http://sansa-stark.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sansa-stark.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-10-09 11:30 am

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Sansa comes downstairs, in a long dress of black lambswool. A cloak is slung over one arm - someone's planning to go for a walk after breakfast.

She sits at Bar, orders some porridge and milk, and begins eating. As she eats, she watches the crowd. It's such habit that she doesn't notice anything new until her porridge is almost gone.

Sansa sees the Door.

A startled motion tips her glass of milk, which thunks against the bartop and spills its contents onto the floor.

"Oh." If she can speak, this means this isn't a dream. You can't speak the words you want to in dreams. "Oh."

The Door.

For a time, Sansa sits on her stool, motionless. Then she begins wiping away small, stray tears.

[identity profile] burned-them-all.livejournal.com 2006-10-09 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
That's fair. Gwen can't, for the life of her, remember this girls name either. She meets so many people in this place. She does remember embarrassing her, however.

"Well, want to tell me what's wrong?" she asks, offering a sweet smile. "Maybe, between the two of us, we can figure it out." The girl's polite and quiet. She likes that, but she doesn't like to see people sad. Especially women.

[identity profile] burned-them-all.livejournal.com 2006-10-09 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Gwen blinks, clearly confused.

"Is this not good? Most people are happy to find their door, from what I hear." As trustworthy as any random person who might ask. She may have spent six-hundred years in hell, but she doesn't have any insidious plans. Not yet, anyway.

And Sansa, being female, is safe even then.

[identity profile] burned-them-all.livejournal.com 2006-10-09 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Gwen smiles sadly herself. She knows that feeling. Both from the first time she lived, and again now.

She misses the world, as it is these days, but it's not safe for her, she knows that.

"Then you'll need to grow too. Learn to cope and handle them." She sighs, adding, "no, it's not easy. My world was unsafe, during my first lifetime, but things have changed. They're better now. All you can do is try. And survive."

[identity profile] burned-them-all.livejournal.com 2006-10-09 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Gwen's still trying to smile too. She scoots one stool closer and and dabs at the milk with the napkins that came with her breakfast.

"As long as it's 'try or-' not 'and'." She says, glancing up from the spill. "Just don't let anyone force you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

[identity profile] burned-them-all.livejournal.com 2006-10-09 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Luckily Gwen knows nothing about that old saying. So we'll say nothing about it. She doesn't seem to be crying so much anymore, anyway.

"That's good." Gwen realizes there's something the girl isn't saying, but she's not going to press the matter. She doesn't talk about her own past readily. She couldn't expect it of anyone else.

"Can I get you another glass?" Why not? She's not exactly keeping up with her tab anyway.

[identity profile] burned-them-all.livejournal.com 2006-10-09 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Gwen blinks a couple times, then laughs, but the sound is a little empty. "Something like that. My name is Gwendolyn. I am from Earth, and if I find such a man, I will be sorry that we cannot be together."

She's being a little more honest than usual.

[identity profile] burned-them-all.livejournal.com 2006-10-09 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Gwen smiles, considering her response.

"No, they had not. I was too lower-class, and none had taken an interest in me. It would not have been worth their while," she explains. "It's not done on Earth now. Not most places. But it was then."

[identity profile] burned-them-all.livejournal.com 2006-10-09 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, your world, from what little you've told me, sounds very much like what I remember- so long ago."

"But," Gwen tilts her head at the last comment, concerned. "Why is that, dear?"

[identity profile] burned-them-all.livejournal.com 2006-10-09 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have lived in Earth's past and present," Gwen explains. Probably doesn't clear much up, but that's her story and she's sticking to it.

She nods at the latter. "I am sorry to hear that. I admit, I don't follow completely, but I wish you luck."

[identity profile] burned-them-all.livejournal.com 2006-10-09 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Gwen almost smiles at the implied question. "More fortunate, I think, to have never lived then." Then she adds, with a dismissive shrug, "I did not live long, after all."

"But do not fret, my dear. We can't all be strong always."

[identity profile] burned-them-all.livejournal.com 2006-10-09 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Gwen chuckles. "I walk with the living back on Earth as well, which is unheard of," Gwen answers. "And so this place is not the cause."

Gwen pushes her plate away and asks for a soda, then nods. "You'll do well. You're clever."

[identity profile] burned-them-all.livejournal.com 2006-10-09 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a long story, one I'd rather not get into." Honest and blunt.

"But sometimes clever is knowing when not to be, or what not to say?" Gwen suggests.

[identity profile] burned-them-all.livejournal.com 2006-10-09 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Nodding, Gwen says, "Well, work on that then, and if you ever need anything, just ask. I don't know much about thrones or politics, but I have a few other abilities that might serve well, should it come to it."