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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[hearthebell]

It sounds like Madame Generosity lived up to her name.

[Cake is always, always good.]

I'm near a lamp point. Lady knows me, if that dispels any further unease.

[dohaeris]

[sansa gives a snort of sardonic laughter closer to her older self's.]

Lady is very well behaved, but I think she would growl if there were a stranger in the house.

[she glances towards the door.]

There's a lantern outside the manse, with imps.

[in fancy outfits??]

network----> Actionspam

[hearthebell]

[L doesn't pay much mind to fancy outfits, for himself or others. Even he couldn't really resist buying the imps little hats.

He's traveling far lighter today, though. Wearing only a coat sewn by Sansa over some simple working-class clothes, he looks like his typical pale and disheveled self when he arrives, a little short on both food and sleep.

Lycka glides ahead of him to announce his presence as he steps into the front all, kicking his bony bare feet out of his stiff steel-toed leather boots.

He glances around to see if Sansa has been waiting. If he doesn't see her immediately, he tentatively approaches the hall. In all their time living together he's never entered her room without an explicit invitation.]

[dohaeris]

[sansa has never invited him up to the third floor; she's had no reason to and it would be embarrassing.

regardless, this sansa is still downstairs. she emerges from the back room into the front, and marvels a bit at lycka. lady pads along behind her.]

Your leviathan is very beautiful.

[but she very quickly realizes that lycka is a spirit like her raven winterfell, and should probably be addressed as such. she flushes a little and curtsies at lycka.]

I must beg your forgiveness; I'm afraid I'm ill-used to talking with spirits in the form of animals. You are very lovely, and I meant no disrespect.

[she directs her gaze back at lazarus. he does look very tired and rumpled. and perhaps a little hungry...she smiles faintly.]

There's plenty of cake and biscuits in the kitchen already, and bread and cheese.

[hearthebell]

Thank you.

[His response is quiet and earnest. Lycka is everything he likes best about himself, after all; he's probably incapable of taking anything said about her as anything less than a compliment, in truth.]

Is there really? The cake was fresh out the last time I was here.

[On account of him. He goes right for it, Lycka acknowledging Sansa with a lowering of her enormous head. He returns with a slice held in his hand not unlike an apple.]

[dohaeris]

[sansa considers the mystery of the missing cake, frowning a little.]

I think Vi might have been hiding food in her room.

[when she was also shrunk down to middle school age...also jinx just eats things in the kitchen sometimes. now sansa considers the last time she noticed an absence of cake. she looks at lazarus sharply.]

That was days ago.

[not that many, but still...]

She's older, now.

[hearthebell]

Days ago when I was here, last. I sleep at the office often these days.

[A pause while he bites into the side of the slice, again, like an apple. Then he seems to consider something.]

It wasn't because of anyone in the household. Vi, or Jinx, or otherwise. My work just keeps me busy and, often, away from home.

[It's not as though he can just squat in front of a computer here and have access to all the information he needs on the other side of the city. L's thinner these days in large part because he gets so much cardio in tromping all over Trench after his cases.]

[dohaeris]

[the older sansa might try to determine where he means by at the office––the archives, an abandoned building, his evil ex-boyfriend's house? and if it was clean and safe, but this sansa has enough trouble figuring out from context that he means a place of work.]

No, Vi was stealing food. She brought some of it back.

[what sansa was unsure of was where she was hiding it...or why.]

I can get you tiramisu, if you tell me what it is.

[hearthebell]

[It might be best, that the older Sansa is not the one asking these questions and determining this meaning. It's complicated with L at the best of times.]

Why was Vi stealing food? Was it not plenty?

[He asks like someone who knows, already, that the reason is probably a lot more pathological and less practical. But in so many ways, isn't he just getting to know this version of Sansa?]

I'll tell you what it is. Do you know about coffee and cream, yet?