her is glad that a girl who looks as innocent as the one speaking to her is able to hold on to her spirit. ]
You're very sweet, but I'm sure everyone would rather hear you sing. I'm sure you're very good.
[ the girl seems nice, bright — a part of her envies the energy she seems to have, even after the rough landing, the setting of the camp, all of it. a bigger part of her is glad that a girl who looks as innocent as the one speaking to her is able to hold on to her spirit. ]
You're very sweet, but I'm sure everyone would rather hear you sing. I'm sure you're very good.
| | Huh? Me? [You seems surprised by the suggestion, though it was probably fairly obvious as a turnaround.] Oh, I'm... I'm not really used to singing on my own, to be honest! I usually have a few other people to sing with me. I'd probably wind up singing the harmony, which would just sound weird. |
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[ it had been an abrupt awakening, being whisked away from her pod the second her eyes opened, and when Edward sets her down and tells her she will be well looked after... as disoriented as she is, still, she believes him — partly because she doubts he would leave her unprotected, and partly because of just who he leaves her with.
in Westeros, she had long since given up on the idea of protection, on someone truly being able to shield her from all the monsters that walked among the people; but this is not Westeros, and she knows she is not alone... nor the only one still shaken from the quick descent to the surface of the planet.
it is with a smile and an I shall be in your care that she lets Lance carry her — the thought of protesting that she could walk, too, is quickly smothered by the sharp edges of the metal wreckage still surrounding them. if they want to be out of here by the time the sun sets, she cannot slow them down.
she clings to his back, arms around his shoulders, her hair spilling over his shoulder too as she leans closer slightly to hear him better. when she does, she can't help but smile a little — she may not have spoken with him much, yet, but still she has come to expect comments like that from him. ]
Maybe we shall have to dine together after we reach the campsite. That should make up for this, shouldn't it? [ then, after a pause, ] ... if there is any food.
[ it had been an abrupt awakening, being whisked away from her pod the second her eyes opened, and when Edward sets her down and tells her she will be well looked after... as disoriented as she is, still, she believes him — partly because she doubts he would leave her unprotected, and partly because of just who he leaves her with.
in Westeros, she had long since given up on the idea of protection, on someone truly being able to shield her from all the monsters that walked among the people; but this is not Westeros, and she knows she is not alone... nor the only one still shaken from the quick descent to the surface of the planet.
it is with a smile and an I shall be in your care that she lets Lance carry her — the thought of protesting that she could walk, too, is quickly smothered by the sharp edges of the metal wreckage still surrounding them. if they want to be out of here by the time the sun sets, she cannot slow them down.
she clings to his back, arms around his shoulders, her hair spilling over his shoulder too as she leans closer slightly to hear him better. when she does, she can't help but smile a little — she may not have spoken with him much, yet, but still she has come to expect comments like that from him. ]
Maybe we shall have to dine together after we reach the campsite. That should make up for this, shouldn't it? [ then, after a pause, ] ... if there is any food.
( ooc; i'm so sorry for the long wait on these tags! vacation would up eating more of my time/energy than i originally anticipated. ;; i recognize it's been quite long, so please feel free to drop this thread. if you'd like to discuss handwaving, i am available through pm or plurk @ ellipses. otherwise, if you'd like to continue, thanks so much for your patience! )
[ hang on wait a second hold your horses&mdmash;
did sansa just ask him out on a date??? ]
...Seriously?
[ how quickly his arrogant charms ("charms") fade in the face of such a possibility, the promise of spending a little more time with a pretty girl. he cannot help but twist his head around to meet her eyes, his own wide and close enough for her to catch the subtle blues there. though perhaps that's overshadowed by the red slowly crawling across his cheeks.
it isn't as if he'd lost any of his spirit or faith before, but now he seems more bolstered than ever, pace even picking up slightly. ]
There's gotta be food! I'm sure there's tons! People were going around looking through empty pods, finding supplies — there's probably so much food we might have to dine together two or three times just to make good use of them all. Four, even!
[ hang on wait a second hold your horses&mdmash;
did sansa just ask him out on a date??? ]
...Seriously?
