Video - Seelie/Unseelie

[teenyoda]

[The image that comes onto the lockets is an almost peaceful one. The blue sky and white fluffy clouds that bob a little from the POV of the locket. A little movement shows that that's because the transmission is clearly coming from a boat. The locket, with a little more jostling, is shown to be resting in fabric on what appears to be the deck of the boat. One might be curious as to why a transmission was coming suddenly from seemingly nowhere on a boat, but the answer shows itself soon enough in the form of one suckered tentacle flipping the locket around. If it was ever possible for an octopus to look both pissed off and surprised out of its mind, this one was doing a very good job. One of its many arms clutched at a small feather, the other limbs flopping around and smacking at the deck as the thing clearly tried to actually go somewhere. It couldn't walk to save its life and wound up rolling out of the pile of clothes, taking the locket with it.

Heavy stomps could be heard as boots came closer across the deck to the cephalopod, a shadow coming between the sun and the locket as a large man loomed over it. "Well then. What's this? How's you get aboard, ye slippery little thing. Back to the sea with you."

A hand bent down to try to pick up the octopus and there was a flurry of lashing arms as it latched onto the man and refused to let go. Curses were spat and the man called out for a fellow sailor, but before the other man could come closer with the knife it held to free his shipmate, a third voice joined. One others might find a bit familiar. A naked seventeen year old was clutching the man's arm and looking up at him with fear and horror. It took Stiles about five second to remember about the locket and he dropped to the deck, scrambling for both his clothes and to turn the locket off.]

~*~

[It was about twenty minutes later when a red-faced Stiles showed himself on the network.]

Um, about that...

Sorry? I... have no idea what happened. One minute I was standing looking over the rails and the next... um... aha. Let's just pretend that didn't happen, okay? Okay. But, if anyone can tell me what just happened, that would be really, really helpful. Especially in making sure it doesn't happen again.

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[teenyoda]

If ifs and nuts were candy and nuts...

[He sighed and folded his arms on the table, leaning down to rest his head on it as he kept talking to his locket.]

The amount of times I've 'what if'd myself into a headache... it's not worth it, Sansa. We can't fix it. We can't change it. We have no idea of knowing and even if we did, you think it'd make what we're in any easier?

[steeledskin]

He was dead. My Lord Father. And then he lived again, here. Is that not change? Is that not something?

[ and had she been able to keep him here, perhaps the rest of her sins would be absolved. ]

ifs and BUTS... goddammit. I suck.

[teenyoda]

This isn't... I don't know, Sansa. I feel like this isn't real sometimes. Or like it doesn't count. Allison was dead too. She shouldn't have been here, especially not knowing she'd died, yet... she was. I don't get how it works, but I think it's... it's like a bubble. A bubble of something outside of how we live our lives. I don't know if we'll go back, but if we do, I don't know how much of this place will tag along with it.

i got the gist c:

[steeledskin]

It must be real.

[ if it isn't--! no. she does not want to think about it. she does not want to weep. ]

♥

[teenyoda]

I think it's real while we're here, but considering there's people we know from home coming in at different times and we don't remember that back when we were at that time... I'm inclined to think there's some weird timeline magic stuff going on here.

[steeledskin]

And yet it might sort itself out -- in the end. Can't it?

[teenyoda]

I have no idea. It's kind of one of those things we don't have a say over.

[steeledskin]

It ought to be under the purview of High Kings and High Queens. [ but perhaps that's too much to hope for. ]

[teenyoda]

I don't think they're really concerned about our happily ever after. Not with everything else they're dealing with.

[steeledskin]

[ don't worry. she isn't expecting a happily ever after anyway. those are for other girls. ]

Then someone else will have to make it their concern.

[teenyoda]

It's my concern. It's very much my concern. I just don't think I have enough... oomph to make it matter to anyone but myself.

[steeledskin]

[ she can guess what 'oomph' is. and so: ] If anyone possesses that quality, I am certain it is you.

[ dude you leak oomph out your years. ]

[teenyoda]

[Okay, there was a smile at that because Sansa was sort of sweet in her confidence in him.]

There you go, building me up again.

[steeledskin]

To build is in my blood, I fear.

[teenyoda]

Seems like. I mean, it's a good thing. Lots of people need a little boost. But, you know, so do you.

[steeledskin]

I doubt it. If anything, I am built too high: I have too much.

[ a whole city! ]

[teenyoda]

Mmm, no. Not high enough. We're gonna have to build you up just a bit more.

[Just until she stopped thinking she wasn't worth caring about.]

[steeledskin]

Until where, Stiles? Would you have me be as tall as the Wall?

[teenyoda]

Until you can say something nice about yourself and mean it?

[steeledskin]

-- I can say nice things. [ about herself? ] I swear I can.

[teenyoda]

Yeah? Say something nice about yourself. That's honest. And not about your clothes or your family or your friends.

[steeledskin]

[ i dance -- i write -- i can remember every hallway in winterfell when i shut my eyes! but are these good things or are they facts? she bides her time.

she waits.

and then she whispers: ] I can sing. And well, too.

[teenyoda]

Yeah? So can Jon. Maybe you two should do a duet some time.

[steeledskin]

I do not think--

No.

[teenyoda]

What? Why not?