Who: Gandalf & Sansa What: Gandalf gives Sansa advice & weed. There is also some UST. /noteventrollingyouguys When: Wednesday evening Where: Laguna Beach park Rating: PG Status: complete!
It was dusk as the bearded man walked through the park. He walked with the aid of a stick, and his beard was longmagnficant and well groomed. He had piercing, intelligent grey eyes, and he was alert to sounds and sights around him. He wore a Hawaiian style shirt with bright red hula girls.
He sat down on a bench and started going through his pack as he puffed on a joint, blowing smoke circles. He appeared to be waiting.
Sansa was tired of all the fighting in the Stark family. Her parents were always fighting about Jon. Arya was always fighting with.. well, everyone. She was mostly sick of Arya's bad attitude and the way she treated others. Nothing Sansa said or did seemed to make any difference. It was impossible to talk to her little sister and just as hard to remain quiet. So, Sansa definitely needed a little something to help calm her. Maybe Robb would want to partake too once he made it home. He didn't have another game for a while, so it should be okay, right?
Sansa made her way out to the park where she always met Gandalf and spotted him imediately in his hawaiin shirt. She couldn't help but smile as she made her way towards him and sat down next to him on the bench. "Hey," she said simply, trying to hide the smirk.
Gandalf hummed to himself, then glanced at her. He reached over and patted her arm, "Good evening, Sansa! Its been how long, three weeks?"
When his hand left her arm, a small baggie rested there. He always had a free sample for the girl, her company worth that much. He could sense her tenseness, but knew better than to ask. If she wanted to talk, she would.
So he sat back, sorting through several fire crackers.
Sansa put her hand where Gandalf had patted instinctively and slipped the baggie into her pocket. He always had nice little presents for her even when she was there to buy. She liked Gandalf quite a lot more than she probably should, but he always had good stories. Plus, he sort of lived the life that she wish she could, free of attachments and away from social norms. She respected him, wanted to be more like him.
"About that," she replied, no longer resisting the smirk. She made grabby fingers at his joint. "Too long, if you ask me. What have you been up to?"
Plus, he had fireworks, and would probably pretend to not notice if any went missing when she left. She sometimes made him wish he was a bit younger.
His laugh was long and from the belly as he swatted at her hand, "I've given in a little, and gotten a job. It involves dynamite."
The glee with which he said 'dynamite' came from within his very soul.
Sansa pouted when Gandalf swatted her hand away. Luckily she had her own papers with her so she pulled the baggy out of her pocket and went to work. Sure, the police might come by, but they rarely did. Not around here, it was a nice neighborhood and it was late enough that no one was around to notice.
"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. "They actually let you blow stuff up? How awesome is it?"
And the police are among some of Gandalf's best customers
"Its rad," he replied, winking at her. "We imploded a warehouse last week, and there is a fireworks show coming up." He waved one of the fireworks at her, "I may just be in my element."
Her excitment was infectious!
Sansa always noted Gandalf's use of the word rad and couldn't help but grin at it. "Where's the fireworks show at?" Sansa replied. Maybe she would be able to go see it or something.
She managed to finish off a petiete joint and stuck it in her mouth, lighting it up. Ahh. There we go. "Thanks," she said, nodding when she released the breathe. "Needed that."
"Right here. Next Saturday, precisely at eight o'clock." Which in Gandalf speak was probably 8:15, but one did not accuse Gandalf of being late.
He was always on time.
Gandalf eyed her for a moment, then took a long drag to finish off his joint, "Would you like to talk about it? You know I'm always there for a kindred spirit."
Really?" Sansa took a look around. It was just like Laguna Beach to have an impromptu fireworks show. "I'll have to come see your work," she said.
"I don't know," she shrugged, taking another drag. "It's my family. I don't understand why we always have to fight with each other. I try to make peace, but it's really hard with my little sister being such a brat all the time."
Well, he wasn't planning the show - yet. But soon (tm).
"Dear one, little sisters are always going to be brats, even when they are not. The fighting however...families do often fight with one another, but has it gotten worse?"
"Yeah," Sansa heaved a sigh. She knew it was true, that little sisters were always brats, but she couldn't shake the notion that Arya was worse than most little sisters. "My Dad is really private about that sort of thing, but I can tell. It's all Arya's fault too. She keeps rubbing Jon in Mom's face." Sansa made an aggrivated noise deep in her throat and then shook her head. "She is so not worth the amount of time I spend trying to fix what she's broken."
"You're afraid she'll somehow break the family apart," He replied knowingly. "Perhaps she is simply a catalyst spreading cracks that already exist."
The older man stroked at his beard thoughtfully, "She does seem to obsess over her half-brother. That would not go over well with your mother, I wager." He felt compelled to add, "It does speak highly of her that she was willing to stay with your father."
Though he wondered if that was for the kids, or not, "Do they fight much more often now?"
Sometimes Sansa thought Gandalf knew too much, but it didn't bother her. It was nice not having to explain everything to him like she did with some of her other friends. He just got it.
"My Mom stayed with my Dad because she loved him and not even Jon could stop her from doing that, but it doesn't mean she thinks kindly of Jon. She still sees him as this.." she shrugged. "I don't know, he's a representation of my Dad's indisgression. I don't blame her for being upset, but it's been over 20 years now. You would think she'd forgive Dad already. Arya doesn't help things. She's not the sort to sweep things under the rug, I guess."
"I hardly doubt it was Jon's fault, either," Gandalf replied, gently. "I think she directs her anger to the wrong person, if its primarily at him." He shifted where he was sitting and leaned towards her, "How does she instigate things?"
He really wished he had better ways to keep up with things. If only the birds and the bugs would talk to him!
"Of course it isn't Jon's fault. There's no one to blame. It's just still such a huge point of dissension in my family, even after all of these years. I'm sick of it. It's almost enough to make me want to move out." She grinned and sideglanced at Gandalf. "Almost."
"She knows exactly where everyone's buttons are, especially mine, and she pushes them. Constantly."
"You need to accept that she's trying to push your buttons and simply...be." He nodded at her, "Let it wash over you, like wind, or rain. That will bother her more than anything she could do to bother you."
He said nothing about her moving out. She had no where to go and he couldn't possibly take her in. He'd have to get a place!
"Have you tried making everyone sit down in the same room? Including Jon?"
"I know," Sansa replied. "I keep telling myself that's what I need to do, but even my meditation doesn't help. No one aggravates me like she does. She messes up my Qi. I'm tired of living with her, but at least the house is big enough I don't see her often." And Sansa spent most of her time out of the house anyway.
"Hah," Sansa scoffed. "That would never happen in a million years."
"It will only never happen if you let it never happen." He put an arm around her shoulders, and squeezed, "You cannot simply move out."
Sansa hald smiled and half frowned at Gandalf. She knew he was right. Gandalf was always right. It would be annoying if she didn't look up to him so much. "I know," she said. "That won't solve anything. So, I'll keep trying. In the mean time, to help me out, I could use a dime." She reached into her pocket to pull out the money and slipped it into Gandalf's fingers, by holding the hand that was wrapped around her in a warm manner.
"Be careful," Gandalf cautioned, kissing the top of her head and slipping the money into a pocket. He slid her a larger baggie, "The usual discount." He always worried a little, that her family would find out. Then he wouldn't get to see her again.
Sansa slipped the bigger baggie into her other pocket and then put out her joint. It was true. If her parents ever found out she smoked so much weed there would be hell to pay. She wasn't even sure how they would react, but she didn't want to find out. It wouldn't be good. "I will. I always am," she said with a grin.