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entrancelogs2014-10-11 09:11 pm
alayne) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-11 09:11 pm
ɴᴏᴡ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴄʜɪʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ( ᴏᴘᴇɴ )
Who: alaybe stone + you!
Where: the tea room + the gardens
When: October 11th + 12th
Rating: pg-13 for now, will update if needed. mostly for potential talk of westeroi-horror.
Summary: alayne sings a song while sewing and later on deals with the effects.
The Story:
OCTOBER 11TH
[ the signs reading 'honesty' have frightened her because alayne lives on lies.
she had told herself, time and time again, the lies were always kindly meant. always for protection and never to harm and if it so, then they are not a wrong thing on the whole. even here, far away in wonderland, alayne stone has to exist so sansa stark might yet be safe. wonderland calls forward souls from so many realms; the queen might be one of them or her men, or tyrion.
she doesn't feel about him as she does about his sister or her men but that is too complex and she tries, tries very hard, not to think of it.
she takes her sewing to the tea room, trying to push away the memories of the girl who came before, the silly bird, pretty but otherwise unaware to the world around her.
the song comes unnoticed and uncalled before she could control it. needle and thread move and so do her lips. it's not one she heard or had known before ( 'margaret, are you grieving over goldengrove unleaving?' ) but something about it speaks true to alayne ( 'ah! as the heart grows older; it will come to such sights colder' ), speaks true and loud. she might have dreamed it up ( 'it is the blight man was born for; it is Mmrgaret you mourn for' ) or perhaps wonderland had taught her. either way the words leave her lips and they form a song, sung in a hushed, tender voice for any passer by to hear.
October 12th
[ the next day finds her near in tears.
the song comes at times without her consent or attention and its words are burned into her mind and alayne cannot seem to escape it no matter where she goes. the word 'honesty' seems to mock her from the walls at the mansion so she escapes to the gardens; long hair in a single braid today.
she is not careful in her haste, does not cover her tears well. she can be found there most of the day, sitting by the fountain or on one of the benches. her body language speaks of sheer fear, huddled into herself as she is, trying to make herself as unnoticed as possible.
( where can she go but here? ) ]
INSPIRATION MUSIC
Where: the tea room + the gardens
When: October 11th + 12th
Rating: pg-13 for now, will update if needed. mostly for potential talk of westeroi-horror.
Summary: alayne sings a song while sewing and later on deals with the effects.
The Story:
OCTOBER 11TH
[ the signs reading 'honesty' have frightened her because alayne lives on lies.
she had told herself, time and time again, the lies were always kindly meant. always for protection and never to harm and if it so, then they are not a wrong thing on the whole. even here, far away in wonderland, alayne stone has to exist so sansa stark might yet be safe. wonderland calls forward souls from so many realms; the queen might be one of them or her men, or tyrion.
she doesn't feel about him as she does about his sister or her men but that is too complex and she tries, tries very hard, not to think of it.
she takes her sewing to the tea room, trying to push away the memories of the girl who came before, the silly bird, pretty but otherwise unaware to the world around her.
the song comes unnoticed and uncalled before she could control it. needle and thread move and so do her lips. it's not one she heard or had known before ( 'margaret, are you grieving over goldengrove unleaving?' ) but something about it speaks true to alayne ( 'ah! as the heart grows older; it will come to such sights colder' ), speaks true and loud. she might have dreamed it up ( 'it is the blight man was born for; it is Mmrgaret you mourn for' ) or perhaps wonderland had taught her. either way the words leave her lips and they form a song, sung in a hushed, tender voice for any passer by to hear.
October 12th
[ the next day finds her near in tears.
the song comes at times without her consent or attention and its words are burned into her mind and alayne cannot seem to escape it no matter where she goes. the word 'honesty' seems to mock her from the walls at the mansion so she escapes to the gardens; long hair in a single braid today.
she is not careful in her haste, does not cover her tears well. she can be found there most of the day, sitting by the fountain or on one of the benches. her body language speaks of sheer fear, huddled into herself as she is, trying to make herself as unnoticed as possible.
( where can she go but here? ) ]
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But once she starts to speak, it's like a floodgate opens and more words spill out. About lies and punishments and Steve's frown grows as he reaches out and gingerly places a hand on her shoulder.]
Wait, slow down, let's start over. [One thing at a time. Steve raises his eyebrows at her and smiles, to make sure she knows he isn't angry.]
What did you lie about? If it's not important for me to know, you don't have to tell me. [Everyone's allowed some secrets. Steve's been burned by others keeping things from him, but this is a different case. He won't make a teenage girl bear her heart to him unless she wants to.] And who's he? [Steve gets the feeling that whoever it is, this person Alayne's mentioned is the real issue here.]
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[ and it is odd to speak of it, odd to even speak a name she hadn't dared to utter for so long. alayne shifts a bit, tears reach her eyes but never leave them, holding back seems to be in her nature and the more she remembers sansa the more she remembers how practiced she was in hiding away her misery and disguise it with love of her tormentor. she looks down at her hands. ]
Lady Sansa Stark - of Winterfell. Sister to Arya Stark who were once here, niece to lady Lyanna Stark who was also here; though they have only known Alayne and I have never - I've never told them the truth. Alayne Stone she - I had to be her. I have to be her. To be safe. Sansa Stark is not a name one speaks freely in my land and as this one brings forth so many people -
[ she falters for a moment. ]
Alayne kept Sansa safe from those who wished to harm her, there are many. The man who saved Sansa from them had gave her Alayne and I have been Alayne, she is the only one I can be.
