It will help rally a few of us together, at the very least. It's good, for you to remember what happened the last time we fell apart. You help keep us solid, my Lady.
[She squirms a little when Neria asks for clarification.] ... Since Moebius. Nothing has been too cruel, since then.
[ Not this time. Moebius slipped by her, a world she sees every so often in her nightmares without proper rhyme or reason, and she never knows if what she sees is true or something twisted by what she has heard.
Sansa gets her attention, and Neria reaches for her friend's hand. ]
[She almost draws away- but the lingering darkness in her mind keeps her close, threading her fingers through Neria's]
Only bits- screaming, and the name. It was dark, I think. The only thing clear is Ser Joscelin's face. [He had been by her side ever since. Had he been there before? She can't remember anymore.] I just... know it was awful.
[ It's more than Neria has. She remembers that darkness too. She remembers the blood. Some scars, she thinks, are from that time...but she remembers nothing from before, and so she cannot know. In answer, she squeezes Sansa's hand. ]
You remember more than I. It is not a blessing.
[ No, even that much is too cruel for Sansa. ]
I dream of it sometimes. But I do not know if what I see has any truth to it, or if what I see is fabricated from what I have heard...and what I fear might have occurred.
[ But she understands. It is painful. She slides a little closer until their knees meet, offering comfort in her presence. Her other hand rests atop Sansa's. ]
I am not so certain. Their trap is both curse and boon at times. I know they may not mean to harm us, not all of us, but...
[ She wonders what their purpose is, and why some have gone and some have stayed. ]
It is almost a reprieve from the troubles of our homes, if only for some time.
[Sansa does not draw back. She trusts in Neria, almost completely. Her eyes even flutter shut a moment.]
I know it is a cruelty to some. But it is a kind sort of cruelty, to me. I would rather be their pawn, than others. [Shes always been a little quick to defend the Trumps.]
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Date: 2016-08-23 01:53 am (UTC)[She squirms a little when Neria asks for clarification.] ... Since Moebius. Nothing has been too cruel, since then.
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Date: 2016-08-23 03:14 am (UTC)[ Not this time. Moebius slipped by her, a world she sees every so often in her nightmares without proper rhyme or reason, and she never knows if what she sees is true or something twisted by what she has heard.
Sansa gets her attention, and Neria reaches for her friend's hand. ]
Do you remember what happened then?
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Date: 2016-08-23 03:38 am (UTC)Only bits- screaming, and the name. It was dark, I think. The only thing clear is Ser Joscelin's face. [He had been by her side ever since. Had he been there before? She can't remember anymore.] I just... know it was awful.
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Date: 2016-08-23 04:04 am (UTC)You remember more than I. It is not a blessing.
[ No, even that much is too cruel for Sansa. ]
I dream of it sometimes. But I do not know if what I see has any truth to it, or if what I see is fabricated from what I have heard...and what I fear might have occurred.
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Date: 2016-08-23 04:18 am (UTC)I still believe the Trumps to be kind to us, to ring us here. To bring us together, like this. [To take her away from her home.]
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Date: 2016-08-23 04:31 am (UTC)[ But she understands. It is painful. She slides a little closer until their knees meet, offering comfort in her presence. Her other hand rests atop Sansa's. ]
I am not so certain. Their trap is both curse and boon at times. I know they may not mean to harm us, not all of us, but...
[ She wonders what their purpose is, and why some have gone and some have stayed. ]
It is almost a reprieve from the troubles of our homes, if only for some time.
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Date: 2016-08-23 04:44 am (UTC)I know it is a cruelty to some. But it is a kind sort of cruelty, to me. I would rather be their pawn, than others. [Shes always been a little quick to defend the Trumps.]
Even if it's only for a bit, I am greatful.