Oh, yes. Of course. [ It likely should have been done soon after she entered the castle, but Sansa hadn't noticed in her haste to get Brienne alone. Get her alone. That makes the whole thing sound unbearably sordid, and nothing could be further from the truth. Sansa knows herself, and she knows Brienne, and there have been many tales of old of knights adoring their ladies. Why should it matter if the knight is a woman too? Brienne belongs here, in Winterfell, by Sansa's side, in her arms. It feels just and true in the way few things in her life have.
She straightens up, reluctantly extricating herself from Brienne. Miraculously, her dress has remained unwrinkled. Indeed, if one of the servants came to the door right now, they wouldn't suspect anything amiss by her appearance. It would take someone who knew Sansa well to see the color in her cheeks. The way she can't seem to hide a smile. ] I can help you with it, if you like.
[Brienne went with her willingly, there was enough time wasted. And while it is a touch unheard of, she has no shame here with Sansa. All of the nerves buzzing her skin and blood are not wholly unpleasant. It reminds her that she is alive. That there are good feelings to be experienced. And the burn in her face is bitter and sweet like the finest wine of the Reach.
Her eyes drop to the choice of dress for Sansa. It is elegant and well crafted. The color of her house only sets her hair aflame all the more. That must also be why the rose blooming in her cheeks settles so perfectly. They both are aflush.]
Please, my lady.
[Formality is the most gentle of teasing. Brienne walks to the chaise, it would be better suited for them both now. And truly it seems silly that they keep playing this game of one sitting, one kneeling or standing. The height difference is not nearly so dramatic.]
...you have never looked upon me as a strange nor silly thing.
[Her voice is low as she begins to lift the panels of metal to show where the leather fastens and buckles lie hidden. How very fitting that she disarm here and now.]
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Date: 2020-09-17 12:58 am (UTC)She straightens up, reluctantly extricating herself from Brienne. Miraculously, her dress has remained unwrinkled. Indeed, if one of the servants came to the door right now, they wouldn't suspect anything amiss by her appearance. It would take someone who knew Sansa well to see the color in her cheeks. The way she can't seem to hide a smile. ] I can help you with it, if you like.
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Date: 2020-09-19 05:49 pm (UTC)Her eyes drop to the choice of dress for Sansa. It is elegant and well crafted. The color of her house only sets her hair aflame all the more. That must also be why the rose blooming in her cheeks settles so perfectly. They both are aflush.]
Please, my lady.
[Formality is the most gentle of teasing. Brienne walks to the chaise, it would be better suited for them both now. And truly it seems silly that they keep playing this game of one sitting, one kneeling or standing. The height difference is not nearly so dramatic.]
...you have never looked upon me as a strange nor silly thing.
[Her voice is low as she begins to lift the panels of metal to show where the leather fastens and buckles lie hidden. How very fitting that she disarm here and now.]