[ how quickly his arrogant charms ("charms") fade in the face of such a possibility, the promise of spending a little more time with a pretty girl. he cannot help but twist his head around to meet her eyes, his own wide and close enough for her to catch the subtle blues there. though perhaps that's overshadowed by the red slowly crawling across his cheeks.
it isn't as if he'd lost any of his spirit or faith before, but now he seems more bolstered than ever, pace even picking up slightly. ]
There's gotta be food! I'm sure there's tons! People were going around looking through empty pods, finding supplies — there's probably so much food we might have to dine together two or three times just to make good use of them all. Four, even!
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[ her dress is caught in a particularly gnarly-looking root — perhaps had she been better prepared for this, she might have tried for something easier to move in... or perhaps not, as her dress, not the same she had woken up in but much the same style she had worn in King's Landing, grey and silver and fur around her neckline, reminds her too much of home to change it for something more practical.
she tries to tug at the hemline, unwilling to tear it but even more unwilling to remain stuck, but it is the wrong move — the sharp tug nearly sends her falling over. she prepares for the pain, so when there is suddenly a presence at her side and a voice speaking to her she is startled; not for long, though. ]
Oh, you're — [ she grips his arm, looks at him with wide eyes. ]
... Thank you.
[ her dress is caught in a particularly gnarly-looking root — perhaps had she been better prepared for this, she might have tried for something easier to move in... or perhaps not, as her dress, not the same she had woken up in but much the same style she had worn in King's Landing, grey and silver and fur around her neckline, reminds her too much of home to change it for something more practical.
she tries to tug at the hemline, unwilling to tear it but even more unwilling to remain stuck, but it is the wrong move — the sharp tug nearly sends her falling over. she prepares for the pain, so when there is suddenly a presence at her side and a voice speaking to her she is startled; not for long, though. ]
Oh, you're — [ she grips his arm, looks at him with wide eyes. ]
... Thank you.
Sorry, didn't mean to startle you.
[He supports her until she doesn't need him to, letting her grab his arm] Are you alright? I haven't had an easy time getting around, myself.
[says the guy who flawlessly caught her, okay Matt]
[He supports her until she doesn't need him to, letting her grab his arm] Are you alright? I haven't had an easy time getting around, myself.
[says the guy who flawlessly caught her, okay Matt]
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[ she can't help the small smile that appears on her lips — he is right, of course, that ladies can lie just as well if not better than men. ] Yes, but by implying that you are making a slight on the lady's honour, which means you may have to fight the one who is her protector.
[ today on: Westerosi Politics 101 ]
I've heard that soldiers do that. Make up songs. Will you show me how it is done?
[ she can't help the small smile that appears on her lips — he is right, of course, that ladies can lie just as well if not better than men. ] Yes, but by implying that you are making a slight on the lady's honour, which means you may have to fight the one who is her protector.
[ today on: Westerosi Politics 101 ]
I've heard that soldiers do that. Make up songs. Will you show me how it is done?
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[ that he is lying is obvious in the way the light goes out and leaves them trapped in darkness — when it flickers back to life, she blinks as her eyes adjust to the change. the explanation, though? the explanation moves her eyes from the light to Merlin himself, her hand half-extended towards the little ball, though not quite close enough to touch. that, she does not dare, even despite his reassurance. ]
Magic? Real magic? [ wonder and fear war for dominance in her voice; in the end, wonder wins. not least because she remembers their time in the simulator, remembers his reluctance to even consider mock-killing her. she doubts she has anything to fear, from him, unless he is an extraordinary liar. ]
... it's beautiful.
[ that he is lying is obvious in the way the light goes out and leaves them trapped in darkness — when it flickers back to life, she blinks as her eyes adjust to the change. the explanation, though? the explanation moves her eyes from the light to Merlin himself, her hand half-extended towards the little ball, though not quite close enough to touch. that, she does not dare, even despite his reassurance. ]
Magic? Real magic? [ wonder and fear war for dominance in her voice; in the end, wonder wins. not least because she remembers their time in the simulator, remembers his reluctance to even consider mock-killing her. she doubts she has anything to fear, from him, unless he is an extraordinary liar. ]
... it's beautiful.
