[There's an awful lot of information being left out here, Rosalind knows. She can hear the gaps in her story, and she wonders what information fills them. Who was Joffrey marrying, then? And what had this Ramsay done, that he deserved such a fate?
(He did deserve it, she has no doubt. Cold Sansa might be, but sadistic she is not).
Rosalind watches her for a few more seconds, speculating privately, before saying:]
. . . one was shot. Of mine, I mean. He took a bullet to the face, though it was not at my hand, to my eternal disappointment. I would have dearly liked to be the one to slaughter Jeremiah Fink. And the other . . .
[She smiles faintly.]
A massive drill. Right--
[She slides her fingers under her ribcage, just above her stomach. Oh, yes. Comstock had died horribly, gurgling and choking on his own blood, gasping his shock as he'd reached up towards the people whose lives he'd destroyed.]
I've been told revenge brings no relief, but I found it quite satisfying. And if either of them wake, I'm more than ready to revisit their deaths upon them.
[ there is understanding in her eyes as she looks at Rosalind, understanding that one can only have after experiencing the same thing, knowing just how it feels, to know that a monster is gone and will never again hurt you or your loved ones. ]
... I wish it had been me who killed Joffrey. Queen Cersei, Joffrey's mother, she blamed me for it, but it hadn't been me. I never saw him die, either... I fled before that.
[ then, she falls silent, until: ] Ramsay did wake. And if he ever hurts my family again, I'll make sure there's nothing left of him to come back, this time. [ this time, yes. which is about the closest one will get to the admission that it was her who killed him the first time. ]
[ then, quieter, said with one breath: ] Ocelot will teach me how to shoot. Please, don't tell anyone, I know my brothers wouldn't approve, and I can't risk Ramsay finding out.
I'm not your mother, Sansa. And even if I was, I should hope you'd realize by now I'm most certainly not against a woman seeking vengeance on a man who deserves it.
I shan't tell anyone, but don't do this recklessly. If you're to kill him, be absolutely certain he'll die-- and be certain you won't be caught. There's more that than catch you here than you had at home, and you'll have to evade them all if you want to get away with this.
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originallutece) wrote2017-09-22 05:41 pm
sansa; a happy fun conversation between ladies
(He did deserve it, she has no doubt. Cold Sansa might be, but sadistic she is not).
Rosalind watches her for a few more seconds, speculating privately, before saying:]
. . . one was shot. Of mine, I mean. He took a bullet to the face, though it was not at my hand, to my eternal disappointment. I would have dearly liked to be the one to slaughter Jeremiah Fink. And the other . . .
[She smiles faintly.]
A massive drill. Right--
[She slides her fingers under her ribcage, just above her stomach. Oh, yes. Comstock had died horribly, gurgling and choking on his own blood, gasping his shock as he'd reached up towards the people whose lives he'd destroyed.]
I've been told revenge brings no relief, but I found it quite satisfying. And if either of them wake, I'm more than ready to revisit their deaths upon them.
the most fun c':
... I wish it had been me who killed Joffrey. Queen Cersei, Joffrey's mother, she blamed me for it, but it hadn't been me. I never saw him die, either... I fled before that.
[ then, she falls silent, until: ] Ramsay did wake. And if he ever hurts my family again, I'll make sure there's nothing left of him to come back, this time. [ this time, yes. which is about the closest one will get to the admission that it was her who killed him the first time. ]
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Do you have the means to do so?
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[ then, quieter, said with one breath: ] Ocelot will teach me how to shoot. Please, don't tell anyone, I know my brothers wouldn't approve, and I can't risk Ramsay finding out.
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I shan't tell anyone, but don't do this recklessly. If you're to kill him, be absolutely certain he'll die-- and be certain you won't be caught. There's more that than catch you here than you had at home, and you'll have to evade them all if you want to get away with this.
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I can wait. [ for as long as need be — to be sure that she can rid this world and all worlds of Ramsay forever.
then, ] Thank you.