[Is it common for a person to be so surprised when their fondest unspoken wish comes to pass? This could be a dream. Brienne shuts her eyes and tears still slip down her face. She is not crying because of life's cruelty, of her wavering self-worth. Her heart is light, her life narrowed down to one true reality: she was meant to be here with Sansa Stark.
Her heart is proclaiming over and over again that this is alive, that this is waking life. Sansa's lips are smooth, sweet and it is like a first taste of sweet berry wine. Brienne yields to the pressure of this gentle touch, her lips parting before surging forward with her own enthusiastic return. One, twice, thrice.... so few and yet so many when there were never any before.]
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Date: 2020-09-14 07:04 pm (UTC)[Is it common for a person to be so surprised when their fondest unspoken wish comes to pass? This could be a dream. Brienne shuts her eyes and tears still slip down her face. She is not crying because of life's cruelty, of her wavering self-worth. Her heart is light, her life narrowed down to one true reality: she was meant to be here with Sansa Stark.
Her heart is proclaiming over and over again that this is alive, that this is waking life. Sansa's lips are smooth, sweet and it is like a first taste of sweet berry wine. Brienne yields to the pressure of this gentle touch, her lips parting before surging forward with her own enthusiastic return. One, twice, thrice.... so few and yet so many when there were never any before.]