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𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐀. 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖.
𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐀. 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖.
[ for her, insults are part of it all — it is so much easier, to draw the trust of others, when calling herself nothing but a stupid girl. it worked with Joffrey... it worked with her aunt Lysa. she doesn't know if it works with this man, but it is worth a try. ]
Thank you, Ocelot. [ a slight nod of her head; both for the offer, and the name.
then, after a pause, ] How should I do that? If someone wishes to shoot me, or drive a sword through me, what can I do to stop them?
Thank you, Ocelot. [ a slight nod of her head; both for the offer, and the name.
then, after a pause, ] How should I do that? If someone wishes to shoot me, or drive a sword through me, what can I do to stop them?
( 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!
No... it's alright.
[ she attempts a shaky smile at him, slowly letting go of his arm. the admission takes her off guard, mostly for how strange it sounds. ]
Really? You caught me so easily, [ she responds, and after a pause of hesitation, places her hand again on his arm. ] But if you have been having trouble walking here, too... perhaps we can walk together.
[ she attempts a shaky smile at him, slowly letting go of his arm. the admission takes her off guard, mostly for how strange it sounds. ]
Really? You caught me so easily, [ she responds, and after a pause of hesitation, places her hand again on his arm. ] But if you have been having trouble walking here, too... perhaps we can walk together.
[ she nods, and doesn't ask more — whatever the definition is, his words are good enough for her. when he agrees, she smiles a touch brighter, falling silent as he keeps on humming, listening to the mumbled words.
when he hums the same melody once more, she joins in; quietly, carefully enough that her voice doesn't carry further than to where he is next to her, but her voice still there. she doesn't attempt the words, but keeps up with both the rhythm and the actual melody well enough, until the end of the song. ]
... like that?
when he hums the same melody once more, she joins in; quietly, carefully enough that her voice doesn't carry further than to where he is next to her, but her voice still there. she doesn't attempt the words, but keeps up with both the rhythm and the actual melody well enough, until the end of the song. ]
... like that?
[ The huff of air that comes out is slightly bitter as he treads over ground now, still carrying her without looking at her face. He can walk slower now, allow her heartrate to settle slowly. ]
I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let people get injured while knowing I could do something to help.
[ He pauses, shifting his hold so that she's more secure, settled against him and barely shifting as he walks. ] I wouldn't let you come to harm.
[ It's for a selfish reason in that he can't say for sure if he'd be set off into a frenzy at the scent of blood or not, but it's better to keep them all safe right now anyway. ]
I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let people get injured while knowing I could do something to help.
[ He pauses, shifting his hold so that she's more secure, settled against him and barely shifting as he walks. ] I wouldn't let you come to harm.
[ It's for a selfish reason in that he can't say for sure if he'd be set off into a frenzy at the scent of blood or not, but it's better to keep them all safe right now anyway. ]
There's no need for thanks.
[ he notes that she hasn't offered her name in return. that suits him just fine, even as he carefully observes her.
for all that she calls herself "stupid", it was almost safe to say that she was anything but. ]
It depends. Most of the time though, you have to make sure that you're quicker than they are.
[ as if to emphasize the point, he gives his gun a few twirls. as a young man, it was a habit he'd picked up when he'd wanted to show off.
now? well, it was much the same, though for an entirely different reason. ]
[ he notes that she hasn't offered her name in return. that suits him just fine, even as he carefully observes her.
for all that she calls herself "stupid", it was almost safe to say that she was anything but. ]
It depends. Most of the time though, you have to make sure that you're quicker than they are.
[ as if to emphasize the point, he gives his gun a few twirls. as a young man, it was a habit he'd picked up when he'd wanted to show off.
now? well, it was much the same, though for an entirely different reason. ]
I heard you cry out. [That's more or less true, but he's still kind of bullshitting] My hearing's pretty good, but I haven't been able to navigate my way out of.... wherever we are.
[He lets her lean against him, but bends down to retrieve the cane he'd had to drop to catch her, using it to feel the roots and ground around them both]
That sounds like an excellent idea, Sansa. They say two heads are better than one.
