Sansa did not know what to do with herself. It was a problem that she hadn't anticipated, because she had not expected her reaction when she'd been talking to Steve. Too many emotions, when he'd told her that Tyrion was either gone or close to it; and then she had started crying without even meaning to, and Sansa was not so much of a weeping woman. Not any longer. Not since Robb had been killed.
She did not wish to go back to her rooms, to the reminder that she was by and large alone here; she did not wish to see anyone, to have Klaus ask after Star, to have to put on a front for anyone, to be anyone. To be Alayne or Sansa - not her own self, but the polite, gathered woman who was both quiet and carried with her a certain gravitas. No, she just wanted to be Sansa, but she did not know if she knew who Sansa was, any long. How to be herself.
She was sitting in one of the fourth floor meeting areas, and she was largely staring at nothing - just trying to sort through her own thoughts and emotions, her eyes red-rimmed from where she'd randomly burst into tears. Her hands were knit in her lap, rubbing her hands in an entirely nervous gesture-- the skin reddened, and she was thankful that she was alone until she heard footsteps, pushing herself abruptly to her feet, reaching up to smooth her hair before Peeta rounded the corner into the alcove.
When she realised it was him, she exhaled slowly, and smiled, and she looked normal, because even when she was lost (especially, perhaps) she could pull up how she should be, and act very, very well.
She did not wish to go back to her rooms, to the reminder that she was by and large alone here; she did not wish to see anyone, to have Klaus ask after Star, to have to put on a front for anyone, to be anyone. To be Alayne or Sansa - not her own self, but the polite, gathered woman who was both quiet and carried with her a certain gravitas. No, she just wanted to be Sansa, but she did not know if she knew who Sansa was, any long. How to be herself.
She was sitting in one of the fourth floor meeting areas, and she was largely staring at nothing - just trying to sort through her own thoughts and emotions, her eyes red-rimmed from where she'd randomly burst into tears. Her hands were knit in her lap, rubbing her hands in an entirely nervous gesture-- the skin reddened, and she was thankful that she was alone until she heard footsteps, pushing herself abruptly to her feet, reaching up to smooth her hair before Peeta rounded the corner into the alcove.
When she realised it was him, she exhaled slowly, and smiled, and she looked normal, because even when she was lost (especially, perhaps) she could pull up how she should be, and act very, very well.
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Date: 2012-10-19 08:49 pm (UTC)From:"Hi. Do you mind if I join you for a little while? I wanted to practice portraits again and it's easier to draw things I'm not used to if it's quiet and I can concentrate."
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Date: 2012-10-20 10:33 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-10-20 09:31 pm (UTC)From:"You could stay, though, and pose for me so I can practice?"
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Date: 2012-10-21 04:55 am (UTC)From:She pressed her palms against her thighs, rubbing them up and down on her skirt for only a moment, for they itched, the still-red scar prickling more and more at her as a reminder, even if her movements were controlled enough not to be considered odd.
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Date: 2012-10-21 05:07 am (UTC)From:Posed portraits have their place, yes, but that's just not what Peeta wants to do. He's always had more of an appreciation for the natural and the artfully messy, so he'd rather draw Sansa and catch her in a moment that's real than something posed and Capitol-esque.
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Date: 2012-10-21 05:14 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-10-21 05:38 am (UTC)From:"I don't think anyone should be used to that but that's similar to what they did to us in the Capitol, so I didn't panic or anything."
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Date: 2012-10-29 12:56 am (UTC)From:She doesn't know why she's still talking, babbling more like, but she is. "He's called Jon," she said quietly. "Jon Snow." And she wonders then, if Jon hated her for it -- how cruel she had been.
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Date: 2012-10-29 04:44 pm (UTC)From:"My family didn't think I would survive, you know. My mother thought I was weak. Guess I proved her wrong, ending up here?"
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Date: 2012-10-31 05:25 pm (UTC)From:She smiled, small and tired-looking. "My family-- They were good. My father was the King's Hand, and I was-" And she looked away.
"You did prove her wrong," she said again, with a small nod. "And I'm glad you're here."
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Date: 2012-10-31 11:57 pm (UTC)From:There's something that bothers him about what she started to say and didn't so Peeta tips his head and works on shading in the rough outline he's started of her face and shoulders. "So what were you? Your father was the King's Hand and you were...?"
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Date: 2012-11-02 06:19 am (UTC)From:"Naive," she corrected, quietly, still looking out at nothing, her eyes flicking back to Peeta, even though she did not move. "And selfish."
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Date: 2012-11-03 01:56 am (UTC)From:He's always had a big heart, true, but before the Capitol, he used to trust and love easier than he did now. Trusting had gotten him into trouble.
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Date: 2012-11-03 05:23 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-11-03 07:00 pm (UTC)From:Steep one, yes, but rewarding. "Did you draw? Or did you do something else?"
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Date: 2012-11-04 07:02 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-11-04 04:59 pm (UTC)From:"I came from one of them when I showed up here."
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Date: 2012-11-04 08:50 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-11-05 01:37 am (UTC)From:"I was just lucky. I'm not good at fighting the way she is, I'm better with people. We work better together than we do apart."
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Date: 2012-11-08 03:39 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-11-08 05:10 pm (UTC)From:He thinks it's probably good that one of the things the Capitol has never been able to destroy in him is his faith in people, his faith that some people can still be good.
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Date: 2012-11-12 01:47 am (UTC)From:"But yes, perhaps someone I know." She says it sweetly, because she is not going to make Peeta think of her as a victim - to show weakness is to invite hurts, and Sansa has become very good at donning her armor made of pleasantries.
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Date: 2012-11-12 02:25 am (UTC)From:"Do you like it? I could finish it for you and let you have it, if you wanted."
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Date: 2012-11-13 04:03 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-11-13 05:59 pm (UTC)From:Maybe he's overstepping a little, calling her a friend, but Peeta likes her and feels strangely protective of her, even if she might not need it or ask for it.
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Date: 2012-11-16 04:01 am (UTC)From: