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✦ ▓ AND WHO GOES THERE? oh, it’s just [ SANSA STARK ]. some say [ HER ] resemblance to [ AHN HEEYEON ] is almost uncanny, but the [ TWENTY-SIX ] year old has been in the capital for [ TWENTY-SIX YEARS ]. many suspect that they are the notorious [ ASSOCIATE ] of the [ STARK ] family: perhaps that has made them [ RESERVED ] && [ CIRCUMSPECT ] of late, when they used to be so [ WHIMSICAL ] && [ SANGUINE ]. during the daylight hours, [ SANSA ] can be found working as a [ FASHION DESIGNER & BOUTIQUE OWNER ], but when night falls over king’s landing, they are best remembered listening to [ THE ARCHER BY TAYLOR SWIFT ]. may the gods be with them in these dark streets. ( mowgli. twenty-four. cst. she/hers. )

STATISTICS.

full name: sansa elethea stark.

moniker / nickname: princess, sans.

gender && pronouns: cisfemale, she / hers.

dob && age: december 23, 1994. 26.

zodiac sign: capricorn.

ethnicity: korean.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

romantic orientation: biromantic.

mafia affiliation: associate to the stark family via familial ties - sansa does NOT partake in anything further than simply being known as a stark.

occupational history: former socialite turned fashion designer. current owner of the satin wolf, an upscale boutique featuring her designs.

financial status: sansa comes from wealth, but has also amassed her own funds through her business - albeit, it is easy to do so when you don’t have to pay rent.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: ahn heeyeon, ‘hani’.

height: five feet, eight inches.

physical build: tall and slim; sansa is not very toned nor muscled, her body is very much so smooth lines and long limbs.

eye colour and shape: brown, almond.

hair colour and style: currently strawberry blonde, formerly many different colors, as sansa expressed herself through having it dyed previously. it is often worn straight and down when she isn’t working, and pulled into a messy bun when she is!

usual expression: stoic.

accent and speech style: sansa has a very soft voice, very saccharine and sweet by its very nature. she has no blatant accent, and speaks often in run on sentences.

distinguishing marks / characteristics: any scars, tattoos, piercings.

clothing style: very street chic but also dependent on the occasion - she dresses for the life she wants to have and live.

jewellery and accessories: earrings, necklaces, hats, scarves - any and everything is on the table when it comes to accessorizing the perfect outfit. sansa never considers herself fully dressed without her apple watch, earrings, and a silver wolf’s head locket necklace.

FAMILY:

father: eddard stark.

mother: catelyn stark, nee tully.

siblings, if any: robb, arya, bran, rickon.

extended relations: hoster & minisa tully, edmure tully, brandon stark, lyanna stark, benjen stark.

significant other(s): none, currently. formerly a fiance.

children: none.

household pet(s): a female merle great dane named boleyn, “bo” for short.

FAVOURITES.

colour: blue.

weather: a sunny, but cool fall day.

food item: red velvet cupcakes.

beverage: peach lemonade.

time of day: mid - evening.

television genre: drama.

PERSONALITY.

hobbies: painting, baking, reading - and occasionally writing.

pet peeves: sansa loathes loud chewers, people who refuse to put effort into their outward appearance, and people who think ketchup and ranch go on everything - or anything at all.

phobias: spiders, rats, snakes.

allergies: penicillin.

mbti type: enfj, the protagonist.

enneagram type: 4w3, the enthusiast.

positive traits: whimsical, sanguine, clever.

negative traits: reserved, circumspect, fretful.

morning routine: up by seven, morning walk with her dog, shower, breakfast, begin work by nine, sharp.

beauty routine: multi - stepped, always beginning with primers and concealers. sansa is a bit of a makeup enthusiast; even if she’s just at home working, she prefers to have some level of it on, as she feels it’s yet another creative and artistic outlet . . . even if it is just for herself.

sleeping habits: sansa has always been a heavy, deep sleeper, even as a child. she can fall asleep in the blink of an eye, and be out for hours without even a hint of discomfort. she used to be the person who was up all night, and tended to sleep all day - now she’s asleep by 8:30pm most nights and up by 7:00am.

living space && home: a high rise loft apartment, kept impeccably clean and decorated in a modern contemporary style, with many hues of gray and light pastels.

all the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put me together again, ‘cause all of my enemies started out friends.

sansa attended king’s way college and graduated with a bachelor’s degree of fine arts, having majored in fashion design. her graduation present was the satin wolf, a boutique of her own to showcase her designs. it is located in neutral territory, and operated by staff hand selected by sansa herself.

