happiness is a warm gun; open & closed.

[clothed]

Who: Sansa, others.
What: Wolftimes, Aurora Feat shenanigans, Sansa freaking out about electricity, others to be added.
When: Throughout July-August.
Where: Milton, especially around the community hall.

Content Warnings: Please see individual prompts for warnings!

[ Sansa's catch-all log for July through August, covering the events of the month/s and the aftermath of the previous ones. General and closed prompts in the comments; please hit me up on plurk (weirwood) if you'd like to plot something out! ]

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[clothed]

[ ah, that must have been the square object she had felt in the pockets earlier. she hadn't thought to empty the pockets at all, beyond pressing exploring fingers in to search for any sharp objects she might injure herself with. finding none, she thought to leave well alone what she finds; after all, it is not her garment to mind, and she mends without permission.

with some bashfulness, she ducks her head at the praise. it is nothing she hasn't heard before, but it's been some time since anyone had said a good thing about her, or for her. to her. ]

I've been mending what clothes I could find that needs it. It's the least that I could do, I don't have coin to trade for room or food; I don't want to seem ungrateful.

[ she doesn't shy from the touch to her knee, either, to her surprise. ]

I think it's still in the pockets - the left one? I hadn't taken anything out, it felt rude to do so. Do you...?

[ she offers the pocket to darling, should he want to take the paper from the garment now. ]

[readytosee]

That's very thoughtful of you, Lyanna. I'm certain the people here appreciate their things being taken care of so carefully. Supplies are limited, and we have to make good use of what we have.

[He does slip the photo out of the pocket with a relieved sigh, unfolding it to reveal the picture. His thumb passes over it briefly, and his smile turns a little sad.]

Sorry, um. Excuse me. [He clears his throat and holds it out so Sansa can see it a bit better.] My guess is that where you're from, they don't make pictures quite like these. We have machines, in my world, that can make very detailed portraits of things. Remarkable things, really.

[clothed]

[ it's a marvel, how these images are not illustrations done by hand but by devices that seemingly craft the likeness of a person onto a slip of paper. the paper itself has a worn quality, but she can tell that it had a shine to it once, impossible as that sounds — when has paper ever been smooth enough to shine under a light?

the image before her is just as confounding, just as wondrous. the sharp edges in the fields surrounding the three figures are foreign to her, as are their manner of dress, but there — the doctor darling, and what she thinks is a woman, and a second man with a stern look on his face. their features all defined, all too clear; like souls captured and held at hand.

sansa stares at it all too long, mouth slightly parted, eyes bright in their widening. ]

We have portraitures, and painters who make them, but rarely are they so skilled in their likeness of a person. I— This is truly—

[ she looks up to him with a light flush to her cheek. she has done it again; presumed of another, and thought to speak familiarly about it. ]

I apologise. I don't understand what came over me. Who are they, the man and woman who are standing with you?

[readytosee]

Nono -- [He reaches out to touch her hand lightly, trying to reassure.] Never apologize for being curious about the world around you. It's an incredible gift that not enough people have.

The woman -- oh goodness, I want to say her name was Barbara, but I can't quite remember. She left the company some years ago, wanted to spend time with her family. Admirable, really.

And the man... [Darling takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Full of emotion, which he's doing poorly to hide.] He was my best friend. For a long time. And I miss him dearly. I don't think I've ever said that out loud.