[ torn between them both, between sansa and alayne who is as true as her - she is not certain, for a moment, who is the one speaking before she lifts her head with something akin to pride in the only thing that she still has. ]
I'm Lady Sansa Stark, of Winterfell, whose sigil is the direwolf. Bran - I did not know he was alive. All the rest are dead and those who killed them would kill Sansa - they would have my head if they could. I have not spoken of this to Arya and my Lady Aunt and it is my fault they are gone. Wonderland is punishing for my lies and now, I will never see them again.
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Steve realizes that she must have been separated from her family for a long while, if her own sister hadn't recognized her here. Lyanna Stark... Steve had spoken with her, once. She'd look so much like Peggy, and Steve had been kind of amused by that last name at the time. She's been gone for a while, though, and Alayne -- no, Sansa believes that's her fault.
It must have been painful to have family so close and not be able to reveal herself to them. Steve doesn't feel betrayed by the lies. If anything, he's got pity for Sansa and all of the horrific things she's had to endure.]
Listen to me. [Steve shifts on the bench so that he's facing Sansa more directly.] Wonderland does what it wants. We don't know why it sends people back home, and assuming it's your fault won't do anything but make things more painful. You wanted to survive and stay safe -- no one can judge you for that.
[Sansa Stark of Winterfell. Steve doesn't plan to spread that information around, but he'll always call her by her real name now, if she'll let him.] Sansa, why do these people want you dead? Are any of them here?
[Because there's no way Steve's letting anyone get near a traumatized teenage girl.]
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they are not here.
[ as for the 'why' she doesn't know where to begin. she isn't sure she knows the answer, not really, the 'why' everything went so wrong as it did. coming to the south had seemed so wonderful and sweet at first and it got twisted and ruined. ]
they named my father traitor to the king. he wasn't. my lord father he was - he would never betray anyone, the king has been his friend. He was here, Robert Baratheon, the king of Westeros, he was here and he had cared for those of house Stark out of love for my father. The Queen she - and her son, they named him traitor and they took his head. I was to wed the queen's son he.
[ she cannot even say his name. she can only remember him pale and choking and it makes her sick. ]
he took his head and he mounted on a spike and he made me look at it. they've killed my lord father and my lady mother and my brother robb and if they ever come here, they will kill me too.
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The details that she blurts out, about traitors and kings and beheadings, it still sounds like something Steve would read or watch, as opposed to an actual person's life. But it is Sansa's life. It sounds like there's a lot more to the story, but the crux of it is that her family has been targeted despite the fact that they did nothing wrong, and Sansa thinks she's next.
She'd been made to look at her own father's detached head. That would be enough to traumatize anyone for life.
Steve doesn't know who these people are, but he already has an idea of what he would do to them if they ever showed up here. Sansa's scared, but she doesn't need to be. Not while Steve is here.
He leans in toward her and clasps his hands on both of her shoulders, then finds her eyes, even if they are glassy with tears she's holding back.] Sansa, if any of these people do show up, you need to stay away from them. Don't let them know you're here. You come find me or Bucky and let us know who they are, and we'll deal with them. All right?
[This is not a battle that Sansa should have to fight, and honestly, Steve is just so sick of bullies. To prey on a teenage girl like this is about the lowest of the low in his opinion.]
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[ she nods. she remembers all what littlefinger had taught her. sansa stark is gone, there is only ever alayne who is older than her, with darker hair. alayne who is only a baseborn girl who would not interest anyone.
but the queen.
she thinks of queen cersei and for a moment, panic seizes her. she would not be able to fool her. the queen would look at her and she would see sansa and she would call for her head and if steve or bucky would try to interfere for sansa stark's cause - ]
No, you must not.
[ she says it and meets his eyes, shaking her head. ]
They have killed my lord Father and my Lady Mother and my brothers. They would kill you too and him. They surely will if they are able.
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[Or has Sansa been in hiding as Alayne for that long, that she's aged enough to not resemble her younger self? It seems like even then, someone clever enough would be able to put the pieces together.
If she wants to keep up her cover just in case, then Steve understands, but he also doesn't think she should assume it would be enough.
She's a sweet, caring girl, which is why she's worried on his behalf. When she expresses her concerns, Steve just shakes his head.] That assumes they're able. I don't let any bully get away with this kind of thing, and I definitely don't go down without a fight.
[His lips tug up into a smile and he tightens his grip on her shoulders, though not to any painful degree.] I'll make sure they never hurt you. I promise. [If Steve has to take the hits meant for her, he'll do that too. He's resilient, he's been altered for that purpose, he'll jump in front of her every time.]
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[ The Queen will, she is certain; but mayhaps not her men. they would expect a three and ten girl with auburn hair and will see a girl taller, claiming to be four-and-ten with dark hair.
some of the queen's men would see alayne; the queen, however, will certainly see sansa. alayne looks down at her hands for a moment, tries not to humor the thought that she herself has little notion of where sansa ends and alayne begins. after a moment, she smiles a bit. ]
then you are my sworn banner-man.
[ a jape. but men who vow themselves to ladies are exactly that. ]
were I a queen, I would name you knight.
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You can call me what you want. [She can also be a queen, if that's what she wants. Steve's not particularly picky about titles, although the rest of his world is in regards to him. He's always going to be Captain there, which is fine, but it doesn't need to work that way in Wonderland.] Just know that you can call me or come knocking on my door if you ever feel threatened here.
[Because no one should be made to feel that way, least of all a girl as kind and caring as Sansa Stark.]