Jon and Sansa continue their discussion in her chambers. Sansa forgets to close the door, and creepy pimp finds himself spying on them. He is angry as fuck because the history repeats itself - Sansa is all about how Jon is brave, gentle and strong, and how she can't stand the idea of losing him. And then there's the angsty chamber kiss.
(Hey, I hope this is okay! I don’t usually like writing from LF’s perspective ‘cause he’s such a dick, but this was actually kind of interesting to write! Enjoy!)
Of course Baelish didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the door was cracked open and he heard Sansa’s voice.
“Please listen to me, Jon, I’m trying to help you,” she says.
“I’ve already told you, our focus is on the White Walkers. Cersei Lannister can wait.” The bastard is as much of a fool as his father. Once Sansa realizes who she’s meant to be, she’ll leave him to die of his own mistakes. Baelish is sure of this.
“Cersei always has her way. I don’t want her to hurt you- I don’t want her to hurt us.”
He hates the way she says ‘us’. She has no need to tie herself to the bastard, but she does anyway.
“I’m going to protect you, Sansa, don’t you believe me?”
No, she shouldn’t.
“I do, but-”
Sansa sighs, then takes a deep breath.
He grits his teeth, and in his head all he can hear is Ned. It’s happening all over again, his precious, beloved Catelyn is falling into the arms of Eddard Stark and-
With a terrifying jolt in his chest, he realizes that the room has gone silent. He carefully peers inside, only to see Sansa in the bastard’s embrace, kissing him softly as the fire crackles in the hearth.
His blood freezes, as if winter itself has crawled into his flesh.
(And perhaps it has).