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asgardeventide2012-10-13 09:48 pm
meant) wrote in asgardeventide2012-10-13 09:48 pm
o1 ♔ voice
( Alayne fiddles with the bracelet around her wrist for a moment before speaking - she's hesitant about addressing the whole of a city that she cannot see. After all, it's dangerous to be Sansa Stark these days, now that she's a traitor accused of regicide. But amongst the midst of all these voices, it's unlikely that hers will be recognized ( or so she thinks, as she does not know details of the network yet ). She is Alayne now, not Sansa. They will not know her. Lies and arbor gold, Alayne thinks. No one takes notice of a bastard girl. )
Gods of Asgard, I wanted to thank you for choosing me for such an important task. This is an honour that I did not expect. But I must think of my lord father - he worries so, and I wouldn't want him to fret. I'm only a young girl - surely someone more gallant should be chosen for a deed like this.
If it please you, I would ask that you send me back to him.
( but alayne doesn't expect much: no one gets what they want without a price. all she can do is ask. )
Gods of Asgard, I wanted to thank you for choosing me for such an important task. This is an honour that I did not expect. But I must think of my lord father - he worries so, and I wouldn't want him to fret. I'm only a young girl - surely someone more gallant should be chosen for a deed like this.
If it please you, I would ask that you send me back to him.
( but alayne doesn't expect much: no one gets what they want without a price. all she can do is ask. )
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robb is a boy with a hundred fears and robb is a king who seeks to conquer them all. the things he fears the most, the one's tucked away in dark corners that come to his thoughts in quiet whispers when he's completely and utterly alone - the things he cannot fight with steel are the same one's that cause him real sorrow.
it is a constant lingering feeling in the back of his head. wondering if sansa and arya will build tall towers with the bricks of resentment because robb couldn't come to them sooner. he hates himself for what happened to bran and what happened to rickon.
they're both their lord father's children, but robb has always idolized his father to a fault. he would never mark a falsehood against another, preferring to die a man with with honour then live as a man without. what has changed you - sansa? - do you say such things to your brother. but he can never be sure. never entirely sure that it's her.
( it's the same one that sang songs back when they children of summer, he's so sure. )
she brings up the frey's and out comes what feels like a stab to his gut. he had to protect jeyne, keep her honour in tact. He was consumed with grief and she was there - and -
how has he played idle to all this? ]
Aye. I was to wed a Frey. Did news of my disrespect to Lord Frey reach so far that it becomes gossip to the Vale?
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( taught by sansa's father sometimes, but mostly under the watchful eyes of septa mordane, sitting side by side with arya in the halls of winterfell. it was so long ago that she could scarcely remember it by now, blurred until only a feeling remained: a feeling of being happy. of knowing that everything was right in the world.
sansa's father was a noble man, she knows. alayne's is a crafter of lies, and only one of them is still living. it is not that she has turned her back on his memory, only that she's realized what eddard stark would not accept: to survive, one has to play the game. even if she never asked to play.
clean hands, alayne. always keep your hands clean, petyr had said.
she wonders if robb will hate her for this new deception. )
Not gossip, my lord. Never gossip.
( petyr baelish knew perhaps even before joffrey crowed it to the entire ends of westeros. alayne does not understand how he could be alive, how he could not remember. perhaps it was all lies. perhaps it was all an elaborate tale - oh, she wants to believe it. her voice drops to a whisper. )
I'm sure... ( she pauses, hesitates, not wanting to anger him and for a moment, alayne sounds like sansa again. a child in winterfell. ) you had a very good reason.