[And he can make sure she's safe]
[He lets her lean against him, but bends down to retrieve the cane he'd had to drop to catch her, using it to feel the roots and ground around them both]
That sounds like an excellent idea, Sansa. They say two heads are better than one.
[And he can make sure she's safe]
[she just nods in confirmation of that] Yeah, that's right—
It involved a lot of cooperation and working together so that we could all survive since we had limited resources when landing on the ground.
It involved a lot of cooperation and working together so that we could all survive since we had limited resources when landing on the ground.
Yeah, just like that. [Rocket cranes his neck around as if looking for something- it's habitual to think of needing music and to immediately look for Quill, even if it's fruitless. Quill doesn't have his Walkman with him.] Once things get settled back on the station, we gotta see about gettin' some real tunes.
[He picks up the little bit of tech he discarded when he started humming and begins tugging the wires out of it.] What else are we gonna do while we're involuntarily camping out here? Share our feelings? [he snorts] Screw that.
[He picks up the little bit of tech he discarded when he started humming and begins tugging the wires out of it.] What else are we gonna do while we're involuntarily camping out here? Share our feelings? [he snorts] Screw that.
[Pretend magic - no, no such thing. What's the point? He shrugs instead of questioning that, watching her amazement at such a simple piece of magic as this. It's refreshing to see someone so... taken with magic instead of full of fear; something that gives him hope for magic to be more widely accepted, even if this world doesn't yet seem to have a problem with it.]
Fortune telling is... I wouldn't put much stock in those. [Not because seeing the future is impossible, the opposite - it's just a bad idea, in his opinion.] There's magic in everything—the air, the earth, even you. Magic can do... almost anything.
Fortune telling is... I wouldn't put much stock in those. [Not because seeing the future is impossible, the opposite - it's just a bad idea, in his opinion.] There's magic in everything—the air, the earth, even you. Magic can do... almost anything.
[Claire can read her expression well enough. Most people have a similar reaction when she mentions a husband. It's like she might as well say she's a widow.]
Not quite that shade of red. In Scotland, where we're from, it's a bit more common. Is it where you're from?
Not quite that shade of red. In Scotland, where we're from, it's a bit more common. Is it where you're from?
[ he has her attention, and he'd be lying if he said he knew what to do with it. at the very least, her voice sounds like loss or longing. like the way his own lowers, when he speaks of his confiscated case.
newt has spent a great deal of time observing others. it's interaction that's the tricky thing. ]
I know a trick. [ he supplies before he registers what he's saying — or what he promises. a trick. magic, that unsettled daenerys. that delighted steve. he steels himself, looking back to her, his eyes blown wide in earnest. when he speaks again, a note of confidence returns to his voice. ] I could mend it, if you like.
[ even if she dislikes the magic, she'll have her dress. ]
newt has spent a great deal of time observing others. it's interaction that's the tricky thing. ]
I know a trick. [ he supplies before he registers what he's saying — or what he promises. a trick. magic, that unsettled daenerys. that delighted steve. he steels himself, looking back to her, his eyes blown wide in earnest. when he speaks again, a note of confidence returns to his voice. ] I could mend it, if you like.
[ even if she dislikes the magic, she'll have her dress. ]
( continued from here )
[ 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. ]
( continued from here )
[ 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?
[ she clutches him so tightly it must be painful as she blinks against the way her vision blurs, the way even shutting her eyes doesn't hold back the tears that fall down her cheeks.she cried when their father died; she cried when she heard about Robb and her mother. so many times has she cried for a family member lost... but here, she can't even mind crying again because this time, it isn't for loss. ]
I thought I'd never see you again, [ she chokes out, unwilling to let go, even as her voice is slightly muffled against his shoulder. ]
I didn't see you in the pods, so I thought... I thought —
I thought I'd never see you again, [ she chokes out, unwilling to let go, even as her voice is slightly muffled against his shoulder. ]
I didn't see you in the pods, so I thought... I thought —
... no one, [ she murmurs quietly, looking down at her hands, folded in her lap. she was sure she would die, at the very least — she is sure she would have, had Edward not been there to catch her, to drag her away from the thing she had been strapped inside.
then, louder, ]
It would make a good song. To tell about the bravery of everyone who helped others survive.
then, louder, ]
It would make a good song. To tell about the bravery of everyone who helped others survive.
