[if the concept of fashionably late exists in westeros, it almost certainly hasn't made it much farther north than sunspear. in any case sansa has a very special present that should probably be handed over before the party gets going in earnest. so she arrives precisely on time, and her entrance is not as dramatic as it could be. littlefinger would probably not approve, but she doesn't care very much anymore.
the skeletons strike fear in her heart and stir anger in her belly, but none of it shows on her face as she hands her shawl to the skeletal valet. alayne stone thinks the white walkers are only a story. alayne stone has no unburied dead. it feels a little like breaking her promise from the catacombs, but she reasons it's all right to be alayne stone in the service of house stark. in any case making a fuss will not put the dead back in the resting places they were left in.
beneath her shawl is a dress inspired partially by margaery tyrell but mostly by her quiet rage. she could never entirely work out how margaery's brocade bodices hung exactly, so she made do with leather pauldron-like caps over a black cotton bodice with a plunging neckline and sleeves that puff gently at her shoulders and twist tightly closed above her elbows. she's padded out the rest of her shoulders with raven feathers and black leather feather shapes, edged in steel and pale bloodstone beads, trailing down slightly lower on her right side, from which silver-and-charcoal weirwood leaves fall. shadowy direwolves barely sketched peek out from her collar and around her sleeves, and the high-low skirt piles in back to form a slight bustle, with a grey petticoat covered in silvery velvet scales and scale mail pieces grazes her boots. for once her hair is only half up, gently twisted back and tied with one of the leather feather pieces hanging down over the resultant ponytail. it has not been smoothed back with water and pulled tightly in order to appear darker, but blazingly, defiantly red. and of course there is the small black batkitten held close to her neck with its customary needle necklace.
lady has a matching collar studded with the black leather pieces and silver mail scales. in her mouth she holds a leather strap secured to two boxes containing two dozen cupcakes in every flavor sansa could find. she is not entirely sure kaworu managed to get paul to bake his favorite kind of cake.
she does not relinquish her black embossed satchel to the valet skeleton, either. she still has another surprise up her sleeve.
(other people are welcome to greet sansa once the batcat has been delivered!! any other responses will be assumed to take place after paul's.)]
ii. tequila sunrise (open, cw teen drinking)
[after much pleading sansa was able to get the tequila shot skeleton to mix hers with juice. it's not lemonsweet, but it's better than choking on spirits, which is almost certainly what she would have done without it.
distilled spirits are known but rare in westeros, and sansa is determined to keep her head at this party. she sips the juice carefully, which is not hard as it doesn't taste very good. nevertheless she is used only to beer and wine and finds herself a little more tipsy than she intended (and perhaps a little more honest). she rolls her eyes at whoever's nearest and friendliest.]
I don't know what I have to do to get someone to ask me to dance.
iii. 'investigating' (open)
[sansa has kept her eyes wide open in this house of unburied dead. she's noticed the lock on one door only and the skeletons lurking upstairs. if she catches you poking around, she might sidle up to you, doing her very best to project an aura of mild, amused, gossipy interest (which thanks to her paleblood is actually quite effective.)]
Did you find anything very exciting?
iv. the dog at the party (open)
[lady's ears are flat. there is a miasma of odd magic, and all the old bones smell wrong. still, she is nothing if not a polite guest, and can be found under tables, sometimes gnawing at an apple or other piece of fruit, and she is very much open to pets (unless it looks like you are going to steal her snack).]
sansa stark (alayne stone) | asoiaf
[if the concept of fashionably late exists in westeros, it almost certainly hasn't made it much farther north than sunspear. in any case sansa has a very special present that should probably be handed over before the party gets going in earnest. so she arrives precisely on time, and her entrance is not as dramatic as it could be. littlefinger would probably not approve, but she doesn't care very much anymore.
the skeletons strike fear in her heart and stir anger in her belly, but none of it shows on her face as she hands her shawl to the skeletal valet. alayne stone thinks the white walkers are only a story. alayne stone has no unburied dead. it feels a little like breaking her promise from the catacombs, but she reasons it's all right to be alayne stone in the service of house stark. in any case making a fuss will not put the dead back in the resting places they were left in.
beneath her shawl is a dress inspired partially by margaery tyrell but mostly by her quiet rage. she could never entirely work out how margaery's brocade bodices hung exactly, so she made do with leather pauldron-like caps over a black cotton bodice with a plunging neckline and sleeves that puff gently at her shoulders and twist tightly closed above her elbows. she's padded out the rest of her shoulders with raven feathers and black leather feather shapes, edged in steel and pale bloodstone beads, trailing down slightly lower on her right side, from which silver-and-charcoal weirwood leaves fall. shadowy direwolves barely sketched peek out from her collar and around her sleeves, and the high-low skirt piles in back to form a slight bustle, with a grey petticoat covered in silvery velvet scales and scale mail pieces grazes her boots. for once her hair is only half up, gently twisted back and tied with one of the leather feather pieces hanging down over the resultant ponytail. it has not been smoothed back with water and pulled tightly in order to appear darker, but blazingly, defiantly red. and of course there is the small black batkitten held close to her neck with its customary needle necklace.
lady has a matching collar studded with the black leather pieces and silver mail scales. in her mouth she holds a leather strap secured to two boxes containing two dozen cupcakes in every flavor sansa could find. she is not entirely sure kaworu managed to get paul to bake his favorite kind of cake.
she does not relinquish her black embossed satchel to the valet skeleton, either. she still has another surprise up her sleeve.
(other people are welcome to greet sansa once the batcat has been delivered!! any other responses will be assumed to take place after paul's.)]
ii. tequila sunrise (open, cw teen drinking)
[after much pleading sansa was able to get the tequila shot skeleton to mix hers with juice. it's not lemonsweet, but it's better than choking on spirits, which is almost certainly what she would have done without it.
distilled spirits are known but rare in westeros, and sansa is determined to keep her head at this party. she sips the juice carefully, which is not hard as it doesn't taste very good. nevertheless she is used only to beer and wine and finds herself a little more tipsy than she intended (and perhaps a little more honest). she rolls her eyes at whoever's nearest and friendliest.]
I don't know what I have to do to get someone to ask me to dance.
iii. 'investigating' (open)
[sansa has kept her eyes wide open in this house of unburied dead. she's noticed the lock on one door only and the skeletons lurking upstairs. if she catches you poking around, she might sidle up to you, doing her very best to project an aura of mild, amused, gossipy interest (which thanks to her paleblood is actually quite effective.)]
Did you find anything very exciting?
iv. the dog at the party (open)
[lady's ears are flat. there is a miasma of odd magic, and all the old bones smell wrong. still, she is nothing if not a polite guest, and can be found under tables, sometimes gnawing at an apple or other piece of fruit, and she is very much open to pets (unless it looks like you are going to steal her snack).]