Game of Thrones - Asha/Sansa - Peace of the moment
Title: Peace of the moment
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pairing: Asha/Sansa
Wordcount: 235
Rating: G
AN: If you want to, sequel to "Every wave in the lake caused the porcelain to break"
Challenge: Drabbletag 7 - hero (prompt from drabbletag 6)
Sansa cuddles closer to Asha, burying her face in the dirty-blonde hair. Asha smells of salt and wind, of adventure and freedom.
She can feel the rough skin of the ironborn’s fingers, how she caresses Sansa’s arm, and still the redhead wonders how these rough fingers can be so tender and loving.
Asha kisses Sansa’s head. “That’s the best moment of the day: Going to bed with you.”
Sansa smiles. “I agree.”
She thinks of the past few months, how her life had been changed by one happy coincidence. Who knew if she would still be alive hadn’t Asha ‘freed’ her from Ramsay?
She also remembers the dreams she used to have when she was still a young girl, almost a child: That a knight would come, tall and fair, gallant and manly; and how it turned out to be Asha, the daughter of Balon Greyjoy and Theon’s sister, to be her hero after every single knight (and man) had failed her bitterly. All they’ve ever done was hurting Sansa, in every despicable way she could think of. She had been threatened, beaten, and … worse.
“I love you,” she whispers and shoves these dark thoughts away, lays an arm around the other woman and enjoys the peace of the moment.
“I love you too,” Asha answers with a low voice and closes her eyes, her fingers playing with Sansa’s red locks while falling asleep.
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pairing: Asha/Sansa
Wordcount: 235
Rating: G
AN: If you want to, sequel to "Every wave in the lake caused the porcelain to break"
Challenge: Drabbletag 7 - hero (prompt from drabbletag 6)
Sansa cuddles closer to Asha, burying her face in the dirty-blonde hair. Asha smells of salt and wind, of adventure and freedom.
She can feel the rough skin of the ironborn’s fingers, how she caresses Sansa’s arm, and still the redhead wonders how these rough fingers can be so tender and loving.
Asha kisses Sansa’s head. “That’s the best moment of the day: Going to bed with you.”
Sansa smiles. “I agree.”
She thinks of the past few months, how her life had been changed by one happy coincidence. Who knew if she would still be alive hadn’t Asha ‘freed’ her from Ramsay?
She also remembers the dreams she used to have when she was still a young girl, almost a child: That a knight would come, tall and fair, gallant and manly; and how it turned out to be Asha, the daughter of Balon Greyjoy and Theon’s sister, to be her hero after every single knight (and man) had failed her bitterly. All they’ve ever done was hurting Sansa, in every despicable way she could think of. She had been threatened, beaten, and … worse.
“I love you,” she whispers and shoves these dark thoughts away, lays an arm around the other woman and enjoys the peace of the moment.
“I love you too,” Asha answers with a low voice and closes her eyes, her fingers playing with Sansa’s red locks while falling asleep.