drearforts words

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By the time she turns away from the throne, he’s kneeling before the steps and she almost misses the words that leave his lips in a whisper. They don’t echo against the empty walls that were once home to banners of stags and lions, but the words haunt her like a lingering ghost against her skin nevertheless. She shivers.

“My Queen.”

The throne doesn’t feel entirely hers.

Littlefinger was no threat to anyone. A clever, smiling, genial man, everyone’s friend, always able to find whatever gold the king or the Hand required, and yet of undistinguished birth, one step up from hedge knight, he was not a man to fear.

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petyr/sansa, stranger in the shell of a lover

Usually, it’s in the hotel where he’ll rest his eyes for a moment, then he’ll jolt awake and he’ll see the huddled mass sleeping in the bed across from him. The first thought that will strike him is, “Cat.” He’ll think the past decades were just dreams of a distant life; he’ll think he’s still young and she’s chosen him.

When he remembers who she truly is, he still watches her, watches her chest rise and fall with each soft breath, watches her shift as if she could feel his gaze lingering on her even as she slept. He reminds himself that she’s practically a stranger to him that wears the face on the only woman he ever truly loved.

But strangers aren’t supposed to be this close.

They’re sitting in an airport this time and he’s barely had any sleep. (He blames the lack of sleep for making him more wary of their surroundings. Everything just seems louder; nothing seems to rest.) He’s watching the other exhausted passengers walk past as she’s leaning against the back of her chair, sleeping soundly. He watches signs flicker, he listens to announcements overhead, and he wonders how she can dream through the noise. 

But as she turns to the other side (his side) and rests her cheek on his shoulder, his thoughts focus on her. He searches for her in the remarks of passerbys, searches for her past whirring of other planes departing. ‘It means nothing,’ he tries to convince himself as she nudges into his arm. And maybe it did mean nothing, but he did not dare to move.

And finally, he finds silence.