Comment fic meme #2
After the first round of got_exchange we had a surprisingly successful comment fic meme going for a while (here's a list of all the fics that were written last time), so I thought it might be fun to do this again. (Like last time, it's posted on the mod account journal because I don't want to enable anonymous comments on the exchange community.)
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“May I go and watch Jon and Robb ride, Father?”
The last word halts Ned in his steps, and he pivots on his heel to regard the tiny figure trotting along in his wake. Sansa stands still, her posture flawless, her hands clasped in front of her. Wispy red curls perfectly in place, woolen dress without a single wrinkle, wide blue eyes calm and patient.
Gods, barely three years old, and she has better manners than most of the young women in Robert’s court.
The Lord of Winterfell approaches his little daughter and kneels on the ground to look her in the eye. “‘Father’, is it?” he inquires gently. A tiny twinge of sadness- almost of loss- pricks at his heart when she nods. He draws his thumb over the slope of her rosy cheek and quietly asks, “Whatever happened to ‘Papa’?”
Sansa frowns, her composure ruffled ever so slightly. “Septa Mordane says that it’s common. She says that proper ladies always call their fathers “Father” and their mothers “Mother”. Only peasants say “Papa”.”
For a moment, Ned deeply regrets acquiescing to Catelyn’s request for a septa in the house. Southerners have such strange ideas, such peculiar rules...
The stinging in his chest grows as he continues to look at the little lady, the little woman-child- in no time at all, she’ll be properly grown, and if she’s half as pretty as he imagines, he’ll be drowning in offers for her hand.
But right now she has a baby’s softness in her cheeks, a baby’s chubby fingers, and he’ll be damned if he lets her stop being a baby quite yet.
“I suppose that your septa knows such things well, far better than I,” he begins. But then he leans in and whispers with a smile, “But when it’s just you and me, you can call me what you like. What do you think?”
Sansa takes a moment to consider, and Ned feels a ridiculous pull of anxiety in his stomach. But then her doll-like face splits into a wide grin, and she hugs her father tight around his neck. “Yes, Papa.”
And as Ned folds her into his arms, his sweet summer baby, he lets himself dream for a moment that he might keep her here forever.
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Thank you so much for this wonderful adorableness, I have SUCH a thing for Ned Has Feelings About His Family. And I especially just love him and Sansa ever since AGoT where Rickon is apparently supposed to be a man at three but when a bethrothal is mentioned Ned is having a heart attack "OMG SHE'S ONLY ELEVEN!!!11!!!one!"
Ugh this was so adorable and I love that she agreed with him in the end because HIS HEART, she's going to grow up so fast BUT NOT YET. Simply so, so sweet.
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I think the show especially does a really good job of emphasizing the relationship between Ned and Arya, but we really don't see much of him with Sansa. But Sansa is TOTALLY Daddy's little princess.
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I think you're really onto something with this- and it's sort of ironic, because she's the Stark child who most wanted to distance herself from the North in the first book.
Thank you for commenting!!
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Thank you, lovely!
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I LOVE YOUR bb!Sansa, forever the perfect lady, and Ned's anxiety at her growing up (and his mental head-shaking at the the strange ways of Southerners hehe) have got to be the sweetest things ever <333
Really wonderfully done!! :)
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