[ someone else might ask what she hunts that aren't animals... but not Sansa. she can guess well enough — even if her guess involves less "monsters" and more "people". a sellsword, she thinks, or something similar. ]
You mean people, [ she responds, perfectly even. it is true; she is less afraid of the traditional monsters than she is of the monsters she has met, before — men are the worst monsters of all, after all. ]
You mean people, [ she responds, perfectly even. it is true; she is less afraid of the traditional monsters than she is of the monsters she has met, before — men are the worst monsters of all, after all. ]
That sounds familiar, [ she says with a tone that is at once pointed and wry. ]
I suppose we shall have to do that as well. Work together. [ comes the clarification, as if it was necessary, as she looks down at the pile of firewood she has collected. if they all want to survive... they will have to keep working together. ]
I suppose we shall have to do that as well. Work together. [ comes the clarification, as if it was necessary, as she looks down at the pile of firewood she has collected. if they all want to survive... they will have to keep working together. ]
[ A widow, yet not — just like Sansa is without her family, yet not. (more literally than she knows, yet... Jon and Robb have not yet found her, and she believes to be more alone than she truly is.) ]
Scotland... [ she repeats, wondering. ]
No. I am from Westeros. [ a pause. ] My name is Sansa. Sansa Stark.
Scotland... [ she repeats, wondering. ]
No. I am from Westeros. [ a pause. ] My name is Sansa. Sansa Stark.
[ she nods; she has never thought much of it, either, as for her fortune telling has always been something like a game — she remembers playing with Jeyne when she was younger, still in Winterfell. the two had laughed and solemnly promised the other a good life, a husband and sons and a beautiful home.
no, there was not much about fortune telling she was inclined to believe, anymore. ]
Everything? [ she repeats, almost like it's hard for her to believe. and yet, despite how disinclined she is to trust... she finds she does. believe him, that is. ]
Can you show me? Something — something else?
no, there was not much about fortune telling she was inclined to believe, anymore. ]
Everything? [ she repeats, almost like it's hard for her to believe. and yet, despite how disinclined she is to trust... she finds she does. believe him, that is. ]
Can you show me? Something — something else?
... I hope she wakes up, soon.
[ she offers the words quietly, yet with no less meaning. she understands, of course she does — how it feels to miss those you care for. ]
You make clothes? [ it's a way to direct the conversation away from those who still sleep, to keep talking about something that might connect the two of them. her smile is genuine. ]
[ she offers the words quietly, yet with no less meaning. she understands, of course she does — how it feels to miss those you care for. ]
You make clothes? [ it's a way to direct the conversation away from those who still sleep, to keep talking about something that might connect the two of them. her smile is genuine. ]
[ there is something that speaks of honesty in his eyes, and she wonders how a man like him would have fared, in Westeros — she finds she doesn't doubt him, can't find it in herself to doubt him or his earnest offer.
a trick, he says, which means he doesn't mean to mend it the traditional way... that much she can guess. the nature of the trick? not so much, but she nods, regardless. he means well; of that, she is certain. and sometimes, that is enough. that is plenty. ]
... Thank you. I would like that, [ she says and offers him a small smile, a nod. a go-ahead, even as she twines her hands together, her blue eyes watching his intently. ]
a trick, he says, which means he doesn't mean to mend it the traditional way... that much she can guess. the nature of the trick? not so much, but she nods, regardless. he means well; of that, she is certain. and sometimes, that is enough. that is plenty. ]
... Thank you. I would like that, [ she says and offers him a small smile, a nod. a go-ahead, even as she twines her hands together, her blue eyes watching his intently. ]
[ she watches him carefully, with a slight frown; not because she doesn't believe what he says to be true, but rather because she does. ]
Not many would think like that. Helping others without wanting anything in return. Helping others without knowing what they can do for you.
[ he has his reasons, selfish or not, but she wonders. ] ... you barely even know me.
Not many would think like that. Helping others without wanting anything in return. Helping others without knowing what they can do for you.
[ he has his reasons, selfish or not, but she wonders. ] ... you barely even know me.
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