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Roses are Red, Weddings are Too...Valentine's Day 3

Feb 13, 2013 08:00

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Obligation, Robb/Sansa, PG13 tmitnaiael February 13 2013, 21:33:58 UTC

Sansa's hands are twisted in his tunic and her darkened hair spills against his shoulders and on either side of his face as she leans over him. Her kisses are soft and gentle but he can taste a desperate need in each ( ... )

Re: Obligation, Robb/Sansa, PG13 lokiyan February 14 2013, 03:43:28 UTC

This is lovely and tender. I thought about using Robb/Sansa for this prompt too, but got... distracted lol.

Re: Obligation, Robb/Sansa, PG13 tmitnaiael February 25 2013, 08:19:35 UTC

I firmly believe the world needs more robb/sansa, so... if you ever find the time... ;P

'Til Tomorrow, Oberyn/Sansa/Ellaria, PG-13 lokiyan February 13 2013, 21:55:41 UTC

Let's see if I can actually post this correctly at the third try ( ... )

Re: 'Til Tomorrow, Oberyn/Sansa/Ellaria, PG-13, Part 2 lokiyan February 13 2013, 21:55:57 UTC

"I hear that there was a plan to wed you to Willas Tyrell." The name still stung in her heart - the name she had whispered into her pillow for nights like a prayer. She could only nod in response. "It is a shame. He's a good man and would have made a fine husband. Yes, you would have made a lovely pair ( ... )

Re: 'Til Tomorrow, Oberyn/Sansa/Ellaria, PG-13 just_a_dram February 14 2013, 15:24:24 UTC

he pulled his tunic from his body and placed it around her

I love this.

Re: 'Til Tomorrow, Oberyn/Sansa/Ellaria, PG-13 lokiyan February 14 2013, 21:00:41 UTC

Oberyn has so much swag, he can't even help it.

Honor, Jaime/Sansa, T, character death, post adwd pinkimartini February 13 2013, 22:58:47 UTC

She awoke when she didn’t feel him at her side. Sansa was still tucked in bed securely while he moved across the room to collect his clothing. His body looked like it had been carved from a smooth stone, the way the shadows collected along his skin and muscles made her heart catch. She was instantly warm just thinking of the night before and the way his lips felt when they made their way down her body until she felt him between her legs. Everything she had been told of what to expect was the complete opposite of her wedding night. This was her third time being married but the first time she had been bedded properly ( ... )

Re: Honor, Jaime/Sansa, T, character death, post adwd just_a_dram February 14 2013, 15:31:28 UTC

I love fic about Jaime finding Sansa in the Vale, particularly when she's bloody. I love that you included Brienne too.

Re: Honor, Jaime/Sansa, T, character death, post adwd pinkimartini February 14 2013, 17:48:00 UTC

I started writing it and somehow ended up with a lot more than what I posted. Isn't that how it always goes? ;)

Gossamer, Jon/Satin, R auntcol February 14 2013, 02:10:16 UTC

Satin reached out and brushed his fingertips down the curve of Jon’s spine. It was barely a touch, almost an intention really, but Jon’s muscles visibly tensed, momentarily freezing with his arms extended overhead in the process of removing his shirt ( ... )

Re: Gossamer, Jon/Satin, R just_a_dram February 14 2013, 15:33:20 UTC

Good use of the prompt. Jon's definitely the type to use the excuse that it is just once.

In This Petty Pace, Jaime/Sansa, T lainemontgomery February 14 2013, 02:43:55 UTC

There is a spot toward the middle of his spine- two spots, really, as they mirror each other exactly across their bony partition- where the skin appears thinner than anywhere else. She can study it properly in the queer, greenish light just before the dawn; when he sleeps with his back to her, she moves in, pressing her forehead to his shoulderblade and pressing her fingers to the strange, translucent, papery patches. When she squints, she can see the veins as they bulge and struggle to pump warm blood, even in the coldness of this place. Each cell strives and pushes and exerts, and she feels her own heart and breath quicken in solidarity, in sympathy.

The sun rises, and she finds her attention drawn elsewhere. Jaime's muscles still stand at attention, still as hard and determined and necessary as ever. But the skin at the crease between his neck and collarbone puckers, and lines form around his jaw, around his cheekbones, around his eyes ( ... )

Re: In This Petty Pace, Jaime/Sansa, T lokiyan February 14 2013, 03:52:58 UTC

This was a beautiful piece in contemplation of mortality and aging. It really emphasizes the humanity of these characters and reading that Sansa is thinking these thoughts at 18 is profoundly sad. The language, as usual, is gorgeous and really has a "Winter is coming" undercurrent. Excellent!

Re: In This Petty Pace, Jaime/Sansa, T pinkimartini February 14 2013, 04:16:51 UTC

Yes! It's haunting and perfect. I love that she is feeling of all these things. And I feel that she would commit every single part of him to memory to keep with her always.

Re: In This Petty Pace, Jaime/Sansa, T just_a_dram February 14 2013, 15:27:53 UTC

This pretty much broke my heart, mostly because mortality is terrifying to me and Jaime's so haunted by it here that it only deepens my terror. And what's interesting to me is that instead of feeling like Sansa is well adjusted, because she's come to terms with it, even her acceptance of it seems totally off, like a sick fascination. So, that's sad too. ;) The last line is perfection. You are the mistress of killer last lines.