Lovely bird...

((A roleplay blog for Sansa Stark, from the Song of Ice and Fire series. An AU of BOOK continuity, so she is fourteen years old. Will play with any fandom, prose threads preferred, come say hi!))

[tofindthesun-archive]

prettybirdsansa replied to your post:The door to the apartment wasn’t locked, but it…

Sansa adjusts her costume ears and twists the doorknob, slowly as to be as silent as possible.

Legolas was curled up on the couch, his curls still slightly damp from his shower and is legs covered by a blanket as he watched the spooky movie on the television. “I can hear you, you know. You did a better job of sneaking earlier.”

[prettybirdsansa]

"You’re no fun at all, you know that?" She stepped in properly and closed the door, then ran to pounce on her brother. “Grrrrr!”

[tofindthesun-archive]

He was pleased to hear Sansa’s voice, thrilled to see his little sister. “I am plenty of fun. Elvish hearing is not something I can help.” He looked over his shoulder, flashing her a wide grin. He caught her easily as she pounced, laughing as he did. “Someone’s energetic today. How much candy have you eaten?”

[prettybirdsansa]

"No candy, only the flesh of my hapless victims!" She pretended to lunge for his throat, then giggled and threw her arms around his neck instead. "And a few pieces of candy. Maybe. That's the point of the holiday, isn't it?"

[prettybirdsansa]

((would like you all to know that this tag happened on personal. CONFIRMED. CON. FIRMED.))

[tofindthesun-archive]

prettybirdsansa replied to your post:The door to the apartment wasn’t locked, but it…

Sansa adjusts her costume ears and twists the doorknob, slowly as to be as silent as possible.

Legolas was curled up on the couch, his curls still slightly damp from his shower and is legs covered by a blanket as he watched the spooky movie on the television. “I can hear you, you know. You did a better job of sneaking earlier.”

[prettybirdsansa]

"You're no fun at all, you know that?" She stepped in properly and closed the door, then ran to pounce on her brother. "Grrrrr!"

[daughterofjeweledstars]

prettybirdsansa started following you

[daughterofjeweledstars]

Miranel had been trying to find the toy bear that she wanted to fight Mornernil’s toy dog with. She was not prepared for the pretty girl who came wandering into Morn’s room. She jumped, peering up at the stranger with the hair almost not quite like Uncle-Nephew Maedhros’ and picked up the nearest toy (a Grover plush) defensively.

[prettybirdsansa]

Sansa gasped theatrically, and dropped into a crouch so she wasn’t looming quite so far above the little one. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you!” She smiled and reached up to tuck her hair back, careful of the fluffy gray ears clipped above her own. Her wolf-costume wasn’t that scary, was it? “I was just looking for Morn. Have you seen him?”

[daughterofjeweledstars]

Míranel carefully adjusted her cat-ears hat and considered this newcomer with a grave amount of suspicion as to why she would be looking for Mornernil. 

"Maybe," she answered as last, and was even polite enough to reply in english, keeping Grover infront of her just in case.

[prettybirdsansa]

"It's alright. I'm his older sister, Sansa. Maglor's daughter." Sansa shrugged a bag off of her shoulder, setting it down with a gentle thump. "I like your ears. What's your name, sweet heart?"

[neitherone-deactivated20170703]

[daughterofjeweledstars]

prettybirdsansa started following you

[daughterofjeweledstars]

Miranel had been trying to find the toy bear that she wanted to fight Mornernil’s toy dog with. She was not prepared for the pretty girl who came wandering into Morn’s room. She jumped, peering up at the stranger with the hair almost not quite like Uncle-Nephew Maedhros’ and picked up the nearest toy (a Grover plush) defensively.

[prettybirdsansa]

Sansa gasped theatrically, and dropped into a crouch so she wasn't looming quite so far above the little one. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" She smiled and reached up to tuck her hair back, careful of the fluffy gray ears clipped above her own. Her wolf-costume wasn't that scary, was it? "I was just looking for Morn. Have you seen him?"

[prettybirdsansa]

Awooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

[becausebirds]

Bird lands on a page about itself.

[inpainandregret-blog]

prettybirdsansa replied to your post: prettybirdsansa replied to your post:I…

Excellent plan. I think I might just be the same wolf I was last year.

