And the Ice will Melt Away - Sansa x the Smalljon
(For anonymous using this prompt- holy shit this is actually a really happy fanfic??? i don’t know to make of that. of course it kind of spiraled into arya and sansa sister-feels, but this is also just about sansa being happy and finally being treated right. because my real OTP for sansa is just sansa/happiness.)
A N D T H E I C E W I L L M E L T A W A Y
She picked at her hair nervously, unable to stop herself, though she knew that he wouldn’t care about her hair. He didn’t care about any of that. One time, just a moment before he’d arrived at Winterfell, she’d tripped on a bit of ice and fallen onto the ground. When she’d picked herself up with Jeyne Poole’s help, she’d had dirt on her dress and her hair had come undone; of course he’d appeared in front of her right then, but he’d just smiled and asked if she was alright, never once commenting on her appearance. She liked that about him. He never picked at her, never seemed to want her to improve, was always perfectly content with how she acted and looked.
Of course she was nervous though. He was of the North, strong, rugged yet handsome, and older than her as well. She had commented that she was worried that she was too much of a Southerner for him, but he’d shaken his head and told her, “If anything, I am too Southerner for you. The Starks have winter in their bones, and you have it more than most, perhaps from your time in the South.”
If she could pinpoint the exact moment when she realized that she felt strongly for him, it would have been then.
“You know, if you keep picking at your hair, it’s just going to fall out,” Arya drawled from behind.
Sansa turned around to shoot her younger sister a glare, but the other girl just grinned at her. It was a hollow jest, one meant to bring Sansa out of her worrisome daydreams, and it did the trick. She harrumphed and looked back to her reflection. “At least I have hair to pick at,” she replied, making herself sound as snotty as possible. “Your hair is still growing into a mess, thanks to all the times you cut it.”
At this her sister laughed. There was a smacking sound on the floor, letting Sansa know that her sister had jumped to her feet, and then she felt arms wrap around her and saw her sister’s face in the mirror, her sharp chin on Sansa’s shoulder. “You do not need to worry so much. He always goes on about how you’re the most gorgeous girl in Westeros.” When Arya pulled away, Sansa turned in her chair to look as her sister stood with an open expression on her face and her palms up in the air. She then went on in an absurdly deep voice: “’I’ve been everywhere with His Grace, fighting battles all throughout Westeros, but I’ve never seen a girl shine so brightly as Sansa Stark. She’s prettier than that first spring snow.’”
“Arya!” Sansa proclaimed with a gasp, blush tinting her cheeks. “Stop it. He does not say things like that.”
“Does too,” Arya insisted, that sneaky grin back on her face. “It’s even worse when the others convince him to drink. Just can’t stop going on and on about you. Rather annoying really. Dacey always goads him into it, just because she knows it peeves the other men.”
Sansa shook her head. “You are ridiculous. You all are.”
“Of course he is,” Arya replied, shrugging her shoulders. “He’s in love.”
Two bits from TitanCon
- Greatjon Umber won’t be appearing in S2. Given that Robb’s plot is being emphasized, this is a bit curious. Perhaps they’re focusing on Roose Bolton and Rickard Karstark? Umber isn’t out or being recast, and he will presumably be back for S3. I’m wondering if maybe it’s a scheduling issue with the actor? In any case, in his absence I’d personally like to see a bit of Maege Mormont, one of my favorite background characters.
- Sophie Turner says she is about to fly to Dubrovnik to film a scene that she is “dreading.” As Sophie is deathly allergic to horses, and they’ve been dressing that street set this week, it seems likely that they’re about to film the Sansa and the Hound against the stampeding crowd sequence.
