slayjoy:

          She tried to think back to a time when
          a lady such as Sansa had last been on
          an ironborn ship. Alannys had never
          been much like her daughter, but even
          then she knew the difference between
          port and starboard. 

          Sansa Stark was a liability, that much 
          was clear. She would get underfoot, run
          into someone’s axe, or get herself raped
          more like. No. She wouldn’t let that happen.
          She would have to learn, as she had in 
          the Capital. All in good time.

                    “Remember, it’s just Asha. Or
          captain, whichever you prefer.” Out of habit
          she fingered the capped blade of her axe,
          before moving towards the girl. She 
          crouched down and spoke, with all the
          sincerity a kidnapper could offer, and
          all a hostage could not.

                    “If anyone ever harms you on my
          ship, you shall have their balls for
          baubles. You need only scream and 
          say the name. Stay out of trouble, stay
          out of harm’s way, and I will see what
          I can do about getting you back h o m e.”

          Asha stood then, taking the ginger, and
          offered a small smile as she took her
          leave. “I shall be at the helm if you
          require me. Otherwise, sleep well,
          Sansa.”

:: 〖 ❣ 〗――— ::

                     Oh Captain, dear Captain, you worry so
                 but those worries ran through the mind of
                 our little dove long before they deigned to
                 flash through yours. Why, it must’ve been
                 when rough, blood-spattered hands grabbed
                 at her, hauling her from the inn. When the
                 wine-stink breath assailed her senses and
                 ignored her screams. It was only your good
                 word that ceased the  p  a  w  i  n  g  .

                      Yet, Sansa does not expect kindness and
                 the offer of safety reminds her of a halfman
                 who tried his BEST to put an end to the inflicted
                 violence upon her. She wonders if he survived
                 the rumored injuries sustained in battle. She
                 wonders if she t r u l y wants him to.

                       Before her companion can leave, Sansa
                 finds herself calling out, a last word to Asha.

                       "Thank you. You have offered me mercy,
                 and you’re offering me kindness. I– I will not
                 forget that lady Asha.“

                       There is nothing insincere in her tone for
                  she means it, her courtesy only its strongest
                  when the words are not lies. However, there
                  is resignation in her eyes. An unsaid defeat
                  that persists as she shakes out her tunic and
                  borrowed breeches. If Theon Greyjoy can
                  betray them, can kill her brothers, if the North
                  can splinter– what love does Asha Greyjoy
                  have for Sansa to do anything to ensure she
                  lives long enough to see the ruins of home?