That’s a solid plan, I’d say. Will you be staying home or going out?

[prettybirdsansa]

Going out - I think Morn might have fun, too, at least early in the evening.

[tilly3200]

[businesshag-deactivated20160606]

@god why did you allow this to happen to one of your angels

[prettybirdsansa]

I - I think so. (She sets the pen down and flexes her fingers, then wraps both hands around the cup of tea and takes a sip. She’s still got plenty of ideas, but her wrist is starting to hurt.)

Sorry about - I, um, sorry. (She’s getting better. She truly is. But he seems as flinchy as she’s been, and it’s - odd, to see from the outside.)

[flysabxr-deactivated20150507]

[ He doesn’t quite realize what she thinks at first— But he eventually manages to. Because he’s seen it before. He puts his hands together, crossing his thumbs and staring at the coffee cup.

It’s depressing to see the big changes in his personality. It’s depressing to compare who he was before and after Heisenberg’s involvement in his life. He was content and outgoing, and now he couldn’t put two sentences together. ]

   ❝ …When I was in school, I didn’t do jack. I can’t believe you’re not getting distracted. ❞

[ She is distracted now, but he wants to pretend he can’t notice what she’s thinking. He’s tired of people judging, and he’s tired of people pitying. He just wants to escape that, but he can’t fucking manage to. Not even talking to a girl that’s, like, 10. 

He’s upset and tired about that, and now he has to tell the voice inside him that keeps repeating and comparing enough so it shuts up. That he’s trying, that he’s better than he used to be, a lot of facts that the bad part of his brain just doesn’t want to keep track of. ]

[prettybirdsansa]

(That makes her smile a bit.) Literature’s the - the only one I really care for. I use that to distract from all the others.

(She might be alright with the foreign languages, if she applied herself, but she can’t see the point of learning to “speak” anything out of a book instead of from a person. She only gets by in history by pretending it’s fiction when she reads it, and then pretending of course she knows it’s reality when talking about it. Mathematics seem to jump from common sense to utter nonsense and back again, and chemistry is just nonsense bouncing around among more nonsense.)

[flysabxr-deactivated20150507]

   ❝ One is better than nothing. ❞

[ That’s not quite true, and he knows it— He always was better with alternative signatures, like woodworking. But smart people never counted those, and she looked smart. ]

   ❝ …I’m Jesse, by the way. ❞

[ They had been talking long enough to be at the point of introductions, right? ]

[prettybirdsansa]

(She smiles.) Sansa. It's nice to meet you, Jesse. (The pen comes out again, she turns the page and starts another line.) I believe everyone has something they're good at.

[prettybirdsansa]

I - I think so. (She sets the pen down and flexes her fingers, then wraps both hands around the cup of tea and takes a sip. She’s still got plenty of ideas, but her wrist is starting to hurt.)

Sorry about - I, um, sorry. (She’s getting better. She truly is. But he seems as flinchy as she’s been, and it’s - odd, to see from the outside.)

[flysabxr-deactivated20150507]

[ He doesn’t quite realize what she thinks at first— But he eventually manages to. Because he’s seen it before. He puts his hands together, crossing his thumbs and staring at the coffee cup.

It’s depressing to see the big changes in his personality. It’s depressing to compare who he was before and after Heisenberg’s involvement in his life. He was content and outgoing, and now he couldn’t put two sentences together. ]

   ❝ …When I was in school, I didn’t do jack. I can’t believe you’re not getting distracted. ❞

[ She is distracted now, but he wants to pretend he can’t notice what she’s thinking. He’s tired of people judging, and he’s tired of people pitying. He just wants to escape that, but he can’t fucking manage to. Not even talking to a girl that’s, like, 10. 

He’s upset and tired about that, and now he has to tell the voice inside him that keeps repeating and comparing enough so it shuts up. That he’s trying, that he’s better than he used to be, a lot of facts that the bad part of his brain just doesn’t want to keep track of. ]

[prettybirdsansa]

(That makes her smile a bit.) Literature's the - the only one I really care for. I use that to distract from all the others.

