[ Their faces are incredibly close by now, and Sansa cannot imagine why anyone wouldn't think Brienne is beautiful. It's a different sort of beauty from Sansa herself, but it exists, and she is drawn to it. Drawn to her. ]
I would have us be... the very closest of companions. [ Does Brienne understand? She must. They've been talking around it, Sansa isn't even sure how to explain what she wants, but she does know she wants it. Her gaze flickers, almost without thinking, to Brienne's lips.
She desperately wants to ask, but she's afraid. Afraid of rejection, no matter how unlikely it might seem. Afraid of what it might feel like, to have a kiss that wasn't stolen from her by some cruel man, but given willingly, to her dearest friend. ]
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Date: 2020-09-14 02:19 am (UTC)I would have us be... the very closest of companions. [ Does Brienne understand? She must. They've been talking around it, Sansa isn't even sure how to explain what she wants, but she does know she wants it. Her gaze flickers, almost without thinking, to Brienne's lips.
She desperately wants to ask, but she's afraid. Afraid of rejection, no matter how unlikely it might seem. Afraid of what it might feel like, to have a kiss that wasn't stolen from her by some cruel man, but given willingly, to her dearest friend. ]