As opposed to what other kind? [He answers wryly, an eyebrow quirked at the idea of magic that isn't somehow real. He's not from a time or place that gives merit to magic much at all, so even sleight of hand is a little suspect - all magic is real!
The light, for its part, glows in his palm whether she musters up the urge to touch it or not. It isn't blinding, simply enough to give them enough light to see around them in this darkness. If anything, it might pulse a little, almost like it has a pulse, but it's only magic.
Only magic, but she calls it beautiful—see, he knew there was a reason he didn't want to pretend to harm her, back in the simulation. It makes him smile.]
Isn't there magic where you come from?
The light, for its part, glows in his palm whether she musters up the urge to touch it or not. It isn't blinding, simply enough to give them enough light to see around them in this darkness. If anything, it might pulse a little, almost like it has a pulse, but it's only magic.
Only magic, but she calls it beautiful—see, he knew there was a reason he didn't want to pretend to harm her, back in the simulation. It makes him smile.]
Isn't there magic where you come from?
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... no. [ it is dangerous, to admit that he is right — admitting that she has nothing, no weapon, no training, is leaving herself vulnerable. but he has guessed as much already, and any lie she might make will be easily broken by a demand for proof. ]
You're right, ser. It was stupid of me to come here without someone who could protect me. Someone who knows how to fight the creatures that might live here. [ someone like you goes unsaid. ]
... no. [ it is dangerous, to admit that he is right — admitting that she has nothing, no weapon, no training, is leaving herself vulnerable. but he has guessed as much already, and any lie she might make will be easily broken by a demand for proof. ]
You're right, ser. It was stupid of me to come here without someone who could protect me. Someone who knows how to fight the creatures that might live here. [ someone like you goes unsaid. ]
[ smart girl, even if she does insult herself less than a moment later. colour him intrigued. he gives her a reassuring expression, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. ]
I'll make sure you get back to the camp safely. [ confirming her implicit words. ] But, you might want to learn how to protect yourself. Someone might not always be around to help. [ after all, who knew what sort of monsters one might encounter?
and just for good measure. ]
By the way, you can call me 'Ocelot'.
[ just to put her more at ease. ]
I'll make sure you get back to the camp safely. [ confirming her implicit words. ] But, you might want to learn how to protect yourself. Someone might not always be around to help. [ after all, who knew what sort of monsters one might encounter?
and just for good measure. ]
By the way, you can call me 'Ocelot'.
[ just to put her more at ease. ]
It's lovely. [There's the briefest of pauses here, where she decides whether it's worth risking the pang in her chest at the mention of Jamie, but the words come out before she can really make an effort to stop them.] My husband's hair is a similar color. Could always find him in a crowded room because of it.
[She makes a vague motion towards their surroundings.]
Or in the middle of nowhere.
[She makes a vague motion towards their surroundings.]
Or in the middle of nowhere.
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[ she can't argue with that — instead, she nods, and prays that there are still Gods here to hear her, that they will both come out of this alright.
only when they come to a full stop on the ground does she lift her head, hands still clutching on to him tight; when she speaks, her voice is near-panicked. ]
Are you alright? Are you hurt? [ please, let him not be hurt, not on her account. ]
[ she can't argue with that — instead, she nods, and prays that there are still Gods here to hear her, that they will both come out of this alright.
only when they come to a full stop on the ground does she lift her head, hands still clutching on to him tight; when she speaks, her voice is near-panicked. ]
Are you alright? Are you hurt? [ please, let him not be hurt, not on her account. ]
[ He'd argue that God has already forsaken him, but hopefully he will be there for her -- a case of differing gods but the case would probably still stand.
There's a little strain and ache in him from how he lands, but nevertheless it's better than the alternative. ]
Am I hurt? [ A small, barely there laugh follows. ] What about you? You were just plunged towards the ground at alarming speed.
There's a little strain and ache in him from how he lands, but nevertheless it's better than the alternative. ]
Am I hurt? [ A small, barely there laugh follows. ] What about you? You were just plunged towards the ground at alarming speed.
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Oh. Your friend, then.
