un: lady; video (semi-accidental)

[dohaeris]

[sansa means for this to be anonymous, unfortunately she hasn't really figured out usernames yet, let alone how to hide hers. she also means for this to be text, but the video is already recording when she starts speaking.

she's visibly younger, though not much (a little over three years, now); smaller and slighter and more wide-eyed, with her clothes not quite fitting right and her hair braided simply to one side. lady remains the same size, half in her lap on the couch, with blue ribbons around her neck rather than her fancy padded collar. sansa, too, wears the silvery-blue dress she wore to the rinne festival tied very tightly, her padded collar slightly askew.

and she looks somber. something has clearly been troubling her. she's not quite looking at the camera. her voice is low and a little bitter.]

What happens to us when they come back?

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[dohaeris]

[that's exactly what sansa didn't want to hear. her frown deepens. lady whines and snuggles closer.]

I wasn't home. I was a hostage in a city under siege. I don't want to go back there.

[she looks down briefly, biting back 'I can't go back there,' because of course she will if they make her. she'll always do what they make her. it doesn't matter what I want. at least she has ser dontos and his promise of rescue...at least robb and her mother are fighting their way down to king's landing. she can still go home, someday.]

I'm sorry.

[she's not sure what she's apologizing for, except this girl doesn't deserve her ire. but nobody ever seems to get what they deserve.]

Does anyone know?

[romancekiller]

You were held hostage? [ there's a momentary look of surprise hearing the circumstances that the other girl has to go back to before her expression shifts in understanding and just shakes her head at the apology] I don't think so— at least that I know of.

I wish I could offer a different answer given what you do have to go back to.

[dohaeris]

[sansa's mouth sets in a line and her voice flattens to match.]

King Joffrey murdered my lord father and took me prisoner. My brother and mother had no choice but to raise our banners against him. There's been a lot of fighting, but nobody's come for me yet.

[though they've met with ser dontos, and that's not nothing...it isn't very much, though. she turns her eyes towards clarke.]

Is it better than this, where you were?

[because cellar door is nice, and brave men fighting horrible beasts are the stuff of fairy tales to sansa. some of the curses sound quite worrying, but everyone has been so kind...]

[romancekiller]

[clarke wasn't expecting an explanation much less one like that but ironically being taken prisoner and her father being murdered were something she could relate to even though the circumstances are drastically different..

she thinks to how things are for her back home and honestly being the last person left on earth isn't something that is all too appealing to go back to either] I'm sorry. No wonder you don't want to go back—

[she pauses for a moment before continuing] Back home isn't all that better for me either so I can understand.

[dohaeris]

[sansa smiles grimly. it's not that dissimilar from her older self.]

Then I'm sorry for what happened to you, too.