awooooooo werewolves of milton

[friendsfordinner]

Who: open to all, with a special focus on #TeamMoonTouched
What: let's all get together and be a proper pack
When: forward dated slightly to late January/early February
Where: Milton, in and around the church to start with.
Content Warnings: n/a, will edit as needed

The day after the storm clears out, Hickey tacks up a note on the community hall message board. Ever since Raylan mentioned the idea of all those wolf-changed getting together to form a pack, to take down a deer or a moose in a communal hunt, it hasn't left Hickey's mind. There's at least four of them here, probably more. That's enough. They could absolutely take down a moose. They just need to get to know each other, figure each other out, and become more in-touch as a pack. Easy enough, yeah?

So he puts up his notice. And the evening of the meeting, Hickey gets his little soiree set up. He does have food: rabbit jerky, a few jars of pickled vegetables, bottles of water and a bottle of pine wine, all set out on a table he dragged out and placed near the pews. (He's a good host, dammit). The set-up is very informal: it's a place where everybody can chit-chat and get to know each other at the start. Gotta make sure everyone is comfortable before he makes his proposal, after all.

( ooc: feel free to use this as a mingle post! Make your own starters and tag around. While the note on the message board is specifically tailored to the Moon Touched folks, anyone is welcome to crash the party. )

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[friendsfordinner]

As Sansa pitches her voice low, Hickey instinctively realizes this is something he should keep to himself. Which he can do. He's not going to spill a secret, not unless there's something he can get out of it. And at the moment? Keeping the fact that this weirdo girl thinks she can dream wolf a secret is a very good idea.

He doesn't question it, though. He can turn into a wolf and his husband can set people on fire with his mind. Why wouldn't Sansa and her direwolf share dreams?

"In that case, I suppose I should extend the offer of working together in a pack to you as well as Lady. Seeing through her eyes...something like that could be useful."

[clothed]

"I'm more than grateful for the invitation," Sansa replies with honesty. "I'm sure Lady is, too." It's easier when she doesn't have to lie, she thinks, or not lie in so bald-faced a manner at least. The best lies are the truth; Baelish had taught her that.

What is the custom, again? To say thanks, or to officiate an agreement between folks here? Sansa furrows her brow for a moment before she remembers— "Should we shake upon it? A— a handshake, is that what you do when you come to accords with someone?"

Sansa straightens her shoulders and holds out her hand (her left, she hopes it's the right one to offer) to Mister Hickey. "To working together."

[friendsfordinner]

"It is," Hickey says, as he offers Sansa his hand. Taking hers, he squeezes her hand lightly before giving it a hearty shake. To working together, it is.

"If there's anything we do where you're from to signify a deal, I'm up for doing that as well."

Sansa's pack now. If there's something in her world that she does to signify working together then hell: he'll do it.

[clothed]

"Where I'm from, the commonfolk bend the knee to their lords," she answers with some sheepishness. "We don't have to do anything, I don't think. I like the handshaking."

Admitting to it feels like brushing up against her true name, too. She's a lady of a great house, perhaps the last remaining trueborn Stark, and it means life or death back home. Sansa understands that the politics of her home have no place here, but perceptions are finicky things — what if a man mislikes the highborn? Takes it personally, on principle?

She's kept it secret for this long. This, too, may be a secret she'll keep from Jon. With girlish affectation, she pulls her shoulders in and looks up to Mister Hickey. "Do you know what we'll do first, after this?"

[friendsfordinner]

Bend the knee to their lord? So what, does that mean this girl's a lady? Hickey gives Sansa a once-over as he mulls this over. Because she's right: Hickey doesn't have much like for nobility, for the high and mighty. The House of Lords, the lords and ladies, even Queen Victoria herself. They never did anything for him. They never benefited him. So fuck them all.

But Sansa...if she is nobility, she's not acting like it. Here, at this meeting, hell even the times he's seen her elsewhere, she acts like a girl. Slightly silly, slightly quiet, just a normal, average girl. If she's got highborn airs, she's not showing them. And the moment she does, Hickey will ignore them.

The only hierarchy a pack needs is the leader. And he's already laid claim to that position, thank you very much.

"Immediately after this, I want us to go out as a pack. We don't have to hunt, we can just run and explore. We need to get to know each other as wolves just as much as we need to know each other as humans." He looks over at Lady, giving the wolf a little nod before, "Lady can join us as well if she wishes."