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eachdraidh2014-08-04 10:18 am
steeledskin) wrote in eachdraidh2014-08-04 10:18 am
(fourth lemon cake) voice ✧ open to both courts
Fellow Shardholders. [ of either court! ]
I would speak to a man of law -- should any find himself amid our numbers. [ such a profession is unknown to her, but stiles has explained some occupations and tenets of his world and this one in particular piques her interest. sansa stark could make use of such a man who might be bound by her confidentiality. of course, she does not quite understand the ins and outs of the arrangement.
but that's why she asks today: to learn; to plan; to piece together little patches of her defence. ] Anyone who would call themselves lawyer. I would speak with you. That is the word for it, yes? [ lawyer. ] My apologies if I've gotten it wrong; I'm only a simple girl and I am unwise in these matters. I want to learn about the things that are mysteries to me.
[ like whether a lawyer's strange binding powers of argumentation would even apply in these lands. once her conversations are finished, she snaps the locket shut and can be found in the library -- where she organizes books she doesn't care to read, because the practise soothes her and distracts her mind from its darker thoughts. or else come the evening she sits in her chambers, and allies of hers are welcome to stop and knock. ]
I would speak to a man of law -- should any find himself amid our numbers. [ such a profession is unknown to her, but stiles has explained some occupations and tenets of his world and this one in particular piques her interest. sansa stark could make use of such a man who might be bound by her confidentiality. of course, she does not quite understand the ins and outs of the arrangement.
but that's why she asks today: to learn; to plan; to piece together little patches of her defence. ] Anyone who would call themselves lawyer. I would speak with you. That is the word for it, yes? [ lawyer. ] My apologies if I've gotten it wrong; I'm only a simple girl and I am unwise in these matters. I want to learn about the things that are mysteries to me.
[ like whether a lawyer's strange binding powers of argumentation would even apply in these lands. once her conversations are finished, she snaps the locket shut and can be found in the library -- where she organizes books she doesn't care to read, because the practise soothes her and distracts her mind from its darker thoughts. or else come the evening she sits in her chambers, and allies of hers are welcome to stop and knock. ]
no subject
It seems rather unfair of him in retrospect.
He is curious, though - and maybe a tiny bit shy for all his hard-won confidence from the Wall. She'd told him Alayne is nothing like you, once, and he hadn't known what to make of it, then or now. Was it an insult? A compliment? An apology? A criticism? "What sort of things about me?"
IT'S SO OKAY i do it all the time.
She would not begrudge him his preferences. Indeed, it was already a hard fact in her heart: Jon Snow loved Arya Stark more than he might ever love his other sister. And Sansa had learned to trust in and depend upon and crave her brother's support despite this truth. She did not need all his love to trust him. She only needed a little sliver; a little sliver of love would do.
"My one brother remaining to me. Alayne had no brothers, but Sansa had so many. I missed you. I wanted to be brave like you."
Bastard brave.