Game of Thrones - Margaery/Sansa - Remember that this is Margaery
Title: Remember that this is Margaery
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pair: Margaery/Sansa
Wordcount: 200
Rating: G
Warning: implied past abuse
Challenge: Drabbletag 7 - touch
When Margaery reaches out to touch Sansa’s hand, the first impulse of the Stark girl is to shy back. She can’t remember a single person since her parents to touch her without hurting her in some way, may it be beating, luring, pulling …
So Sansa has to remind herself that this is Margaery in front of her who is so different from all the other people she got to know in her past; this is Margaery who has shown her nothing but kindness since they first spoke. In these gentle brown eyes lies nothing but honesty, in this sweet smile is nothing but pureness.
So Sansa lets Margaery take her hand and entwine their fingers, but as soon as they do Margaery’s forehead wrinkles and her look turns into a worried one.
“You’re shaking,” she states and wants to pull back, but Sansa holds on to her warm hand.
“Don’t worry,” she says and takes a deep breath. “It will get better in a moment, I promise.”
And Margaery’s smile returns, though sympathy and knowing and a kind of sadness mingle with the affection in her gaze, and all Sansa wants to do is cling to her and cry.
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pair: Margaery/Sansa
Wordcount: 200
Rating: G
Warning: implied past abuse
Challenge: Drabbletag 7 - touch
When Margaery reaches out to touch Sansa’s hand, the first impulse of the Stark girl is to shy back. She can’t remember a single person since her parents to touch her without hurting her in some way, may it be beating, luring, pulling …
So Sansa has to remind herself that this is Margaery in front of her who is so different from all the other people she got to know in her past; this is Margaery who has shown her nothing but kindness since they first spoke. In these gentle brown eyes lies nothing but honesty, in this sweet smile is nothing but pureness.
So Sansa lets Margaery take her hand and entwine their fingers, but as soon as they do Margaery’s forehead wrinkles and her look turns into a worried one.
“You’re shaking,” she states and wants to pull back, but Sansa holds on to her warm hand.
“Don’t worry,” she says and takes a deep breath. “It will get better in a moment, I promise.”
And Margaery’s smile returns, though sympathy and knowing and a kind of sadness mingle with the affection in her gaze, and all Sansa wants to do is cling to her and cry.