[ nicknames are only reserved for people close to each other. she takes that, as she does the comment about him not having been a singer before, both with a nod of her head, no further questions — he will speak more if he wills.
instead, she focuses on what he says last, offers him a small smile. ]
Some would say it is times like these when we must do all we can to keep our spirits up. Soldiers often sing before battle, and those who heal others sing to them to ease their pain.
Oh. Your friend, then.
[ nicknames are only reserved for people close to each other. she takes that, as she does the comment about him not having been a singer before, both with a nod of her head, no further questions — he will speak more if he wills.
instead, she focuses on what he says last, offers him a small smile. ]
Some would say it is times like these when we must do all we can to keep our spirits up. Soldiers often sing before battle, and those who heal others sing to them to ease their pain.
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[ he finds her sitting down, fiddling with the hem of her dress — it is different than the one he saw her in, when they met in the observatory, this one dark grey and silver with fur along her neckline. it seems Darma knew well to clad her like the wolf she is, though her red hair shines all the brighter against the dark of her dress.
when he speaks, she looks up, the initial wariness in her eyes melting away as she recognizes him, his unassuming manner still the same as before, his hair just as much like a bird's nest. and yet, it seems he has fared better than her, after the landing. ]
Newt, [ she greets with a smile, glancing down at her dress and the way its hem is torn, missing a triangular piece, along with some tears in the cloth from both the landing and the rough walk over some of the scrap metal and rougher foliage. ]
I made it here in one piece, unlike my poor dress. I suppose it's rather silly, to worry about it out here. [ she brushes her hands against the front of her dress and stands up. ] And you? I hope you're unharmed.
[ he finds her sitting down, fiddling with the hem of her dress — it is different than the one he saw her in, when they met in the observatory, this one dark grey and silver with fur along her neckline. it seems Darma knew well to clad her like the wolf she is, though her red hair shines all the brighter against the dark of her dress.
when he speaks, she looks up, the initial wariness in her eyes melting away as she recognizes him, his unassuming manner still the same as before, his hair just as much like a bird's nest. and yet, it seems he has fared better than her, after the landing. ]
Newt, [ she greets with a smile, glancing down at her dress and the way its hem is torn, missing a triangular piece, along with some tears in the cloth from both the landing and the rough walk over some of the scrap metal and rougher foliage. ]
I made it here in one piece, unlike my poor dress. I suppose it's rather silly, to worry about it out here. [ she brushes her hands against the front of her dress and stands up. ] And you? I hope you're unharmed.
[ though not entirely unexpected, the smile is reassuring. he has been receiving, ah, mixed reviews for his clean-up tactics (magic) and the occasional instance of clumsiness which may have tarnished perfectly good work. while newt may be accustomed to travelling alone, he normally has his creatures. this sort of...solo endeavor is new and not altogether enjoyable.
he waves a hand, dismissing any concern for his wellbeing. the landing was rough, but that was many hours ago. ]
Well, worrying means you suffer twice. [ he follows her gaze, taking in the split of the fine fabric. Then, softer: ] But that doesn't make it silly.
he waves a hand, dismissing any concern for his wellbeing. the landing was rough, but that was many hours ago. ]
Well, worrying means you suffer twice. [ he follows her gaze, taking in the split of the fine fabric. Then, softer: ] But that doesn't make it silly.
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[ the breath she releases from her lungs is one of relief, yet her shoulders remain tense, the firewood still clutched close to her chest. ]
Your Grace. [ she looks down, briefly. ] I hope the landing was not too rough for you. [ I hope you are alright, is the meaning, and she finds she means it more than simply the polite expectation there is for her to say the words; she is glad that Daenerys Targaryen made it down here, is here in this strange world with her. ]
[ the breath she releases from her lungs is one of relief, yet her shoulders remain tense, the firewood still clutched close to her chest. ]
Your Grace. [ she looks down, briefly. ] I hope the landing was not too rough for you. [ I hope you are alright, is the meaning, and she finds she means it more than simply the polite expectation there is for her to say the words; she is glad that Daenerys Targaryen made it down here, is here in this strange world with her. ]
( This girl appears as a doe caught within range of a skilled hunter's arrow. Dany knows not whether that is simply due to the nature of their situation, of the loss of their people.
