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thespherelogs2020-06-09 05:03 pm
toivory) wrote in thespherelogs2020-06-09 05:03 pm
Entry tags:
tough love and a tape measure
Who: The eldest Stark children.
What: A special delivery.
When: A few days after her memory was broadcast for everyone.
Where: Robb's dome
Warnings: None yet. To be updated as they arise.
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Sansa had been incredibly happy to see her eldest brother arrive, don't get her wrong. She thought she'd never see him again, that even the Sphere could not bring him here. But there was Robb, though he seemed far older than the boy she'd last seen in Winterfell. She's sure he felt the exact same way. But that didn't stop them from falling into old patterns as quickly as they came.
Growing up, she'd always been antagonistic towards Arya, the girls as different as could be. But Robb had been so much the more like her. He'd played Monsters and Maidens with her, Come into my Castle, but soon enough he wouldn't be bothered to play games with her. He had to do other things with Theon and Jon and so sweet Sansa felt more isolated because she was a girl and didn't play at boy things.
She still didn't play at boy things, truth be told. There was very little play in her life, but so far the Sphere had allowed her to let some of it back into her life. She had new music here, good friends, and a job she greatly enjoyed. One she enjoyed so much that she continued working on the clothing for her eldest brother and his skeleton of a girlfriend, even though she was furious with him. She knew it would take time for him to forgive Theon, but he should at the very least have trusted her judgement with him, trusted that he had paid his price for all he'd done. But that didn't mean she wanted to wait around for it to happen.
Keeping her face a practiced neutral, she raised a hand to knock on his door.
What: A special delivery.
When: A few days after her memory was broadcast for everyone.
Where: Robb's dome
Warnings: None yet. To be updated as they arise.
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Sansa had been incredibly happy to see her eldest brother arrive, don't get her wrong. She thought she'd never see him again, that even the Sphere could not bring him here. But there was Robb, though he seemed far older than the boy she'd last seen in Winterfell. She's sure he felt the exact same way. But that didn't stop them from falling into old patterns as quickly as they came.
Growing up, she'd always been antagonistic towards Arya, the girls as different as could be. But Robb had been so much the more like her. He'd played Monsters and Maidens with her, Come into my Castle, but soon enough he wouldn't be bothered to play games with her. He had to do other things with Theon and Jon and so sweet Sansa felt more isolated because she was a girl and didn't play at boy things.
She still didn't play at boy things, truth be told. There was very little play in her life, but so far the Sphere had allowed her to let some of it back into her life. She had new music here, good friends, and a job she greatly enjoyed. One she enjoyed so much that she continued working on the clothing for her eldest brother and his skeleton of a girlfriend, even though she was furious with him. She knew it would take time for him to forgive Theon, but he should at the very least have trusted her judgement with him, trusted that he had paid his price for all he'd done. But that didn't mean she wanted to wait around for it to happen.
Keeping her face a practiced neutral, she raised a hand to knock on his door.
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It's a low blow, but he's exhausted and her words had stayed with him. She had not said all of that, but it was what he had taken from it. Drinking and whoring, that would stay with him as well. He could imagine his father's face and his mother's sharp words. It was as if Sansa was speaking with her voice.
There was no other argument he could give. He knew he was doing wrong and only acting in a way that would shame their father. He sighed, looking down at his hands, feeling that heaviness around his shoulders again.
"I'm not better."
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She watches him, how he moves, how he speaks. He looks so heavy.
"But you can be." She wants to offer him hope for this new life here under the sea.
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He could only be himself and that seemed to be steeped in foolishness and failure. He wanted to be like their father, but he fell short of the mark. He wanted to be a man that Jeyne would be proud of, but he only managed to get her killed.
He rubbed his face, letting out a deep sigh.
"What do you want me to do, Sansa?"
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"I want my brother back." and even as she says it, she knows she never will.
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"I need to grieve in the form it comes, but I will ease my drink for your sake. What I need...what I want...is if this place could find a way to lift the full memory of what happened. If the screams can go away and the sight of her blood, I might be able to find my strength again. Then if they return, I won't feel so broken."
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"Grief I understand. I shall do all I can to see if there is a way to ease the memory and the pain for you. Perhaps there is a sort of magic we can find." It was a plan, at least, and allowed Sansa to feel as if she had a bit more control over her brother's situation. That she could protect him just a bit.