the death of hoster tully was a sad affair for her, and yet, sansa’s grief was also met with a sense of relief. that with her grandfather no longer pulling strings, the pressure of being brought into a life she did not want might wain.

it is her intent to never become involved further than she is currently with any of the syndicates, even her own family’s.

dancing under lights since she was seventeen. her brain’s flooded with ketamine, high from every party, low from self - esteem; it’s selfish but she never sleep. honestly, she needs a little sympathy.

the socialite daughter, beautiful and charming, always interested in the next party - the next event. sansa had a penchant for attention, late nights spent out drinking and dancing even when she less than legal; it made her feel happy, feel free. it was a way to forget that things could be dark and grim - to forget that her parents, her siblings, nearly everyone she knew was involved in a lifestyle that made her stomach curl. so she danced and partied, smiled wide for pictures, found a boyfriend that enjoyed the same things she did - one who wasn’t interested in what her family’s name could do for him . . . or so she thought. when he asked her to marry him, she cried tears of joy, and things were perfect. just like they always were for sansa.

until one night a few months ago, when she and her fiance were leaving a club - drunk and stumbling, clinging to his arm with practiced ease . . . when two rough hands that weren’t his pulled her away. into a darkened alley, where accomplices met and held her at knife-point. they wanted to know about her father. her uncles. her mother, aunts, grandfather. stark plans, stark anything - gravely voices that wondered how many pretty pennies they could get if they just took her off the streets now. held her until they paid, and maybe they’d just kill her anyways. the rough brick of the building at her back digs into unmarred skin, leaving it scratched and red - prick of a blade just centimetres away from the flesh of her neck, threatening to cut it open and leave her bloody.

she can’t figure out where he is, the man who’s supposed to love her - seemingly vanished into thin air the minute things had turned sour. sansa is convinced of the worst, mascara tears trailing down her cheeks, because this must be it. the end of it all.

reprieve is the sight of one man, then two, crumpling to the ground. a familiar face appearing in the dimly lit alley as the knife at her throat clatters to the ground and her freedom is given. alive but shaken, sansa hasn’t been the same since.

i used to be a darling starlet like a centerpiece. had the whole world wrapped around my ring. i flew too closely to the sun that’s setting in the east, and now i’m melting from my wings.

returning to a normal life post incident - post trauma - has been easier said than done. now reclusive in nature, stowing herself away for days in her high rise loft apartment, sightings of the eldest stark daughter are said to be few and far between. she no longer frequents her own boutique, working instead from home and through various intermediates to ensure everything is well controlled; sansa only appears when it’s absolutely necessary, when business requires a gentle, steady hand and cannot be managed from afar.

custom designs are still available, but often very hard to come by. sansa is incredibly selective with who she’ll meet in person with, and thus, only those who can guarantee her trust have been able to get them.

sansa does, however, outfit most of the stark syndicate in gear that is both fashionable and functional. including safety measures & fabric a little more durable than most. this is generally the extent of what she’s willing to do for the syndicate, the idea of being involved in violence is absolutely terrifying to her, especially after everything she went through without even being more than a child of known members.

she still is unaware of her ex-fiance’s involvement in the attempted abduction - if he was working along with the men, or if he was just cowardly enough, uncaring enough to have let her be pulled from his arms. she hasn’t spoken to him much, outside of ending their relationship as a whole, the truth isn’t worth the extra pain it may cause, or so she’s convinced herself for now.

wanted connections !! i may send some of these into the main after a bit if they aren’t filled just because i’m #needy.

judas . . . this would be sansa’s ex - fiance! i did write it off a tweaked and modernized version of her relationship with joffrey but it definitely doesn’t have to be him. their relationship was seemingly picture perfect - and likely too good to be true. they were frequent party and club attendees together, and truly, was based off of the fact that being together was akin to the high that came with endless drinks and fun. ideally, he would have just been using sansa to hopefully siphon information or even to gain an in to the stark family - the possibilities are endless and i’m ?? here for them? sansa romanticized the fuck out of him and their relationship, ignoring any and all warning signs until things went bad the night of the after club incident. essentially she’s ghosted him, aside from mailing back his ring and a letter telling him it was, in very few words, over. the finer details are very much so up for discussion and interpretation so y’know, run wild.

white horse . . . whomever saved sansa from the alley - no gender requirements because we love equal opportunity ass kickers in this house. they had at the very least an acquaintanceship with sansa in the past and after their act of heroism, sansa’s sort of attached herself to them in a very idealized way? not necessarily romantically but very clingy, she doesn’t want to be a burden but also it’s very hard for her to not instinctively shift into thinking of them as her protector and she just needs and wants to feel safe . . . all of the time. taken by dacey mormont.

