you're not my homeland anymore

[dohaeris]

Who: sansa and her crs
What: catchall for non-event logs. mostly she wants to tell some friends her name. also for some prompts that are simply too long for the event post
When: early april, broadly. late april for sibling-based event prompts
Where: her house (or wherever windows into the world of ice and fire can be found)

Content Warnings: canon-typical violence. character warnings in her app. uhhhh spoilers for asoiaf as if her canonpoint wasn't enough


[starters in the comments I just really wanted to use the taylor swift lyrics for this]

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[retsuden]

[ Sasuke watches the tea froth around the whisk, clearly waiting for a specific look to them before he finally stop. He taps the excess liquid off of the whisk before carefully placing it to the side.

Grabbing two matcha mugs from the shelf, he places them down, pouring an equal amount of tea into each. He goes to hand one to her. ]

Drink before the leaves can settle at the bottom.

[ He has yet to meet a non-Japanese person here who has actually had matcha before, the instructions are automatic. ]

Why couldn't you wear your sigil?

[dohaeris]

[sansa accepts the mug with both hands.]

Oh, I was hiding.

[she smiles at the tip--she is new, even, to tea as a plant--and takes a careful sip. it tastes a bit like nettle tea, but with a brightness that is entirely new. she's not sure if it would be polite to ask for unoffered honey.]

Before that, I was a hostage. I had to pretend to be loyal to the king that murdered my father and our household while they waged war against my mother and brother. I got away when he was killed, but the queen regent thought I had something to do with it--as if I could ever do anything in that place. That's why she put the bounty on my head.

[she takes another sip and contemplates her next step. she told adaine a little bit about littlefinger, for context. she doesn't have any reason to tell sasuke anything about the vale.]

They had traitors murder my mother and brothers and steal our home. There was nowhere for me to go. Not for a Stark of Winterfell.

[she takes another sip of tea, and draws a breath.]

Alayne Stone's sigil was a mockingbird.

[retsuden]

[ Sasuke frowns slightly as he stares at the tea in his cup while he listens. The story is far from pleasant and he hates that such a thing had to happen to someone who has been as kind a person as Sansa.

He also knows that there's no use in feeling pity for someone for their past. It doesn't help and if anything makes him feel that much angrier about it when such a sentiment is extended his way. ]

The Uchiha sigil had two meanings. It's meant to look like a paper fan, as that's what our surname means. The red on top was also meant to symbolize fire, as it's my clan's chakra specialty, and paper fans encourage flame. [ He gives a small smile, shrugging. ] It isn't very deep, I suppose, but it's easy to recreate at least.

[ There's a beat before he has to ask: ] What's a mockingbird?

[dohaeris]

[sansa smiles faintly to hear him explain his sigil, and sips her tea. it's nice that it has a story. she had never bothered to wonder why they were wolves. she knows some of the newer houses do have stories behind their sigils, and wonders if the starks' was simply lost to time. there was no bran the signpainter or bran the bannermaker; perhaps one of the queens of winter had chosen it.

she never actually saw a mockingbird, in the vale or otherwise. her tone is a little mocking itself.]

It's a little bird that mimics the calls of other birds. I suppose it's fitting.

[littlefinger made it fit her. he was the one who got them sent to king's landing in the first place, where she had to become a liar. she sips her tea and sighs.]

Alayne Stone wasn't just a well-mannered dressmaker from the Vale--I wish she was. A man was hiding me, and I had to pretend to be his daughter. He was very proud of how he could lie to everyone. The mockingbird was his sigil. He chose it himself. It was like he wanted to tell everybody he couldn't be trusted, and then make them trust him anyway, with their money or their land. I suppose it made him feel clever.

[she takes another, sullen sip of tea.]