But what she does know and recognize is a sense of protectiveness which comes over her to bear witness to it. )
Lady Sansa. ( Her gaze remains steady. ) I'm certain it could have been worse. And you?
( While she appears uninjured, that in no way confirms that for a certainty. Nor does it mean that this whole experience has not exacted a steep toll from her as it likely has from them all. Silently, she holds out her arms. )
Allow me to share your burden, my lady. Two are surely more efficient than one for a task such as this one.
But what she does know and recognize is a sense of protectiveness which comes over her to bear witness to it. )
Lady Sansa. ( Her gaze remains steady. ) I'm certain it could have been worse. And you?
( While she appears uninjured, that in no way confirms that for a certainty. Nor does it mean that this whole experience has not exacted a steep toll from her as it likely has from them all. Silently, she holds out her arms. )
Allow me to share your burden, my lady. Two are surely more efficient than one for a task such as this one.
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[ she can't help but notice it, the way Kara is quiet, solemn, except when spoken to — the transition from that solemnity to the smile she gives her is so drastic that she can't but doubt it, yet finds herself giving her a small smile in return as she listens to the singing.
and the comment that follows... it makes her sigh, too. look down at her hands, and wonder whether the hymns she still remembers with stark clarity are ones she wants to remember. whether she wants to sing it, and think of the red keep, think of the battle, Cersei's words about what would happen to all of them if the citadel fell. ]
... not even the bad memories?
[ she can't help but notice it, the way Kara is quiet, solemn, except when spoken to — the transition from that solemnity to the smile she gives her is so drastic that she can't but doubt it, yet finds herself giving her a small smile in return as she listens to the singing.
and the comment that follows... it makes her sigh, too. look down at her hands, and wonder whether the hymns she still remembers with stark clarity are ones she wants to remember. whether she wants to sing it, and think of the red keep, think of the battle, Cersei's words about what would happen to all of them if the citadel fell. ]
... not even the bad memories?
( A pang hits deep in her chest, stinging fiercely as empathy rises in her for her. A second world has died on her watch; and for a second time, she's survived. Why? Kara can't help but wonder. Even though they're sitting on a moon in a heretofore unknown system, the guilt of surviving not one disaster but two has remained with her.
So then, she has her answer. Slowly, she inclines her head in a gentle nod. )
They all make us who we are. Being here won't erase that, even though we probably both wish it could.
Did you want to talk about it?
So then, she has her answer. Slowly, she inclines her head in a gentle nod. )
They all make us who we are. Being here won't erase that, even though we probably both wish it could.
Did you want to talk about it?
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Really? [ she has no knowledge of things like this — combat, fighting, any of it, beyond seeing knights battle against each other, seeing her brother nearly lose the battle before the knights of the Vale rode in and destroyed the Bolton army.
she wonders if it isn't something she should keep in mind. ]
It is kind of you to ask. I... I've been alright. [ her voice wavers only slightly, but likely enough for Athena to hear that there is much, much more to how she has been than "alright". ]
Really? [ she has no knowledge of things like this — combat, fighting, any of it, beyond seeing knights battle against each other, seeing her brother nearly lose the battle before the knights of the Vale rode in and destroyed the Bolton army.
she wonders if it isn't something she should keep in mind. ]
It is kind of you to ask. I... I've been alright. [ her voice wavers only slightly, but likely enough for Athena to hear that there is much, much more to how she has been than "alright". ]
Of course. I can show you sometime if you want?
[ Though she does leave that there, if only because of the way Sansa's voice sounds after. She turns her attention away from the fight, hand reaching to touch Sansa's arm gently. ]
Would it be better if we left?
[ She doesn't know her well at all, and Sansa might not want to talk about it, but it doesn't seem like this is the best place to even bring it up. ]
[ Though she does leave that there, if only because of the way Sansa's voice sounds after. She turns her attention away from the fight, hand reaching to touch Sansa's arm gently. ]
Would it be better if we left?