pink pony club . . . sansa’s #squad. their relationship(s) may be slightly strained from sansa shifting into recluse mode, but ultimately they would be the people she spent the most time with previously. dancing, studying, coffee dates, all of the close friend things. bonus points for friendships from childhood to now, because we all need the montage of childhood sleepovers to sansa showing up at their house at 6:00 in the morning because she can’t sleep and she brought coffee, also do they have time to talk about how she can’t stop shaking and she just needs a hug.

also if you’ve made it this far, ‘sup i’m mowgli and i told myself i wasn’t allowed to join the discord until i finished my intro because i have the attention span of a goldfish and it still took me all day ?? anyways, i’m gonna be sneaking myself on in there soon but y’all can feel free to also just add me @ mohglee#0602 ty ty <3

#vixere:intro #vixere:task #c : / / biography .#c : / / completed task .

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tigereye771 · 7 years

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New Year, New Beginnings (Part 4/?)

Pairing: Jon/Sansa

Part: 4/?

Notes: Just a bit of language here.

Jon and Tormund quickly finished their lunch. The dark haired waitress, Gilly as she introduced herself, refilled their coffee cups and asked if they wanted anything else.

“Just the bill, thanks,” Jon replied as he reached for his wallet.

“Oh, it’s taken care of. Sansa saw to it.”

Jon’s lips thinned with displeasure. He didn’t like it when he was comped at restaurants or bars just because he was Rhaegar Targaryen’s long lost son or a military hero. He believed in paying his own way, especially if it was some small establishment where he knew profit margins can be slim.

“That wasn’t necessary,” Jon replied stiffly.

Gilly shrugged. “That’s what Sansa said. You can always talk to the owner, Margery. She’s up front.”

Jon was startled. He thought Sansa was the owner. Why else would Sansa Stark be working in a café? Jon got up to go talk to Margery with Tormund on his heels.

Margery was just handing a customer back his change when Jon caught her eye. She said goodbye to the other man and then turned to Jon and Tormund. “Gentlemen, enjoy your lunch?”

“It was delicious,” Jon replied. “We’d like to pay our bill.”

“Sansa has already taken care of it.”

“I can’t have her doing that. Please, I’d like to pay for it,” Jon protested.

Margery shook her head. “I’m sorry. It’s already taken care of and I know better than to go against Sansa once her mind is made up.” A sly look came into Margery’s eyes. “However, if you would like to purchase some of our baked goods…” She glanced over at the almost empty glass case.

Tormund barked out a laugh as the corners of Jon’s mouth twitched. He’ll make it up to Sansa later. Meanwhile, some of those pastries were looking very tempting.

“It’s the end of the day for us,” Margery continued, “So most of stuff is gone, but I can assure you that everything Highgarden Café’ has to offer is of excellent quality.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Jon murmured as he peered into the case. He thought Rhaegar, Dany and Ygritte might enjoy some sweet treats. “I think I’ll take the rest of those cream cylinder things and an assortment of cookies. One dozen.”

“Cannoli,” Margery said as she started to box up his order.

“Lovely café you have here,” Jon continued as he watched Margery work efficiently and quickly. “Has Sansa worked here long?”

“From the first day,” Margery replied cheerfully. “I knew I couldn’t make this place work without her.” Her shrewd eyes took in Jon. “She started off as our baker, but she’s the manager now. We’ve been at this for five years.”

Jon stared at her. Baker? Why the hell did Sansa have to work as a baker? The Starks were rich. After Ned and Catelyn died, Jon thought she would continue her college education. Oh, maybe she would have taken a break to mourn and help Arya and Bran, but she had always wanted to go to college and do something in fashion or the arts.

“But what about school?” Jon asked in bewilderment. “Didn’t Sansa finish college?”

Margery neatly taped down the lid of the pastry box containing Jon’s order. “That’ll be thirty-five dollars please.” She took the two twenties Jon handed over and gave him his change. “That is a question for Sansa.” She glanced at the clock. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, we close at 3 pm and as you’re our last customers…”

Jon and Tormund murmured goodbyes and walked out of the café. Jon was silent as they made their way back to his car and didn’t speak again until they were on the road back to the Targaryen mansion.

“Things don’t add up,” Jon muttered.

“What do you mean?” Tormund asked as he snuck a cookie from the pastry box which he was currently holding in his lap.

“Sansa Stark working in a café. As a baker!”

Tormund shrugged. “You said half her family including both parents were killed. She needed to find work.”

