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part the sixth

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redwolfgirl: Sorry, fell asleep! Of course we’re friends.

Sansa winced a little at her flippant, cheerful response to Jaime’s plaintive message, but she didn’t know how else to reassure him while not offering any deeper emotion. He was developing a dependency that she didn’t like--or had long ago developed it without her notice. Regardless of what he was doing or the time of day, he was the first one to comment if she posted anything, and he always left a comment, even though she rarely commented on anything he posted. There were a disconcerting number of hearts on her most recent post in lieu of words.

She didn’t want to be responsible for anyone else’s happiness, and she was starting to feel responsible for Jaime’s. The tone of his Twitter posts when she hadn’t posted anything in a day or two could only be described as mopey.

Arya didn’t mince words when Sansa messaged her the next day.

starkbitch: You shouldn’t have started messaging him. That was stupid. Now he’ll probably text you every day.

redwolfgirl: I know I shouldn’t have, but I was worried about him. I mean, did you see that picture??

starkbitch: Yeah, I did. I now understand why Jaime Lannister is consistently voted Westeros’s most beautiful man in Seven Kingdoms Press. Hot af 🔥

redwolfgirl: Yes, he has abs. I meant did you see his face???

starkbitch: No, I didn’t look at his face, I was looking at his body. He should wax his chest, he’d look even hotter.

redwolfgirl: Thank you for objectifying him.

starkbitch: Glad I could help. So I take it you like the chest hair, since you got all prim? To each her own, I guess, but Gendry waxes and I like it.

redwolfgirl: That’s more than I needed to know, thank you. Will you please just look at the picture again and tell me you wouldn’t be worried?

starkbitch: Okay, I looked, and I don’t get it. He looks a little bummed, but not like he might kill himself. Just a bad day. Happens to everyone. I definitely wouldn’t have freaked out and messaged him at two in the morning, spazzo.

redwolfgirl: It wasn’t two in the morning for him. And maybe it’s just because you don’t know him as well as I do. He looks REALLY SAD in that pic. And he never looks sad, he’s almost sickeningly cheerful. He’s like a puppy who got turned into a human.

starkbitch: Whatever you say. Are you coming to the tournament, then? You said you might. Not that I care. Gendry will be there.

redwolfgirl: Yes, I’m coming. Jaime offered to pay for Jon to come, but you know how Jon is.

starkbitch: You told Jaime Lannister about going to see me compete???

redwolfgirl: He answers to just Jaime, you know, you don’t have to use his full name every time. I’ll know who you’re talking about, too, because we only know one Jaime. And what was wrong with mentioning the tournament? He asked me about my upcoming plans, and that’s all I’m doing.

starkbitch: Okay, WE don’t know any Jaimes, YOU know a Jaime. I’ve never met him and I don’t want to, he sounds like a whiny spoiled brat. The problem is that you don’t just tell people my business!

redwolfgirl: You have met him, you just don’t remember. You were 4 and we went to see Father and we met all the Lannisters. Tywin made you cry by staring at you too long, but Jaime gave you a lolly and you stopped. I’m deeply sorry, next time I’ll remember that your public tournament is obviously top secret and make up some kind of excuse.

starkbitch: If I was 4, you were 6, so how do you remember that? You probably imagined it or something. It doesn’t make him less whiny or spoiled.

redwolfgirl: I remember because I took lots of pictures with Mother’s camera and I was really proud of her trusting me with it. I took a picture of him giving you the lolly, you can look in the photo albums the next time you’re home if you don’t believe me.

starkbitch: What did he give you?

redwolfgirl: A smile? There’s a picture of him just smiling at the camera, too, if I recall correctly. I need to look at those again, too.

starkbitch: Well, I don’t care, I want him to give Jon the money so he can come and watch me fight.

redwolfgirl: He wants to, but you know Jon won’t accept it.

starkbitch: He will if I ask. I’ll get this all sorted, you’ll see.

redwolfgirl: If you hate Jaime so much, why should he pay for something to make you happy? That’s not fair.

starkbitch: Because he owes me for the suffering of having to put up with you talking about him all the time. L8r. 😜

Sansa scowled at her phone. “I don’t talk about him all the time.”

There was no answer, of course, because she was alone in her hotel room.

She was heading out to see the legendarily-creepy House of the Undying today, which was one of the main tourist attractions in Qarth. People were always claiming to have seen visions or visited with dead relatives while inside. She thought it was all hokum, but her flight to Braavos didn’t leave until tomorrow and she didn’t think she could bear to spend all day staring at the walls of her hotel room.

As usual, the streets were packed with vendors hawking cheap junk, mostly fake medallions and long necklaces made of gaudy plastic beads, and “authentic” Dothraki hair bells and skins made into useless little purses. Sansa ignored them and dodged the pickpockets with the ease of practice--Dorne taught a person a lot of skills for dealing with unsavoury crowds.

The crowds only thinned a little after she got past the gates to the grounds--only licensed vendors here, and security rooted out the pickpockets, so it was at least more relaxed. Most people seemed to be hanging around the cafés and gift shops, so Sansa found herself nearly alone when she reached the top of the stairs and stood before the tower. It wasn’t impressive to look at, made of the same old tan stone as the rest of the city, and rather featureless.

She didn’t do many selfies, being more interested in posting pictures of the beauty she saw around her, but this was one of the rare cases where nothing stuck out at her, so she took a picture of herself with the tower looming in the background.

“Going into the House of the Undying. If you don’t hear from me in two days, send a search party,” she typed, amused by how freaked out other people got about this place.

She was about to step inside when her phone buzzed three times.

younglion likes your post.

younglion left a comment on on your post: “I’ll have serch&rescue on standby. 😉”

younglion left a comment on on your post: “You look more beautiful than usual today. ❤️”

Sansa shook her head and was well inside the tower before she realised she was smiling.

The inside was pretty boring, too, but the real reward was when she tweeted afterwards.

redwolfgirl: Wow, managed to get out of the #HouseoftheUndying w/o dying of boredom.

younglion replying to @redwolfgirl: Phew! Looked it up while you were inside & got scared. #sweetrelief

Sansa giggled to herself and headed back to her hotel in a much better mood.

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