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her mother had always said she was made for dancing. made for more than harsh winters with little sunlight. and in this moment, sansa looks every part the graceful lady, not a single curl out of place – each step taken in fluid movement that looked so effortless. perhaps, too, it did not hurt that she had every reason to want to look like such an imagine, that sansa, in her effortless state, had put in more effort than she can recall ever having cared for previously . . . for the sake of not looking the fool when it was his careful hands that spun her 'round the room.
her brows furrow momentarily, felt off guard by the idea that he had thought she wouldn't be kind to him – delicate fingers placed upon his shoulder as they step in time with one another, sansa's head shakes ever so slightly, just enough to relay her own momentary thoughts. “ . . . whatever whispers cregan has been telling you of me being unkind, i hope you know he is jesting and only spreading such unseemly words because i said he shouldn't have a third helping of desserts if he wished to continue to fit into last winter's breeches. ”
her cheeks flush along the apples at the admission, her relationship with her cousin ever more akin to that of a sibling – ever more apparent that he remained the only family she had left with her own brothers, who had never managed a kind or caring word of her, rotting away in the wolf's den along with her father. better not to think about who had put them there, even better to not consider why they were there at all. sansa wonders, momentarily, if it had been cregan saying such words to jacaerys at all – and if he had been, whether her name had often been a topic between them. and if it had, did that mean the prince might have considered her as often as she had him?
“ you are most deserving of kindness from all, don't you think? ” she asks, a gentle smile curled onto her lips. “ i think i would have to disagree with anyone who said differently, you have been nothing but kind in return to me, i – fear i will be most heartbroken when you leave. ”
Jacaerys blinked, startled by the question that pulled him from his thoughts. He hadn't meant to let the silence stretch so long between them, yet something in Sansa's quiet presence had drawn him inward. Jacaerys extended his hand, bridging the gap between them. Her hesitation was brief, her fingers slipping feather-light into his.
Her hand squeezed his lightly, a gesture meant to reassure, to tell him that her words had been in jest, that she wouldn’t have accepted if she hadn’t wanted to. He could feel the slight tension in her grip, the unspoken thoughts that swirled just beneath the surface.
Sansa, always poised, always graceful, but never without a careful guard around her heart. He wondered if she felt the same stirrings of uncertainty that had begun to grow in him, or if this, for her, was merely another polite moment, soon to be forgotten. At her question, though, his gaze softened. “Troubling?” He almost laughed but held it back, not wanting to misstep in this delicate exchange. “No, Lady Sansa. Nothing troubling. I just... hadn’t expected your kindness.” The words felt weightier than he'd intended, but he didn’t pull them back.
Nicola Coughlan as Penelope Featherington
Bridgerton S3.E6 ∙ Romancing Mister Bridgerton
she is not the easiest person to understand. something helaena knows without being told, without having to bear witness to the abject horror of the faces of those at court who do not even begin to attempt to consider the depths of which her mind reaches. to them she is merely yet another strange girl, yet another targaryen whose coin had tipped to madness. perhaps she was, but it had not been of her own volition – the dragon dreams had not been something she'd asked for, nor something she'd wanted. to be so haunted was not within the wantings of any girl. but there are moments of respite, moments of ease in the cloudiness she finds worthwhile. this afternoon is one of them, her head less full than it's felt in months, helaena is uncharacteristically chipper, a wide, beaming smile as she spins down the hall, arms laden with sweets from the kitchens, intent on spoiling her maids with the desserts she's procured.
until @cataschism catches her wrist, and guides her back gently to the wall instead, desserts spilled onto the floor and sidestepped as wide amethyst colored eyes fall onto his features.
“ aeg – ” no ability to answer, her lips caught just as soon as they'd begun to form his name by his descending and pressing swift. in an instant, the sweets are long forgotten on the floor, her hands busied as they curl into the collar of his doublet and then into his hair. it is not until he has kissed the very breath from her lungs and left her gasping for it that she manages to remember herself, her forehead rested against his as kiss - swollen lips rest mere centimeters away, and pull into a gentle smile. “ good afternoon to you too. ”
:squints: i wont do it. i wont do it. i wont do it.
at a friend’s playing a board game — but i willllll be home later tonight to do some things
sansa stark , novel & headcanon based - timeline / era flexible for interactions . i personally did not watch past sansa's marriage to r*msey b*lton on the show , and have no interest in any television based storylines. generally speaking, i will always find a work around to settle sansa into nearly any fantasy / historical / medieval based verse as is desired; for the sake of brevity, i will try to list them out below as they are created & thought of ! faceclaim is hannah dodd for most things - any aged up interactions will have a different face, though i am not yet settled on who it'll be.
house of the dragon / dance verse — the daughter of lord bennard stark, raised alongside cregan at winterfell as her father served as his regent. when her father and brothers were imprisoned for bennard's inaction and refusal to relinquish the lordship of winterfell back to cregan, sansa was made to swear fealty to her cousin, ever promising her loyalty to cregan over her father, in exchange for being allowed to continue her life as a highborn lady within the walls of the only home she had known -- with cregan acting as her intermediate to eventually wed her off, allowing him a bargaining chip he had not previously been given.
