[log] Family Reunion [closed]

[kingofthenorth]

Characters: Robb Stark, Sansa Stark
Location Building 102
Date: Day 6, evening and day 7
Summary: Robb & Sansa meet!
Warnings: So many Stark feels.


The sun was getting dangerously low above the horizon, and Robb picked up his pace, moving faster with each step. He needed to find a house and quickly, as he now started to mentally berate himself for taking so long. Even Grey Wind seemed perturbed, but that might be more out of lack of hunting prospects than anything else.

With each continuing step, it felt as if the outside was becoming colder and more caustic to living conditions and Robb could feel a deep coldness and panic starting to set in his bones and core. What if he didn't find anything?

His lips were chapped, cheeks pink due to the wind and cold, and even the limited amount of things he carried upon himself were growing heavy. This armor was getting heavy, but it was the only thing keeping him warm as he moved.

And there it was just in the distance, an outline of a house. "C'mon, we're almost there." Robb spoke to the direwolf, encouraging him to pick up his pace just in this short distance. Closer and closer he moved, breath coming in shorter pants as he pushed one foot in front of the other through the thick snow until he heavy-handedly opened the door followed Grey Wind inside, and slammed it shut with his back against it.

Comments

omg, slowest ever and i am so sorry

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She had made it the day before, and chose not to move from the house-- more upon Robb's insistence. Sansa would be safer indoors, waiting for him. But that did not mean that the day was any easier for her. Still only dressed in the simple dress to present herself to the Lord's Declarant, she felt it not good enough. Her nerves spiked and most of the day, she tried to make herself presentable.

It was silly, foolish. It reminded her of her days spent worrying about her dresses. She was still afforded the same privilege in the Vale, but it was still different. She had changed, seeing the world in a much different light. But in this land her brother was still alive. And when she thought of it, she would smile so wide a laugh would escape. It was a foreign sound to her, long forgetting would could make such a noise.

When he told her that he would be coming some time closer to the evening, she had searched the place for blankets, using what she could to try and heat him more. What she had was meager, just a pillowcase she used as a bag, carrying what she could find.

But when the door suddenly opened, Sansa turned from her position on the couch. Immediately her heart froze when she stood. She made no motion for a beat of a second, eyes fluttering over him. It was true. There he stood in front of him, older than she remembered, but ever the king she had always wanted to greet her.

"Robb...," she whispered out, trying to already hold back the tears. It could not be, but it was. By whatever magic this place had, the dead were living and here and now she gained something she thought she never could again.

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He was so cold, it even seemed his brain was delayed to the realization it was Sansa right before him. Sansa, his eldest sister and other than Theon or Jon, the one he was closest to.

"Sansa--" His voice croaked out, vocal cord cold and his muscles weak. Perhaps it was the Stark blood in him keeping him moving, but even he had to admit he was broken down from the limited food and lack of hunting. However, his legs move him forward now almost on their own accord, faster with each step until his arms, heavy in the armor, wrap around her tightly. Grey Wind whined next to them, wagging his tail anxiously excited for the reunion.

Time had aged them both, that was clear on the screens of the metal squares he learned are called tablets, but physically having her in his arms before him proved it was no illusion.

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She, too, was moving quickly toward him. He caught her quickly, and she pressed herself against his armor. It felt strange to hug him, bulky. But it was not necessarily a shock. Only a heart wrenching reminder of where he came from. Her winter cloak was lighter, but still warm. They move easily when she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled herself in close.

It was hard to believe that this was happening. Not only did she have a part of her family here, but she had her brother Robb, probably the only sibling she was truly close to.

"How--?" It was the only thing she could even get out of her mouth, confused at how he came to be there, finally accepting that he was there. This wasn't a trick.

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"I dunno." It was strangely the truth. The last thing he remembered was a bloodbath before him, screams and the pouring of exposed guts and blood to the floor. If he closed his eyes for a length of time, he could feel the blades embed into his own flesh.

"Is anyone else here? Arya? Jon?" Ever since he figured out Sansa's identity, he's searched closely for anything familiar, but nothing had seemed as such.

Craning his head down, he places a kiss to Sansa's forehead before pulling away slightly to see her better in the dim light. "Will you forgive me for not reaching you in King's Landing?" Did she know his fate? He swallowed nervously, both wanting and not wanting to hear her reply.

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She kept her eyes on him, still questioning how this could happen. Neither one of them seemed to have any answers, though no one seemed to have them here. People were just taken, brought to this snowy wasteland. Already some people had died, and Sansa questioned every move she made. But he separated from her, and questioned her about who else was there. Her eyes looked down to the ground, and she shook her head slowly. She, too, had found no one-- for better or for worse.

"It is just you and I," she told him. She expected Petyr, and still frightened to see at Goldcloak at every turn, Sansa feared the Lannisters were there as well. But if they were, they had not used the strange device.

And then he breaks her heart even more, asking for forgiveness that is unneeded. Her hand swiftly catches his, long and delicate fingers squeezing his gloved hand. There was no need for that. "I do not blame you." She looked on, brows furrowed deeply with concern. It was clear she had known. "They were traitors, and they will pay for what they did."

