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[wandbreaker]

When; Saturday, January 28th, nighttime
Characters; All are welcome! Open log, just specify if it's an open thread or not or if there are 4th wall rules for your character in the comment or subject line! (4th wallers also welcome~)
Summary; The Blue Light's one chilling hangout; good music, good food, and a spectacularly crabby owner who is even letting in under-18s for the 4th Wall weekend.
Log;

Edmund is actually at work tonight - he hopes a member of his family might show up, but he's also wondering who else might show up. He's made sure that he's well staffed for the extra crowds and well stocked, no less.

He just hopes nothing gets out of control.

And of course, that a member of his family shows up, looking for him.

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[wolfinthesnow]

[He shakes his head. There is no pity for him, he made his choices, and this is where is has led him. The last of a line that reaches to the First Men, because he is the man who took the Black.]

There is no weakening in you.

[His hands curve under hers]

I am sorry I could not bend the knee, that I could not stand behind you. I wonder if your iron would have been tempered by my company.

And I am not a man who regrets much, sister.

[ferrous]

[ She had told Petyr Baelish once: I do not wish to be made of stone, Petyr. And, at the time, it had been true — but, perhaps, no longer. In her efforts to rule and rule well, Sansa has tried as best she can to set aside her personal desires. Still, they peek through from time to time (the squeeze of a brother's hand, the longing for a lover's kiss), though she is loathe to acknowledge them. ]

Temper too little and the metal will bend; too much and it grows brittle to breaking, but I am not there, lord brother, not yet. [ She straightens again, her hands remaining with his. More queenly now, less somber and more stately. ] I am glad that you do not bend a knee. With your oath, the North is kept safe. And there is none I would trust better than you, with lands so dear and so sacred.

[wolfinthesnow]

[Ghosts makes a silent motion, a sigh, wolfish and quiet]

Temper not at all and it grows cold and useless.

[But that is not her problem.]

The North will always remain, and the Wall, and the men who watch it. Although I'm sure they all wonder why the Queen's brother, bastard or no, sits and watches.

[He closes his eyes]

I miss you, sister. I miss all of us.

[Words he cannot say]

[ferrous]

[ Sansa straightens and tips her chin, defiant. She has defended the Lord Commander and his decisions in the past, and she will continue do so until her dying breath. That is a lesson that can and never will be unlearned, having been bought at such an ungainly price. ] He sits and he watches for that is his oath, and as the Queen's brother he has the Stark blood in him, so he knows the meaning of honor.

[ It is a painful word for her: honor. Sansa turns her head to one side. ] You needn't miss me, Jon. I am here; I live and breathe. I am hard but I am still your sister.

What we have lost, can never be regained. But we can endeavor not to lose one another, though the long length of the rook's wing separates us, one from the other.

[wolfinthesnow]

I will become an old man before my time, thinking of such things, but as the years grow I think back on our words.

[Winter is coming]

It means something different, now. I am becoming our father, I think.