thespherelogs | Come find me [OPEN]

Who: Angel/Inesa & those who would look for her.
When: Backdated like crazy; between Feb 22nd - Mar 5th.
Where: Clothes/Fabric Store.
What: After the AU event Inesa was hiding in her shop with Lancelot. The bunny escapes to find help for this sad angel. You can break into her shop and find her or find the bunny. It's up to you. Please let me know the date that your character finds her.
Warnings: None yet.
Notes: This is the aftermath of the AU plot. I will not have her participating in the new plot because she needs time to heal some. I will slowly back-tag her reaction to things or we can hand-wave it if you prefer to not backdate stuff with me being slow this month. Just let me know what you'd prefer on the Disco @ PhantomStar#1289.

Dried tears stained her cheeks but after the first day she made no effort to brush them away. She was an angel. She didn't need to eat or drink to survive. Her magic kept her form in place though the weary ache in her chest made her appear gaunt and thin.

She wondered if you could die from heartache. If the pain in her chest was real despite the fact that there was no blade sinking between her ribs. Was this what it was supposed to feel like. It was somehow worse than when Jack had left.

Inesa was curled on a pile of odd fabric and furs that had been spread across the back room of the shop. Her eyes were closed while her long wheat hair tumbled in a mess around her slender frame. She made no movement at any sounds or commotion. She didn't feel like she had the strength or will to move from where she laid.

A small white bunny wiggled his nose at her and while there was plenty of food in the shop for him, he was distressed that his caretaker had seemingly stopped moving. He jumped on her a few times but when nothing seemed to help he wiggled out the back door of the shop and went hopping through the sphere streets. Considering there were no other animals in the domes, it looked very strange for a bunny to be hoping on its own...

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'your Sansa.'

The words were sweet and gentle as a hand gently brushed against her dry cheeks. The warmth surprised her and Angel trembled as if finally recognizing the cold she felt curling within the pit of her. 'Why is it so cold?'

Her eyes opened but she didn't look up at Sansa. She wasn't sure she could meet her friends gaze without breaking into tears again but... maybe, if she were lucky, there weren't any more tears left. Either way, it wasn't Sansa's fault that she felt like this and the young angel had no intention of making her friend feel bad for it. It was her pain to hold and keep with her, not Sansa's.

She closed her eyes and bowed her head to rest her forehead against her knees. "I know." Her voice was soft and horse as if it's gone unused for days. "You have a key." The other Sansa hadn't even known that she worked at the shop with her.

She's unsure if Angel means it to be light or not, but Sansa spares her a small smile. "I do," she agrees. It'd been a long time since she'd been in to work, but she planned to make more use of the space.

She leans in closer, placing her arms around Inesa, practically pulling the girl on to her lap. "Hush," she says, stroking her long, soft hair. "I am here, and I will not leave you. Take as long as you need."

She felt the pain in her heart break as Sansa pulled her into her lap. She hadn't cried all that much after the other Sansa had left. She'd buried those feelings and had thought of her sister, her future and her life. Now it felt as if the pain was rushing back to her, consuming her, but she wasn't alone.

Her fingers curled against Sans's arms, clinging to her as she sobbed into her friends stomach. She didn't know how much time had past but she eventually fell silent. Her breaths were slow but uneven and shallow as she struggled to regain what little composure she had left.

"I am sorry." She should't cry. She shouldn't feel this pain. Angel's weren't supposed to cry.

Sansa held her friend, letting her cry as long and as hard as she needed. She'd hurt her, not on purpose, and she knew what it was to have your heart break. She stroked the girl's hair, her back, humming to her, the way her mother had a long time ago. By the time Angel's done crying, Sansa's braided her hair as well, pushing it out of her face.

"There's no reason to be sorry, sweetling," she says softly. "It is I who should be sorry."

The light toying and teasing of her hair soothed her. She liked having her hair braided but she hadn't had it braided by another since her sister had left their home nearly a decade ago. She had missed this.

"No. It wasn't your fault." She might have stopped crying but she didn't let Sansa go. "It wasn't anyone's fault." Having nothing and no one to blame almost made it worse. Even, she was comforted but the pain was still there.

She wondered if it'd ever completely go away or if thinking of Sansa and Jon will always be a little painful.

She worked her fingers through her friend's hair over and over again, creating the elaborate twists and braids of her home.

"Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. That I don't feel bad about some of what I've said and done."

"I don't know... why it hurts so much." Her voice was very soft as she struggled to place her feelings into words. "You were happy Sansa. I had- never seen you smile like that before. But it was hard to be happy for you." It pains her to admit how much it hurt when she should have been happy for her friend.

If this was love then how could love be a good thing?

"I was happy. But I wasn't me. I was still a girl, with my head lost in a story." She wasn't sure what it meant. It was the girl she'd always wanted to be, really. In love with the crown prince, engaged to be married to him, and happy.

"I had yet to learn that life is not a song." She knew that now. That monsters won, and you had to be the hero of your own story. That words were just as deadly as blades.

Her hands keep moving deftly through Inesa's hair. "I don't blame you. You could have hated me for that time. But- take it from a woman who's known him all her life, Aemon Targaryen is not Jon Snow. And Jon's heart is yours."

She wasn't sure how much of what Sansa said was true but she felt her heart crack under the weight of everything she'd been holding back. She'd never felt this way before and handling these feelings was proving to be difficult.

She leaned against Sansa and curled up in her friends arms until the sudden wave of sadness flee her slender frame.

"I hope you're right." Right now, she didn't believe it. She wasn't sure what she believed but she was happy that Sansa was there. "Can we... stay like this? For a little bit. I don't- didn't want to be alone." But she hadn't known what else to do.

"Of course, sweetling," she said gently, holding her friend to her. "We can stay here as long as you need."

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