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Did you do it?

[He crossed his arms, leaning on the table and looking down at the locket like he could actually see her.]

[ her voice is even. more steady, perhaps, than it has ever been in the brief wavering moments she's touched upon serious matters as alayne stone. ]

No. [ but i know who did. ] But I did not mourn him either. Only he is the king who lives again in the Unseelie court and if he learned...

He cared very little for me even before he died. [ she speaks with tact and care. skimming the very edge of a much darker depth. ]

So screw them. There's nothing they can do to you here, Sansa. And if they try... well, that's why you have friends. They'd have to make it into the castle to do anything to you first, and we'd do more than send them packing.

[He can hear the tone change and he frowns more.]

What's his name?

[Oh, look at that. Just him being curious. Tra la la.]

What will you do if I tell you?

[ it's hardly a secret; joff himself is a loud-mouthed boy who is quick to claim his crown over the lockets. but she will not hand the name over so readily only to see stiles raise a banner to her quiet cause. ]

Nothing.

[PFFF. RIGHT.]

I'm better at lying than you are. [ a soft sigh; how dreadful a thing to say. she shouldn't have said it. and so to assuage her conscience: ] Joffrey. His name is Joffrey. And he claims to be of the House Baratheon.

Hey, I am a fabulous liar. When it matters.

[Rude, Sansa. He thought you guys were friends.]

Joffrey. Joffrey. Huh. Not familiar. I'll have to go find a way to acquaint myself.

[Translation: Joffrey might wind up covered head to foot in black and pink striped fur.]

Please. Stiles. I beg of you.

[ this is why she'd chosen to conduct the conversation in this fashion: he did not have to see the welling tears in her eyes. or the shiver in her bones. all he has to contend with is the quiver in her voice. the desperation. ] Joffrey is cruel and...and monstrous. Please -- please -- do not anger him. His family has taken vengeance enough upon mine. He needs no more motivation.

Sansa, I promise that if I piss him off, it'll be on my own and there'll be no mention of you. I just want to see what he's like and if he needs a time out.

If that's all you want to know...Stiles -- I can tell you how he is. Please.

No, you'll tell me what you want me to hear to keep me from finding out myself. Look, I'm not going to go up to him and punch him in the face or anything. I'll just do some snooping in the messages. He might have shown his ass there.

[ she shakes her head; it's unseen by all except the too-perfect mirror glass. one tear already drips off her chin. another soon follows. revealing herself by this degree is like raking her soul across coals. it's a painful experience. ]

He can be so charming. At first. [ a warning. ] He will play the gallant when he wants to.

Yeah, well, I'm used to jerks that try to play at being charmers. There's at least one of them here. And in case I haven't told you lately to stay away from Peter, stay the hell away from Peter. He's got his Alpha powers back and he can turn werewolves again.

[ peter. werewolves. her heart is still thundering-reeling-aching from the mere mention of joffrey; it takes her a moment to catch up to this new conversation.

breathless: ] A-alpha powers?

Remember how I told you he was a werewolf? Yeah, well, apparently the dumb fairies here made him an alpha again. That means if he bites someone, they can turn into a werewolf. Not good, okay?

...Is it so bad? To be a wolf?

[ this ground is shaky. sansa does not always have the dearest grip upon the separation of metaphor and reality. and she has just confessed to being one: a wolf. though unlike her two siblings, she doesn't stride about with an animal at her side. ]

It's not a wolf, Sansa. It's a werewolf. They're... out of control and you have to learn how to not hurt others. You could accidentally kill someone. And you'd be part of Peter's pack, which is a very bad thing.

[ the lone wolf dies; the pack survives. but, of course, sansa has a pack. she is a stark -- of winterfell. and she can feel the pride already burgeoning in her chest each new moment stiles remembers to use her proper name.

such a long time coming, this. ]

Is it a very large park?

God, I hope not. He's alone here and I hope he stays that way. I mean it, Sansa. Don't even think about it. Or I'll tell Jon.

[He totally would.]

I'm not thinking of anything. [ a soft sound. a released breath. ] I have my...pack. I have my -- ah -- Alpha. Or I think I do. He hasn't...

[ she hasn't heard from her father; she worries. ] Perhaps Jon has told you. My family's sigil is a wolf. A direwolf, like Ghost. Like Nymeria.

Yeah, he mentioned. We talked about it when I asked how he got Ghost. And good. That you have your own pack. I have mine, too. Not that they're here.

[Nope. Just Lydia. He'd lost Allison (again) and Isaac and Derek and Scott. Scotty. He missed his bro.]

Just... don't listen to anything Peter says. If he ever tries to get a hold of you, just hang up. I don't care if it's rude, just do it. He'll say things and try to get into your head. He's a lying jerk.

I swear it. I promise I will. Provided... [ her mind races. her pulse rushes. dare she exact an ultimatum from a friend? sansa has no desire to seek out nor to speak to this peter. but in the words of another petyr, she's found what motivates stiles.

she wonders if she knows how to move him. ] Provided you do the same. Ignore Joffrey. He's just as you've said -- unimportant, with no title here. Forget about him. I know I try to.

[Evil. She's evil. But he's used to that kind of evil and he makes his own alterations to that.]

As long as he leaves you and the rest of your family alone, I will. But hey, if he starts something... I fully intend to finish it.

Mine isn't the interference worth your concern. Arya, on the other hand -- [ a gentle cluck of her tongue. ] My sister does not understand restraint. Hardly seven days pass without her threatening to ride out and stick her Needle into King Joffrey's heart. If his wrath falls again upon our family's head, I swear it will be because she courted it.

[He had to laugh a little at that. Yeah, Arya certainly had a mouth. And all the courage of a girl and boy her age. He liked that about her.]

If Joffrey tries anything, I'm sure we can find a way to send him running back with his tail between his legs.

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PARK? pack. obviously i meant pack.

>> Paaaaaack

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