( it's benediction, in a way. )
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[ robb cannot hate her, no matter how many lies pass between her lips. to forgive kin is something that is regarded as a stark value, to be merciful. robb thinks about that time very often - when the songs were sweeter and how he feels like it will never come to pass again.
robb refuses to play. same as his father, it's why the end up in the same fate. you sacrifice honour when you play, you sacrifice truth and robb would rather be a dead man with it than an alive one without. but robb is a boy who thinks he's made of steel. they say the young wolf can never be killed, and he believes them. cocky because he's winning. and when he comes back, when walder frey takes a blade to his head he will search this moment and wonder - how could he have been so wrong.
he does not face the camera then.
sometimes love was not worth a kingdom. ]
Your words are kind.
voice ⇨ video
it's with a shaking hand that she reaches towards the screen and presses the large, blinking button that says video. she is older now too, a woman flowered with dark hair instead of the tully red, and sometimes alayne looks into the mirror and thinks that she hardly recognizes sansa stark at all. but wolves recognize their own, they always do.
she wonders what he will say. she fidgets with her hair, her gown, nervousness causing her heart to leap into her throat. )
Kind because they are the truth. You are an honorable king - it is known, even in the Vale.
and now starkpain JULI YOU'RE RED WEDDING-ing my HEART
these are not stark ways, sansa - and he wants to scold her and ask her how he's wronged and a dozen other questions that grace through his thoughts, fleeting and untouchable. his last memory of speaking about her was when he revoked her right to winterfell and he gave his kingdom to jon instead. was that perhaps a choice she held against him?
why and how was lord baelish involved?
she's changed - blossomed into a bastard, someone who is no longer stark nor tully. and robb can barely the see the girl who once told of stories and sang songs of princes and castles. she was sansa no longer.
then another base relief washes over him. because alayne, or sansa - she's alive and perhaps the details can wait. ]
Where are you?
NO THIS IS YOUR FAULT JULYA
but this - the idea of facing robb, this is what scares her the most. his anger, his disappointment. petyr had told her that there was no shame in feeling fear, only showing it. but it is written clear on her face at the moment no matter how hard she tries to stop that, like a flimsy mask easily crumpled in one hand.
they were not the stark ways, no. but alayne had stopped thinking of herself as a stark a long time ago. )
The house of Freya. Robb, I --
( and without thinking ( you stupid girl, foolish and stupid and ruining everything ), alayne slips up. she hadn't meant to. one slip in the vale would mean her head. she had been so careful -
alayne swallows and looks away from the camera. )
VIDEO -> ACTION
he does not get to where he is by being subservient. robb has the stubbornness of a stark, welded so indelicately into his bones. but he doesn't hesitate, he feels a pounding in his chest as his legs move faster than ever before.
he wants this more than anything, to be with his sisters, jon and bran and rickon again. he dreams of this. if he could, if he had his way - he would have marched up there to kings landing himself. killed every soldier who'd sworn oath to the lion and take off lord tywin's head and place it upon a spike. he would make cersei know how it was to lose a father and he would let jamie know what it is to lose a sister.
this is a second chance for him, so he doesn't hesitate. and in a few moments, he's there. in front of the House of Freya looking for her. ]
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alayne waits for him like a lady. standing outside of the house of freya with her back straight and her hands clasped; she considers running, hiding so that he will not see her shame - but those are not the stark ways, no. she is braver than that.
what will he do, when he knows what a liar she is? a memory comes to her now, of a different time, when robb had taken them all down to the crypts underneath winterfell. there had been a ghost, and sansa had run shrieking for the exist, but it was only jon covered in flour. robb had hugged her afterward, had laughed about it, and at that time he was a child and not a king. her brother and not her lord.
she yearns for that time once again. yet now, faced with this as an actual possibility, alayne is frozen. he is standing right there in front of her, and her voice is caught in her throat. it feels unreal, like a mirage or a dream, like all of this will disappear before her very eyes. like robb will be gone, and she will be back in king's landing with joffrey to replace him.
alayne takes a tentative step forward. and then another. should she curtsy? should she embrace him? she makes no move to do either. instead, she bows her head, the rest of her usual composure nearly gone. but alayne keeps a tight grip on it, for she has no other choice. )
Robb. Please let me explain.