“But that’s the thing,” Jon replied. “The Starks are rich! You should see their estate, Winterfell! I mean, they aren’t rich like Rhaegar, but Sansa shouldn’t have wanted for anything. And I remember how much she wanted to go to college. But according to Margery, it sounds like she’s been working for her since Ned and Cat died. It doesn’t make sense!”

“Just ask her,” Tormund mumbled, his mouth full of snickerdoodle.

“She didn’t even give me her cell number,” Jon grumbled. He glared at Tormund. “Stop eating all the cookies.”

“Then call the sister. The one you were closer to. Anna?”

“Arya.”

“Yeah. Sansa gave you and the other one, the brother’s phone numbers.”

Jon nodded and a smile curled up his face. It would be good to speak to Arya and Bran again. Jon wasn’t even certain how Bran was doing after the accident.

“I’ll call them tonight,” Jon decided.

*/*/*/*/*

Sansa smoothed the skirt of her woolen dress as she watched the demanding redhead walk away. For the last three hours she had been assisting the annoying customer who wanted to look at everything from evening dresses to active wear to lingerie. Nothing had been good enough in the woman’s eyes and her preferred bit of exercise was simply dropping clothing she had been examining on the floor and leaving it. Sansa had spent a good amount of her time simply picking up after her. The woman also kept talking about how she wanted to make sure she looked perfect for her hot, rich boyfriend. Sansa had started to tune the woman out after a few minutes.

Five years ago, Taylors, one of Kings Landings most exclusive luxury department stores, advertised for seasonal workers to help with the holiday crush. Sansa had begun as a stockiest and floor runner in cosmetics, but with her pretty, neat appearance, her impeccable manners and what easily became evident good taste, they had moved her up as an assistant sales associate. Gradually, over the years, she was moved into a personal shopper position which meant she personally handled customers and took them around the store helping them select the perfect gift for the people on their holiday list. It was unusual to have a seasonal worker in such a position, but Taylors management specifically wanted her there to help the men who came into the store looking haplessly around for help in finding a gift. The men tended to gravitate and listen more to a pretty, young, sympathetic woman. They also tended to spend more money, rarely hesitating to buy what she might suggest.

Which worked out well for Sansa. The seasonal work paid only minimum wage. The job started out as extra money to help get them through the holidays but with her promotion to personal shopper, Sansa also earned a commission on every sale she made. The better saleswoman she was, the more she took home in her paycheck.

“Whew!” Arianne, a regular employee breathed out as she came up to Sansa. They stood next to each other watching the retreating figure of the woman Sansa had been helping. “That was a piece of work.”

Sansa shrugged. During the holidays, shoppers were usually stressed and short-tempered. The richer they were, the more short-tempered they tended to be. “At least she bought a few things so my time with her wasn’t completely wasted.”

“I would hope so,” Arianne snorted. “Considering who her boyfriend is, she can afford to spend some money.”

“Mmm,” Sansa made a noncommittal noise, already losing interest in the difficult customer as she straightened some sweaters on a shelf. “She did say something about a rich boyfriend, but I tuned her out after the first minute or two.”

Arianne laughed. “Rich? That’s putting it mildly. That woman is Jon Snow’s girlfriend. You know, the Lost Prince, Rhaegar Targaryen’s heir.”

Sansa’s head snapped around to look at Arianne. “Jon Snow? That’s his girlfriend?”

Arianne nodded. “Child, you need to read the social pages more. Yes, some woman he brought back with him from the Gift which explains the less than polished manners. You can dress a pig in a silk dress, but it’s still a pig.”

“Arianne!” Sansa said sharply.

“I’m sorry, darling, but it’s obvious that woman was putting on airs and she was compensating by bossing you around and spending money.” Arianne sniffed. “Jon Snow could do much better.”

Sansa shrugged, nonchalantly. It was none of her business, but she did feel a small twinge of disappointment to hear Jon had a girlfriend. She shook her head, telling herself not to be silly about it. Jon just walked back into her life and a part of her, that romantic, starry eyed girl she had thought was gone, but was merely hiding in some deep recess of her heart had leapt to all sorts of wild thoughts; a handsome, rich hero riding into her life to solve all her problems. That would not do. Experience has taught Sansa to not be that girl. The only outcome would be pain.

Mentally, she shook herself. “Well, that’s his business.” She saw two men looking lost and nudged Arianne. “And that is ours. Gentlemen, may we be of assistance?” she asked as she stepped forward with a bright smile.

*/*/*/*/*

“Where were you?”

Ygritte set the shopping bags she had carried into their room and turned around. Jon was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt. Ygritte raised an eyebrow.

