august catch-all.

[reneger]

Who: jason todd & misc
What: wolfing around, tdm prompts, misc other things.
When: august - september..ish.
Where: milton, mostly.

Content Warnings: tdm warnings may apply, will add on others as needed!

Comments

go ahead and cry ( sansa ; closed )

[reneger]

( they've talked.

jason's had his arms out for sansa, he's offered her a helping hand because he knew she needed it. she needs someone to look out for her, even if he also recognizes she's damn strong on her own and would figure it out, she doesn't have to here and - he hated falling to his knees beside her after the forest talker had spoken to her. hated how much of her story she didn't need to tell for him to get it.

it's not the first, nor will it be the last, time he's heard stories of a similar vein. and he hates that too; how often some asshole thinks it's fine to take advantage of others, for whatever the hell reason they can think of to justify it. felipe thought he held all the power in his hands, because he could, legally, get away with anything. the girls in gotham have enough horror stories up their sleeves to fuck up anyone.

none of it matters currently. what matters is sansa, which is why jason remembered where she's been staying, went back to where he'd been keeping his puppy safe and a back of miscellaneous nonsense he'd needed, and brought them along with him to the cabin she's been calling home. with the pup (bitewing) curled up in an arm, idly chewing on the sleeve of his coat, he raises a hand and raps knuckles against the door.

waits for an answer, because even if no simple lock is enough to keep jason out, he can occasionally manage to use his manners. )

[clothed]

[ sansa is no stranger to living with company. she'd grown up in winterfell, her family's ancestral castle, and it bustled with a household of a hundred-strong servants alone. she had a wealth of family, from her siblings to her father's kin, and the cadet branches of her house; on name days the keep would swell in number to almost twice as many people. when winter is finally come, sansa had been taught that the keep could handle twice that if needed.

which is to say that living with the lady randvi had been in equal turns both familiar and strange. strange, because there's only two of them, each minding their own. and familiar, too, to have someone who wakes in early hours as she does, who requires sparsity similar as she does. they have similar needs that sansa doesn't feel so out of place compared to the community centre.

it's comforting. she needs some comforting.

the hour is early in the day, finding sansa preparing to break fast for the household, when a knock comes to the door. lady had recently come in, drying herself by the back door where sansa had laid out a very large carpet for her to drip melted snow onto. the direwolf doesn't alarm, only canting her head to the side in curiosity; a friend, then. hers? lady randvi's?

sansa doesn't call out, instead wipes her hands on a kitchen cloth as the kettle settles in the tabletop stove. she peers out as she cracks the door open and makes a small but pleased gasp, draws the door wider. ]

Ser Red, [ she greets him. the sun is just breaking behind him, and there's a small pup cradled in one arm. ] You— oh, you have a baby.

[ ????????? baby? ]

—I'm so sorry, please come inside. [ she all but pulls him and his little charge inside. ]

[reneger]

( ???????? baby?

confusion is written plain as day on his face as sansa yanks him inside. despite his bulk and how obvious it is that jason could refuse to move while she yanks, he offers no resistance and lets her tug him along until he's firmly inside with the door shut behind him. no need to let in extra cold air when it's already freezing out. and once he's inside, he realizes.

baby is the equivalent of puppy in this case. because he doesn't have the former, even if he is lugging around one of the latter. )

They had a few of 'em they were rehoming earlier, so I took in - Bitewing here. ( it's not the best name he could have given a dog, and the joke won't hit for anyone who isn't from his side of the multiverse, but. it's better than dog or boy, which he had been calling the puppy before he'd started gnawing on jason and everything else he keeps around. kneeling close to the ground, jason lets 'bitewing' down and onto the floor, where he gives a soft little bark and starts sniffing at the floor around jason's boots. )

Figured if I let him walk, he'd track a shitton of snow inside. ( and he is a puppy, so - ) He's not gonna make a mess, long as there aren't any leather jackets around to chew up or boots left lying around. He's got expensive tastes.

[clothed]

Well, there are Lady Randvi's leathers, but she's fastidious in keeping them clean.

[ and sansa has her own clothes, but they're light enough and do not have the same give that leather or wool might. lady herself was the same when she was younger, nipping at everything she could get her teeth onto until sansa firmly (but ever gently) taught her it doesn't befit a lady to be so chew-happy.

but... truly. why did she say baby. she knows what to call a young pup, she's a stark. wolves and hounds and other dogs are ever-present in her life. ]

Lady's dripping the kitchen space, if you might like to let... Bitewing meet her?

[ bitewing is about the size of sansa's forearm, or perhaps smaller. lady, meanwhile, is near as high as her hip at the wolf's shoulder. she must still be half-asleep, scattered across the rooms as her thoughts are. sansa's not as postured like this; her hair is simply brushed into a single braid, no smaller ones adorning the length of it. faint wisps of red frame her face, rising in the staticky coolness of the air. and her shift – what they call a dress here, though she can't say why — is loose, unfastened at the waist as to look like a very long tunic instead.

she's not wearing her chain, but it sits in a wooden bowl in the middle of the table. unworn, the small blade is more obvious for what it is. ]

I can put Bitewing in a basket. Do you want tea? I'm preparing first meal for the household.

[ she should ask why he'd come. is he in trouble? perhaps when they're seated, settled. ]

[reneger]

He's dry. If you don't mind him wandering, he's probably fine.

( what does jason know, he hasn't had a dog since he was. . . still in single digits. sparky, who was significantly smaller than bitewing here even when full grown. felt bigger, because jason was smaller.

the bag in his hand gets dropped onto the floor just inside the door, left within reach of the door in case he decides to bolt out. it's unlikely to be a problem here, but - one never knows when they'll need to make a quick exit, and jason's always prepared to run. a hand raises, loosening the scarf around his neck so it's not overheating him. eyes look in the direction he assumes is the kitchen, given the usual layout of these places, before jason - lifts his shoulders in an idle shrug. )

'm fine.

( he didn't come here to leech off of their resources. this place is hard enough to survive in without that. granted, tea is - well, tea. often easy to reuse, and even if it's watery it's still drinkable.

eyes look around the room, idly charting every exit, every window, every place anyone could possibly break in if they decided to cause trouble - and every place jason could easily break out if it became necessary. it's habit more than anything else, carried over from his days in crime alley and ingrained into him further under bruce's tutelage. )

I uh, ( lips press tight together for a moment, while he tries to - think of how to word this. ) I promised you I wouldn't let anyone get their hands on you. Remember? 's a little hard to do that from a distance, so I figured I'd check in before I found a place close by.

( he's not inviting himself into her home. )