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revivalproject2020-06-17 02:40 pm
theladyofwinterfell) wrote in revivalproject2020-06-17 02:40 pm
the pack survives (caves - during the calibrations)
WHO: Sansa Stark
WHERE: the Caves
WHAT: mourning and trying to have a stiff upper lip about it
WHEN: 6/17 - 6/30
WARNINGS: sadness.
Every morning after calibrations were over, the first thing Sansa did was clutch James into her arms and hold him tight. She counts all his fingers and all his toes and she holds him as close as she dares without making him squirm and then nurses him. Usually at some point, Tyrion comes in and says good morning to her, wanting to get this early time with James before they have to deal with everyone else in the caves and be in a good mood.
Today, he doesn't come.
Sansa doesn't think much of it while she gets James pinned into a fresh diaper and goes to where Tyrion's room is. She doesn't see him there and she doesn't see his effects, either - there's not even a golden hair on the pillowcase. She looks around the caves, more and more frantic, and then she realizes what has happened. The Agrii, whom she's always thought kinder and more benevolent than the Atroma they used to live under, have taken Tyrion. She knows he must go back to do great things, same as she had to, but it isn't the same. It isn't fair.
Sansa finds a place that is slightly tucked away to sit in silence. She was off cavorting in other peoples' memories and her own family has been taken from her again. She's never wanted anything more than to just be happy and it seems her life isn't where happiness will come. She hasn't seen her in years and can barely remember the sound of her voice or the tender touch of her hands but she wants her mother. Sansa knows that James needs his mother, though, so she just holds him as tight as she dares. "Not you. Never you. You'll never lose me. I'll follow you to the ends of the earth and back, little wolf." James cries a little, not wanting to be held so tightly at the moment, but Sansa doesn't care.
"I love you so much, my darling."
WHERE: the Caves
WHAT: mourning and trying to have a stiff upper lip about it
WHEN: 6/17 - 6/30
WARNINGS: sadness.
Every morning after calibrations were over, the first thing Sansa did was clutch James into her arms and hold him tight. She counts all his fingers and all his toes and she holds him as close as she dares without making him squirm and then nurses him. Usually at some point, Tyrion comes in and says good morning to her, wanting to get this early time with James before they have to deal with everyone else in the caves and be in a good mood.
Today, he doesn't come.
Sansa doesn't think much of it while she gets James pinned into a fresh diaper and goes to where Tyrion's room is. She doesn't see him there and she doesn't see his effects, either - there's not even a golden hair on the pillowcase. She looks around the caves, more and more frantic, and then she realizes what has happened. The Agrii, whom she's always thought kinder and more benevolent than the Atroma they used to live under, have taken Tyrion. She knows he must go back to do great things, same as she had to, but it isn't the same. It isn't fair.
Sansa finds a place that is slightly tucked away to sit in silence. She was off cavorting in other peoples' memories and her own family has been taken from her again. She's never wanted anything more than to just be happy and it seems her life isn't where happiness will come. She hasn't seen her in years and can barely remember the sound of her voice or the tender touch of her hands but she wants her mother. Sansa knows that James needs his mother, though, so she just holds him as tight as she dares. "Not you. Never you. You'll never lose me. I'll follow you to the ends of the earth and back, little wolf." James cries a little, not wanting to be held so tightly at the moment, but Sansa doesn't care.
"I love you so much, my darling."
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Here, she doesn't have to be, but the thought of it is still terrifying. "I still can't help but be afraid it'll be you next time, or James, or even worse that I'll be taken and he won't have a mother."
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It's horrible. Sometimes it feels like it's not really different from that dingy cell in Strucker's fortress, except that time, even if she'd been lied to, she'd chosen to bear it for the sake of her people.
But none of them had a choice in this. They never seem to get a choice, the Agrii just do whatever they want to them. Wanda would take getting Vision and Tyrion and her friends back safely over revenge any day, but if she's being honest, she's not sure she'll get either.
"I don't know what will happen tomorrow, or next week, or the week after that. All I know is that we have to take care of each other because the Agrii can't or won't." Carefully, she rests a hand on Sansa's shoulder. "You both have me as long as I am here. I promise."
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Wanda can see through that, though, and she lets herself weep. It's safe to let herself go with Wanda. It's safe to be herself in this circle of her son and her sister in heart even if she isn't her sister by blood.
"I love you so much, Wanda. No matter what happens, I want you to know that."
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Fall apart even more, probably. Some days it feels like she can barely get out of bed, especially here. It's hard to find a point when they're trapped.
She holds them both a little longer, and although they don't have tea here, maybe there's something else she can do. "Can I make your breakfast? You need to keep your strength up."
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Sansa doesn't want her milk to dry up because she's simply stopped eating. She knows that's a possibility.