Sansa Stark (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
porcelainandsteel) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
thecapitol2015-08-31 01:13 am
porcelainandsteel) wrote in thecapitol2015-08-31 01:13 am
Entry tags:
you've always loved the strange birds
Who| Sansa and OPEN
What| Sansa arrives in the Capitol
Where| Around the Tribute Center and the Capitol
When| ...Now?
Warnings/Notes| TBC
She feels lost and unmoored, but that's nothing new. Since her father's death, through all the long protracted nightmare of King's Landing, she's felt that way, out of her depth and swept up in things beyond her control. In that sense, it hardly comes as a surprise for Ser Dontos' boat to become a dream, and to wake up somewhere else entirely.
It's the place itself that shocks her, therefore, at least as much as the fact that she's here. She's never seen or even dreamed of anything like this land, all glass and steel and blinding white, even the guards dressed in something glossy and clean and hard that certainly isn't steel armour. She lets herself be guided without argument, meek and mild as any girl could ever be, and feels oddly bereft when they leave her in her new room without even that dubious company.
When it comes down to it, though, she doesn't stay in the room long - but still long enough to wonder at a few of the strange objects scattered around it: the black mirror on the wall that barely reflects, the lights in the ceiling that have no clear flame. Then, feeling the strangeness of it all well up inside her, she knows she ought to get moving. She has to find out where she is, for one thing, and what the allegiances are of its lords. The Lannisters will be looking for her, she thinks, and if she ends up back in King's Landing, what she endured before will seem like tender mercy.
For the rest of the day, Sansa can be found wandering - first out into District 6's common area, then around the rest of the strange building, and at last out into the streets themselves. Her wonder is written on her face, along with a growing unease; she is so caught up in staring up at the sweeping buildings and foreign towers and strange lights that she may well bump into several people, her ladylike grace and manners momentarily forgotten.
If she does drag her eyes away from the city long enough to focus on its people, she will approach anyone who looks as though they might be friendly, bobbing a curtsey and asking politely if she might have a word.
What| Sansa arrives in the Capitol
Where| Around the Tribute Center and the Capitol
When| ...Now?
Warnings/Notes| TBC
She feels lost and unmoored, but that's nothing new. Since her father's death, through all the long protracted nightmare of King's Landing, she's felt that way, out of her depth and swept up in things beyond her control. In that sense, it hardly comes as a surprise for Ser Dontos' boat to become a dream, and to wake up somewhere else entirely.
It's the place itself that shocks her, therefore, at least as much as the fact that she's here. She's never seen or even dreamed of anything like this land, all glass and steel and blinding white, even the guards dressed in something glossy and clean and hard that certainly isn't steel armour. She lets herself be guided without argument, meek and mild as any girl could ever be, and feels oddly bereft when they leave her in her new room without even that dubious company.
When it comes down to it, though, she doesn't stay in the room long - but still long enough to wonder at a few of the strange objects scattered around it: the black mirror on the wall that barely reflects, the lights in the ceiling that have no clear flame. Then, feeling the strangeness of it all well up inside her, she knows she ought to get moving. She has to find out where she is, for one thing, and what the allegiances are of its lords. The Lannisters will be looking for her, she thinks, and if she ends up back in King's Landing, what she endured before will seem like tender mercy.
For the rest of the day, Sansa can be found wandering - first out into District 6's common area, then around the rest of the strange building, and at last out into the streets themselves. Her wonder is written on her face, along with a growing unease; she is so caught up in staring up at the sweeping buildings and foreign towers and strange lights that she may well bump into several people, her ladylike grace and manners momentarily forgotten.
If she does drag her eyes away from the city long enough to focus on its people, she will approach anyone who looks as though they might be friendly, bobbing a curtsey and asking politely if she might have a word.
no subject
For a moment he considers arguments he could make, what might bribe her, but he knows only the roughest outline of her past. He knows, too, how draining trying to fight everything can be. His expression finds something more solid, but it's more resignation than confidence.
"I'm going to tell you this much, and nothing else," he says, deciding it for himself. "There is a rebellion--people working against the Capitol, wanting to stop what they put us through so they can fix Panem. So long as you have the choice to stay out, I'm not going to force you into it. Just know that no matter how bad shit gets, there are people trying to make this place better. Keep that knowledge close and quiet. Okay?"
Despite everything, he hopes for her sake she won't get dragged in before she's ready.
no subject
"Oughtn't we to move on?" she says after a moment, glancing back over her shoulder at the passers-by. They look innocent enough, but she knows not to underestimate the dangers of innocent passers-by. There's no sense in drawing out dangerous conversations, no matter how safe he thinks they ought to be here.
no subject
"Good. Thank you." And truly, he is relieved. It was dangerous enough to risk it, more dangerous still to tell someone who wants no part. But she's smart and good, and he values that. Right, too, with her suggestion, and Karkat nods before setting off again. They'll come out the other end of the alley and keep going, like nothing happened.
"Is there anywhere else you want to see before we turn back?" he asks with a glance. They could probably tour through one more, and it keeps up the ruse to ask, but returning to the tower would be just as welcome to him now.