Nocturnal - A Podsa Ficlet
So, voilá, a little Happy Valentine’s Podsa ficlet right out of the oven for my fellow Podsa lovers.
He twitches in his sleep, her husband.
And it’s one the cutest things he does, though she won’t tell him that. That’s something she’ll keep to herself for now. But she does find it cute; because he makes these faces like his dreams are fun and happy and she gets to witness that. And she finds it funny because he’s not twitchy in his wakeful hours.
No, he’s soft and steady when he walks beside her. Proud and encouraging when he looks at her from across the room. Strong yet caring when he kisses her, when he loves her.
Oh, Brienne and Podrick himself have regaled her with tales of his clumsiness on a horse in their earlier days, of how he didn’t know how to cook a rabbit or hold a sword properly and she can see it, if she squints. He was shy when he was around her in Kings Landing, following Tyrion and Bronn around like a faithful puppy, but he seemed so different to her afterwards.
Brave and kind and patient, her knight in not-so-shiny-armor, coming to her rescue just when she had stopped believing in knights and could barely hope for the existence of good men.
So, it is funny that he twitches, and snores a bit and hugs the furs sometimes, that last habit - one he blames on the cold even after all these years-, one she could swear he does on purpose just so that she has to crawl to him for warmth because her southern man usually wakes up right after she snuggles up close to him and he greets her with a silly grin “Sansa… what were you doing so far from me?”
She’s heard from other ladies that the novelty wears off, that in a few years all women grow tired of their men’s habits and maybe it’s true, but for now she rejoices in taking notice of all these little cute things because she couldn’t before, as sneaking in and out of each other chambers for months was thrilling but not conductive to just stopping and enjoying… this.
“Me? You’re the one who takes the covers and runs with them” there’s no ill will in her words and his lips turn up as he pulls the furs to envelop them both.
“Lies, all lies. I’d never leave my wife unprotected” he says that last bit on a yawn that makes her chuckle as she lays her head on his shoulder.
“No, you wouldn’t” she knows that.
“nu-hu” he mumbles and she can feel him going right back to sleep, and just before she follows, lulled by his breathing, she notices a twitch. Cute.
Podsa is a double snack Ficlet Podrick Payne Sansa Stark Podrick x Sansa, Game of Thrones,