my tears are always frozen | calibration

[theladyofwinterfell]

WHO: Sansa Stark
WHERE: tunnels
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: 3 June - 10 June
WARNINGS: Sansa's memories include sexual assault and torture. If you do not wish to play that, do not choose the wedding gown prompt. The others are free from this.



Sansa knows of calibrations. She'd hoped to never experience the horror of her mind being on display for others but here she is again, stripped bare to be seen once more. She's terrified of it. There are those who know her darkest secrets, the ones she tries to keep buried, but more and more each day she meets people who don't know. People who might pity her if they knew. People who would see her as less because they know what she is and that she's a ghost of a woman sometimes.

There's a wedding gown split in two and marred by bright, crimson blood. There's a hunting knife that seems too modern for this sitting room of stone and glass. There's a pair of silken slippers, chewed a bit on the heels. There's a drawing of a girl and a wolf half-finished, as if the artist were pulled away by something else and hadn't had the time to return.

As she walks through her mind once again, she takes in these differences. There's a carved wooden throne with the direwolves of House Stark, a silver crown laying in the seat. There's a scroll undone, the words just enough to make out. The final thing in this room of note is golden ring with a lion's head, a ring she's not had in years. She wishes she had it now.

Comments

[afterform]

( There was only a glimpse of what he saw of her world, however, the same could be said for the experience he's had thus far from this world. )

I have not been here long enough to say for sure. However, it appears people from my world and yours are similar. The elements of control, power, wealth, sacrifice, cruelty.. those are all familiar as is the love, loyalty, and traditions.

I find it strange to think of so many worlds out there inhabited by similar races, ecosystems, and social parallels.

[theladyofwinterfell]

You'd think they'd all be different, really, but I find that people are motivated by the same things wherever you go. Some places are better than others, certainly, but there's still greed and vice.

( Sansa has enjoyed seeing other places and other ways of living; she'd taken someone of it back to Westeros with her before she'd been crowned queen and she thinks it will do them good. Now, though, she's at the mercy of whatever planet or obstacle the Agrii throw at them. )

[afterform]

I would assume so, perhaps there are far many more worlds sustaining life that we do not know.. to have so many from different worlds with similar backgrounds.

( He thought about Jenova, an alien from the cosmos that fell onto Gaia so long ago. The creature had come from some place, maybe someone from Jenova's home world would show up here - or was here, what sort of encounter might that be like? )

[theladyofwinterfell]

There seem to be dozens just from what I've seen and each one is more alien to me than the next. I have found that I love learning a great bit more than I ever did back home. I was a politician there. I'm something different here.

What were you?

( She's so curious to know. )

[afterform]

( Vincent allows a moment before he responds to Sansa's question. The first few adjectives were not necessarily kind, fair, nor comforting to share.

His crimson eyes cast to the floor between them. There's enough space between them in that he hopes Sansa feels unthreatened by his proximity. He recalls her words to him, her memories shared with him, and he can piece together her role as a politician. Queen.. That was only part of who she was back home, and perhaps little to do with who she was here.

He cannot say the same for himself, in that the adjectives that would describe him back home would still describe him here. Sansa was a Queen, no matter what world she was in - but she did not have her kingdom to rule here. Vincent was a monster in his world, and he still had those demons inside him here.

What were you? He still is. )

A fighter.

( He moved, just slightly, to show the gun belted to his hip. Cerberus. )

I fought to protect my world. There were forces of humankind, and from the cosmos, which threatened to deplete and destroy it.