wont: (PETREL)
ALAYNE STONE ♕ SANSA STARK ([personal profile] wont) wrote 2012-08-28 05:15 am (UTC)

T E X T | E N C R Y P T E D

[ She sits with his words for a long moment and tries to imagine a clearer picture of the 'good' man named Topher. She tries to imagine him as a child, as an adolescent, as an adult; tries to piece together the strengths and flaws that, when taken in concert, form his imperfect whole. There are facets to him that she does not understand or see — the parts that speak to Wheatley and think him friend enough to speak his cause, the parts that understand science and memory and the mind. In many ways they've gone about friendship all backwards, revealing to one another the deepest parts of themselves while turning their faces in another direction to conceal whatever lies at the very surface. ]

For a long time, I was without friends.
I suffered many things, beneath many hands, and I had not a soul to tell.
Nor a kind hand to comfort me.
Nor an ally of any ilk.
I had to hide who I was in order to keep safe.

To allow a person your true face is a dangerous gift.
But you gave it to me nevertheless, just as I gave you mine.
I would never see such a thing squandered.
It is precious to me.


[ A silence, a pause. Those words hang for a moment. They are close to the truth; too close perhaps. But the game they game has become less a game and more a hook upon which they've hung their respective hearts. Then: ]

Remember this, in the future.
And know that I am true.


[ When you know that I was born Sansa Stark, you will love me less if you forget. ]

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