[ If a knock came at the door now, Sansa isn't sure how she would react. It feels like everything outside this room has disappeared completely. Sansa can feel herself start to tremble as Brienne kneels, and kisses her hands. It feels desperately right, but also not enough. There is an ache that has been inside her for a long time, one that she thought might go away when she became the leader of a free North, but it didn't. It feels as though it is loosening now. Her heart is tripping wildly in her chest, but her gaze is steady. ]
My Brienne. How I missed you. [ Sansa smiles. Her hands squeeze Brienne's. And she doesn't look away, not as she bends, crouching slightly so they're on the same level. Not as she pulls a hand away from Brienne only to touch her face gently. And certainly not as her own face comes closer, closer, closer until she can finally press her lips to Brienne's.
It's not what a Queen should be doing, she knows. But it feels so right. People should write songs about moments like this. ]
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Date: 2020-09-14 03:02 pm (UTC)My Brienne. How I missed you. [ Sansa smiles. Her hands squeeze Brienne's. And she doesn't look away, not as she bends, crouching slightly so they're on the same level. Not as she pulls a hand away from Brienne only to touch her face gently. And certainly not as her own face comes closer, closer, closer until she can finally press her lips to Brienne's.
It's not what a Queen should be doing, she knows. But it feels so right. People should write songs about moments like this. ]