[ She doesn't know her well at all, and Sansa might not want to talk about it, but it doesn't seem like this is the best place to even bring it up. ]
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[ a little too good... or a lot. she gives him a look that's full of understanding, feeling the strangest kinship with this man whose name she doesn't even know yet, simply because he has voiced what she keeps thinking, over and over and over — asking herself if this can really be true, if her family is truly safe, no fighting for the North, no one trying to marry her off to anyone again. ]
... it does. I keep thinking — any day now, I will wake up and it will all have been a dream. That I am still in Winterfell, that my brother is still dead, my home threatened by armies from both the north and the south. [ as she speaks, her gaze has lowered to stare at her hands, but as she pauses, she lifts her head to look at Bellamy again. ]
It's a terrible feeling, to be glad for something that has caused so much destruction and pain for so many. [ and it isn't that she is glad for the loss of her home, the loss of homes for so, so many people... but she can't help it. this? life here, unthreatened, together with her family? is better than anything they would have had in Westeros. ]
[ a little too good... or a lot. she gives him a look that's full of understanding, feeling the strangest kinship with this man whose name she doesn't even know yet, simply because he has voiced what she keeps thinking, over and over and over — asking herself if this can really be true, if her family is truly safe, no fighting for the North, no one trying to marry her off to anyone again. ]
... it does. I keep thinking — any day now, I will wake up and it will all have been a dream. That I am still in Winterfell, that my brother is still dead, my home threatened by armies from both the north and the south. [ as she speaks, her gaze has lowered to stare at her hands, but as she pauses, she lifts her head to look at Bellamy again. ]
It's a terrible feeling, to be glad for something that has caused so much destruction and pain for so many. [ and it isn't that she is glad for the loss of her home, the loss of homes for so, so many people... but she can't help it. this? life here, unthreatened, together with her family? is better than anything they would have had in Westeros. ]
[Bellamy listens quietly, expression softening as he does. He can imagine it—he's been in the middle of a two front war before, and while he's not at some high social station like he assumes this girl is, he knows exactly how she feels. Even though it was for a short period of time, when he thought Octavia was dead, the rage and grief and loss was so overwhelming he hadn't been sure if he could keep going. But she has, and that speaks to her strength.]
You can't control how you feel. Anyone would be relieved after going through that.
[And then, softer:]
Is your brother awake yet?
You can't control how you feel. Anyone would be relieved after going through that.
[And then, softer:]
Is your brother awake yet?
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[ it is that touch of humor, a pale imitation of the Loras she remembers but still a flash of the old him that brings a smile to her lips, too. ]
Better anything than that. [ her expression belies her sympathy, her eyes far older than they were during their time in King's Landing — everything that has happened between then and now has aged both of them.
quietly, she steps closer, holds out her hand. ] Will you not walk with me? It has been so long since we last had the chance to speak.
[ it is that touch of humor, a pale imitation of the Loras she remembers but still a flash of the old him that brings a smile to her lips, too. ]
Better anything than that. [ her expression belies her sympathy, her eyes far older than they were during their time in King's Landing — everything that has happened between then and now has aged both of them.
quietly, she steps closer, holds out her hand. ] Will you not walk with me? It has been so long since we last had the chance to speak.
[ Loras finds he's staring at Sansa's hand before he remembers himself. He takes it with another ghost of a smile. He ought to be polite, if nothing else. ]
I'm afraid the last time we spoke, I was not as kind as I should have been.
[ They'd been so young and naive, the both of them. But Loras is glad to see Sansa. He's no idea what happened to her after her disappearance, no words really coming to either of the Tyrell siblings. He knows enough by the look in her own eyes that nothing good came to her, either. ]
I'm afraid the last time we spoke, I was not as kind as I should have been.
[ They'd been so young and naive, the both of them. But Loras is glad to see Sansa. He's no idea what happened to her after her disappearance, no words really coming to either of the Tyrell siblings. He knows enough by the look in her own eyes that nothing good came to her, either. ]
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[ she can see he seems a little wary — not that she can blame him. she hadn't trusted the teleportation before she had used it several times; even now, the fact that she can't quite understand how it works makes her uncertain about it.
but it has not failed her yet... so trust it she must. she takes Jamie's hand and smiles a little as they step onto the platform. ]
Before we go — my name is Sansa. Sansa Stark. And I will do my best to guide you once we are in Olympia so you may find your lodgings.