“I was shopping. Not dressing for dinner? Won’t Dany pitch a fit?” Ygritte said “Dany” with a slight curl of her lip. To say the two women did not get along would be an understatement.

“She’s dining with friends tonight and Rhaegar had an early dinner. I wanted to wait for you.” Jon smiled and came forward to take her in his arms and kiss her, but Ygritte turned her head.

“Careful, my makeup is done. I thought we go out tonight and check out that new night club, Boltons. I got a new dress and everything.”

“Ygritte, I don’t feel like going to a club,” Jon sighed as she moved away to pull a dress from one of the shopping bags. “Let’s just have a quiet dinner here with the two of us. There’s something that happened today that I want to talk to you about.”

“Well, I do,” Ygritte snapped. “Come on! Some of the women at the spa were talking about it being the place to be seen. We can have some drinks, dance-“

“I don’t dance.”

“Okay, just shuffle about.” She moved towards Jon and raked her nails up his chest, a sly look on her face. “You know how hot our sex is when we’ve both had some drinks.”

Jon flushed, a twinge of desire stirring within him. Their sex was hot after a few drinks. The only problem was that lately, Ygritte didn’t stop at a few drinks.

“Ygritte,” he said gently, taking her hands in his. “Maybe you shouldn’t go out tonight. Let’s just spend a quiet night at home. You’ve been partying so much and I’m getting concerned by how much you’ve been drinking.”

She snatched her hands back and narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you calling me a drunk?”

“No! I’m just saying you seem to be drinking a little more than usual and it’s not good for you. Plus you’ve been going out so much, you’re always so tired the next day.”

“I stayed in yesterday to be with your boring family who hate my guts.”

“It was Thanksgiving and they don’t hate your guts,” Jon sighed.

“Sure. I’m sure Dany just loves me,” Ygritte sneered. “She always looks at me like I’m something stuck to the bottom of her shoe. You know, before you found out you were this rich guy’s long lost son, you didn’t give a damn about what rich people thought of you.”

“I don’t now,” Jon said sharply. “Rhaegar and Dany have been nothing but kind to you and all you’ve been is antagonistic.”

“Oh, so I’m a bitch as well as a drunk!” Ygritte screamed. “You know what Jon, just fuck off! You can forget about getting into my pants you bastard!” She stormed out of the room, slamming the door so hard behind her it rattled the pictures on the walls.

Jon sighed and sank down onto the bed, running his hand through his hair. He didn’t know how his simple request that they stay in so he could tell her about meeting Sansa had dissolved into an argument. Ygritte knew all about his history with the Starks and he thought if anyone would listen to him talk about how he felt, knowing he had seen Sansa and would soon see the others, it would be her. She knew how much finding the remaining Starks meant to him. He imagined her being supportive and understanding, but he didn’t even get a chance to even say one word to her before they were fighting, an all too common thing these days.

The Highgarden Café business card on Jon’s nightstand caught his eye. He picked it up and fingered one corner as he thought about what he would do next. Coming to a decision he picked up his cell phone and dialed one of the numbers written on the back.

“What?!” an annoyed voice barked out after a few rings.

Even after all this time, Jon recognized the voice and the familiar greeting. “Arya?”

There was a pause at the other end. “Yeah?”

“It’s Jon.”

There was another pause but he could hear her breathing. “Jon? Jon?! JON!!!”

He laughed at the excitement in her voice and then heard her yelling at someone else. “Bran! Bran! It’s Jon! Jon’s on the line! Oh Jon! Is it really you?”

“Yes, yes it’s me. I saw Sansa today and she gave me your phone number.”

“She told me. Hang on, Bran, I’ll put him on speaker.”

Jon heard a beep and then he heard Bran calling his name, asking him if it was truly him.

Jon laughed, the bad feelings that his argument with Ygritte had generated disappearing. “Yes. Yes, it’s me. Gods, I missed all of you.”

“When can we see you?” Arya asked. “Can you come over tonight? You can have dinner here!”

Jon hesitated. Well, why not? If he didn’t go, he was likely just going to grab some leftovers and go to bed early, probably in the guest room again not wanting to deal with Ygritte when she stumbled back in from the night club.

“Yes. Yes, I can. Just text me your address and I’ll be there.”

“Great! We’re having mac and cheese!”

A wave of nostalgia and longing wafted over Jon. He remembered Catelyn’s macaroni and cheese, one of his favorite dishes. For the second time that day, he felt a peace settle over him, a sense of belonging and calmness he had not felt in a very long time.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he told them.

TBC

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