(She might be alright with the foreign languages, if she applied herself, but she can't see the point of learning to "speak" anything out of a book instead of from a person. She only gets by in history by pretending it's fiction when she reads it, and then pretending of course she knows it's reality when talking about it. Mathematics seem to jump from common sense to utter nonsense and back again, and chemistry is just nonsense bouncing around among more nonsense.)

[prettybirdsansa]

forcemetocare started following you

"Lyanna, no!” The half-grown pup is well-behaved and stays at Sansa’s heel, most of the time - unless she comes across an especially interesting smell like the one on this stranger’s shoes. Sansa gets a hand into her collar and tugs her close before the silly beast trips someone. “I’m so sorry-“

[xnruly-archive]

Pansy doesn’t react well to the dog, letting out a little scream and making small steps backwards.

“Justgetitaway—”

Animals were scary and not really predictable.

[prettybirdsansa]

Sansa frowns. “Lyanna, down. Down - good girl. Stay.” The husky lies on her belly, chin tucked neatly on her paws and big blue eyes looking up innocently.

Sansa steps between her dog and the woman, leash held tight in one hand. “I’m sorry - she was just curious, she truly didn’t mean any harm.”

[xnruly-archive]

[ Pansy just resists the urge of cursing— People, for some insane reason, love dogs. Everyone seems to love dogs, and she realizes now that she needs to apologize before the other person tells her about the dog’s feelings (Which she doesn’t care about. If the dog is sad she doesn’t like them, the dog’s problem.) ]

   ❝ I’m sorry, I don’t …care if it’s harmless, I just really don’t like dogs. ❞

[prettybirdsansa]

Sansa presses her lips together. To be fair, she's very not fond of cats, but it's... different, when her pup is involved. "That's... fair. She won't go near you again, I promise."

Lyanna begins to wag her tail, tired of lying here all still and quiet, and Sansa crouches to rest a hand on her head.

[prettybirdsansa]

flysabxr replied to your post:.

//TBH THAT’S THE WORST PART ABOUT WRITING PANSY

((YOU'RE GONNA MAKE THE PUPPY CRY. DO YOU WANT THAT? WANT TO MAKE A SWEET BABY PUPPY DOG CRY?))

[prettybirdsansa]

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[prettybirdsansa]

Oh! (She startles - not as badly as she might have, once, she didn’t spill her tea - but she’d gotten a little caught up in her own world.) Um - school assignment. We’re supposed to - well, we read this story, where - a lot of things went wrong. And we’re supposed to - to come up with ways that the characters could - um, could’ve fixed things.

(The minimum for the assignment is four pages. Sansa’s already far past that, and she hasn’t even gotten into how many times someone could have hit the main male character in the face.)

[flysabxr-deactivated20150507]

[ She startles and he startles, he thought he wasn’t being rough, but he apparently was, and for a second the thought of running away slips into his mind. ]

   ❝ …Hum. ❞

[ He’d never been a good student— If he left home, he’d surely wans’t gio to do schoolwork at her age.  ]

   ❝ …Nice. ❞

[prettybirdsansa]

I - I think so. (She sets the pen down and flexes her fingers, then wraps both hands around the cup of tea and takes a sip. She's still got plenty of ideas, but her wrist is starting to hurt.)

Sorry about - I, um, sorry. (She's getting better. She truly is. But he seems as flinchy as she's been, and it's - odd, to see from the outside.)

[prettybirdsansa]

forcemetocare started following you

"Lyanna, no!” The half-grown pup is well-behaved and stays at Sansa’s heel, most of the time - unless she comes across an especially interesting smell like the one on this stranger’s shoes. Sansa gets a hand into her collar and tugs her close before the silly beast trips someone. “I’m so sorry-“

[xnruly-archive]

Pansy doesn’t react well to the dog, letting out a little scream and making small steps backwards.

“Justgetitaway—”

Animals were scary and not really predictable.

[prettybirdsansa]

Sansa frowns. "Lyanna, down. Down - good girl. Stay." The husky lies on her belly, chin tucked neatly on her paws and big blue eyes looking up innocently.

Sansa steps between her dog and the woman, leash held tight in one hand. "I'm sorry - she was just curious, she truly didn't mean any harm."