[ she can see he seems a little wary — not that she can blame him. she hadn't trusted the teleportation before she had used it several times; even now, the fact that she can't quite understand how it works makes her uncertain about it.
but it has not failed her yet... so trust it she must. she takes Jamie's hand and smiles a little as they step onto the platform. ]
Before we go — my name is Sansa. Sansa Stark. And I will do my best to guide you once we are in Olympia so you may find your lodgings.
[ He rolls the name around in his head. Sansa. Sansa Stark. He can't say he's familiar with her. Not in his world or this one. But he'll remember it. The redheaded lass that reminds him so much of his home. It's nice. But they've got things that must be done. Like getting to Olympia and whatever it may hold. ]
Aye. Jamie Fraser. [ He nods. ] Ye'll be a fine guide, lass. I have complete faith in ye.
[ He gives her a warm smile. Always reassuring. ]
Aye. Jamie Fraser. [ He nods. ] Ye'll be a fine guide, lass. I have complete faith in ye.
[ He gives her a warm smile. Always reassuring. ]
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[ she nods — the only way their worlds can still live is in memory, in sharing the knowledge of their homes with others, so that they cease being only names no one knows of, become something more tangible, real. for her, at least she has those who share her home, her memories... but it must be harder for those who have no one else.
she listens in silence, quiet and respectful. ]
Your people sound great and noble, my lady. [ she pauses, wonders what to share. ] Perhaps... you may still be reunited with your brother, and even your uncle. My brother, Robb, he was named King in the North by the Northern lords... but a house betrayed him, invited him as their guest and took his life like cowards, knowing they couldn't beat him in battle. But here — here, he walks among us living. I don't know how it is possible... but perhaps it will be possible for those who you hold dear, too.
[ she nods — the only way their worlds can still live is in memory, in sharing the knowledge of their homes with others, so that they cease being only names no one knows of, become something more tangible, real. for her, at least she has those who share her home, her memories... but it must be harder for those who have no one else.
she listens in silence, quiet and respectful. ]
Your people sound great and noble, my lady. [ she pauses, wonders what to share. ] Perhaps... you may still be reunited with your brother, and even your uncle. My brother, Robb, he was named King in the North by the Northern lords... but a house betrayed him, invited him as their guest and took his life like cowards, knowing they couldn't beat him in battle. But here — here, he walks among us living. I don't know how it is possible... but perhaps it will be possible for those who you hold dear, too.
[ Èowyn gives a small but warm smile at the kind words, tipping her head a little in thanks. But when Sansa goes on to tell her about her brother Robb, Èowyn's expression turns to confusion and mild shock, even. It takes a beat until she can formulate a response of her own. ]
You mean to say...? Those who have passed beyond the reach of us living may yet walk among us here? [ She draws in a sharp breath, visibly distraught by the thought for a few long moments. ] I such consider such a fey witchcraft, a frightful and unnatural thing. And yet the thought of embracing my uncle, as dear as father, brings such joy to my heart. [ She blinks, banishing sudden wetness from her eyes. ] They return to us with no... ill effects?
You mean to say...? Those who have passed beyond the reach of us living may yet walk among us here? [ She draws in a sharp breath, visibly distraught by the thought for a few long moments. ] I such consider such a fey witchcraft, a frightful and unnatural thing. And yet the thought of embracing my uncle, as dear as father, brings such joy to my heart. [ She blinks, banishing sudden wetness from her eyes. ] They return to us with no... ill effects?
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I did. [ she pauses, glances down with a faraway look in her eyes. ] One enemy we had defeated, but two still remained... a threat from both the south and the north.
[ she sighs. ] As much as I miss Winterfell, miss my home... I do not miss the war. At least here, my family is safe.
I did. [ she pauses, glances down with a faraway look in her eyes. ] One enemy we had defeated, but two still remained... a threat from both the south and the north.
[ she sighs. ] As much as I miss Winterfell, miss my home... I do not miss the war. At least here, my family is safe.
There's something to be said for the fact they're all being kept close, even if it isn't in the method I'd choose.
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