At the very least that was what Petyr was for. She may still be young and niave, but she was not a little girl any more. All she wished for was to have the North again. If she could not have her family, she hopes for Winterfell. The thought seemed so far off though, especially being stuck here, and even saying that revealed more than she had in some time. It was hard to stay poised in this moment though.

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Robb nods silently, both at her reply of not finding anyone else here and from her encouraging words. It was what he needed to hear after fearing that she would blame him for not making it to King's Landing, to seek fault with his actions at the Twins. However, if the gods permitted him to do it all over again, he wouldn't change his actions.

Their mindset was the same; the only thing Robb ever wanted was to return to Winterfell and stay in the north with the rest of his family safe. Deep within him, he desired to say as much to Sansa, but the look in her eyes spoke the same words.

Robb lingers, staying near and in the same position, "We will stay together, now, and survive together." The advantage they had, at least, was having Grey Wind with them.

did you want to fast forward to the nightmares, etc?

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It felt so strange to think of things like that. All she had had was Petyr, and it was often hard to trust him when he operated flawlessly as Littlefinger. That was not to say she did not listen to him. Petyr offered her many things, things she would need to survive.

But to have someone on her side again, family, it left her breathless again. She squeezed him again, reiterating that he was there for true. "I am glad you here, Robb," she told him.

sure!

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Within the next hour, Robb managed to make a fire with the flint he had stored in a pocket of his armor and a piece of wood he had found some time ago. Once the fire lit up the room and some heat could be felt, he peeled off the armor, pleased to be ridding himself of the weight and remaining in the leather clothes he wore underneath.

"Are you warm enough?" He was offering her his cloak he wore all this time, noticing she didn't have as many layers. It made sense, given she spent more time in the south than him, making him grow concerned in this environment. He had also managed to find a tattered scarf and offered it to her as well.

They spent some time catching up on stories since they last met, eventually falling asleep next to each other and Grey Wind close by.

The next day, Robb had learned that King Joffery had been killed (they say by poison, not by blade) and Sansa learned Robb had taken a wife. Both spared details in their own right, but what wasn't a family that didn't keep secrets from each other?

Throughout the day, after looking at the tablets together and figuring them out, strange glitches seemed to be happening. Moving picture posts didn't seem to be working properly. The words were difficult to understand and the images would cut in and out. Robb eventually grew frustrated at his and pulled his armor back on to explore outside in hopes to hunt. With promises of Sansa staying put and leaving her with the one knife he had, he took Grey Wind with him.

And hour or two passes, and he declared the day a bust as the sun began to set. When he returned back to the house, he finds Sansa looking upset and the tablets still acting strangely.

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It was an ease to her senses to have him near, though it by no means made this place any easier. If anything she only worried for him more. If he were to be here, she would not have him die again, to lose him again. Of course their reunion was bittersweet, and there was still so much neither of them knew. She could not yet tell him of what she truly has gone through.

Instead she wanted to try and help in any way she could. She was no longer the pampered first daughter of the Warden of the North. Sansa still held every elegance, standing rigid with her hands in front of her, but Robb insisted that she not go out with him, and for once she heeded his words.

She was certainly prepared for the cold, the winter already settling over the Vale by the time she was taken to this place. Her cloak was warm and her dress was one of her aunt's thicker ones (though it bore no Tully colors so she did not upset the Lord's Declarant).

But after he left, there was something else that settled on her. The devices began screaming during the afternoon, and no matter what Sansa could do all she heard was Sweetrobert crying, swearing he heard Marrillion. There is nothing she can do, and she tries turning the device off. Sansa even tries to bury it under pillows, but it continues.

Eventually she thinks herself back in the Vale, and by the time Robb returns, she's at his chest already. "Please make it stop," she pleaded with him. "The singer was supposed to be in the sky cells. Petyr said--"

Sansa cut herself off before straightening. This isn't real. She isn't in the Eyrie, but no matter how much she tries to think herself through this, all she hears is the same noise Sweetrobin must have heard. His cries have stopped, but the noise persists.

"Please, I will tell you the truth. I will tell you what happened to Aunt Lysa, just make it stop."

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The moment when Robb entered the house, he heard the shrieking. Even Grey Wind started growling with the fur standing up on his back, unknown what the problem was. Before Robb could say anything, Sansa was clearly frantic, rushing towards him and speaking to him of things that hadn't made sense.

"Sansa--" He takes hold her shoulders, brows knitted in confusion, and glancing over her head to try and see where that horrid noise is coming from. "What is that?" She spoke of their aunt, and he grew even more confused.

"What about her?" But he steps away, a gloved hand lingering in hers as he approached the tablet under pillows. Grey Wind's teeth were bared, gums showing as Robb bent over to push away a pillow to see the screen, revealing something moving and screaming on screen.

Robb stood in horror for a moment before grabbing the tablet and his and dashed to another room, throwing them in there, and closing it.