Second House of Westeros ♛ Written ♛ Failed Filter to All Who Bare the Name Stark

[songsandstories]

[The writing is neat, curly, though some of the script might not look quite as it does in modern times. Still she is writing it from the roof of the Castle, far enough she thinks.]

There is a Lannister here, the father of the once bastard king.

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Sansa Stark; written

[wintercat]

[She recognizes that handwriting. And with this filter, at least, she can her by her true name]

He has only just arrived. I did not know when last we spoke.

Lady Catelyn; written

[songsandstories]

I am Alayne Stone. [Not even going to talk about Jaime right now.]

Sansa Stark; written

[wintercat]

Is it necessary even here? Your eyes alone will see this.

Lady Catelyn; written

[songsandstories]

This isn't a guise or a mask to be worn and simply discarded. [But then how does she justify Baelish kissing her? There's a moment where her pen hits the page and it just seeps into the journal for awhile.]

What if he reads this?

Sansa Stark; written

[wintercat]

What is it, if not a mask?

That is the purpose of the filters, isn't it? To ensure he cannot.

Lady Catelyn; written

[songsandstories]

I thought you understood.

Sansa Stark; written

[wintercat]

I understand the need for caution and to present a different face to the world. But I had hoped [It's all she can do to keep her handwriting from getting shaky here.] we might steal a few moments.

All this time, I have only wanted to see my daughters again.

Lady Catelyn; written

[songsandstories]

Then I regret to inform you that you have lost that time.

Alayne Stone; written

[wintercat]

[It's a long time before there's a response. If you suspect that she's stepped away from the journal to weep, you might be right. It's a much more composed Catelyn that returns and, if emotional distance may be conveyed in writing, it is here- it's more formal, perhaps, and more carefully written.]

I see.

[There are so many things she wants to say: that's she sorry for all she's suffered, that she wishes things hadn't come to this, that she loves her no matter what. But she can't. She would say all those things to Sansa, but this girl wishes to be Alayne.]

Lady Catelyn Stark; written

[songsandstories]

Jaime Lannister is here. Does he pose a threat to you? [She can't think about it. She can't think about hurting her mother, because her mother was not Lady Stark. If she returns to the subject at hand, then she won't have to think about the ultimate betrayal, far beyond denouncing Ned or Robb.]

Alayne Stone; written forever because I am lazy

[wintercat]

I have seen him. He tells me I have released him in hopes that Cersei will return my daughters in exchange.

[And she believes it. Even if she hasn't done it yet, it seems entirely plausible.]

For the moment, I believe I am safe. That may change. [She's quite sure she wasn't particularly kind to him during his imprisonment. There are no practical benefits to harming her; it remains to be seen if vengeance or anger is sufficient enough a motive for him.]

[songsandstories]

It was said you did, the reason for your imprisonment at Riverrun.

Do you think him a threat to anyone else? [Meaning how stable is he? How likely is he to seek vengeance on the rest of them?]

[wintercat]

He seems as much in possession of his senses as ever. [She has to stop and think about this.] If he sees some benefit in it, I have no doubt he is. I don't think we can rely on his honor to restrain him.

[songsandstories]

When could we ever? [After Bran. Still it's an alarming turn of events. She was hoping to never see a Lannister again.]

What should we do.

[wintercat]

I could not, but I have heard you sing the praises of the man who betrayed my husband to his death? How am I to know what else has changed? [She may regret saying that later, but right now she's upset and hurt and her reaction is to lash out.]

We wait, I suppose. There is little else we can do.

[songsandstories]

You do not know him as I do. [And she is staying firm on that.]

Ser Jaime pushed Bran out of a tower. He is the father to the Bastard King who killed Lord Stark.

[wintercat]

I am aware.

What would you suggest I do? I do not have access to the prisons here and the dead do not remain dead for long. I need time to think. [Since the usual options are most likely out.]

[songsandstories]

I am aware. I need to make sure you and Arya are safe.

[wintercat]

We will be. [A pause before the writing begins again.] And you? He may not believe you are Alayne Stone.

[songsandstories]

He walked past me. Never even recognized me.

[wintercat]

[There's a small sigh of relief.] Good.

[songsandstories]

That was my reaction when dealing with him.

Did you talk to him? Does he know about Joffrey?

...thread still in progress so

[wintercat]

We did not speak at length. [Understandably]

okay~

[songsandstories]

I see. If anything happens, you would inform me. [She needs to know that she's safe. That Sansa's family is safe.]

[wintercat]

I would.

[songsandstories]

Thank you. You still matter to me. You should know. [She matters to Sansa. Her teeth clench, but it's out there already.]

[wintercat]

[It's a little slip, but it does Catelyn a world of good to hear it.]

And you will always matter to me.

[songsandstories]

[There's a soft smile at that.]

Good day, Lady Stark.

[wintercat]

And to you.