The ASOIAF Themed Drabble-thon - Round 2: Ours Are the Poor Romantic Decisions

[total_fangirl]

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[fictionalfemme]

Gendry/Arya - Unexpected

The Silence In Between What I Thought And What I Said (Gendry/Arya) - Gen

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It sneaks upon him like a thief in the night. Arya has returned to the Brotherhood, a few years older but still skinny as a rail with a tongue as sharp as Valyrian steel, and it is easy for Gendry to fall back into the familiar rhythm between them: the bickering, the conversations which hint at all which she hides away, the utter frustration at her stubbornness. It is as it always was, right down to her kicking her legs when they share a sleeping pallet

Re: The Silence In Between What I Thought And What I Said (Gendry/Arya) - Gen

[honey_wheeler]

Urk. Know what the best way to stop thinking about kissing someone is? Kiss her a lot. Get it out of your system. Gendry should really look into that.

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Robert/Various - 5 times Robert fathered a bastard

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Renly/Margaery, Renly/Loras - 5 Times Renly Tries to Bed Margaery but Could Only Think of Loras

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Renly/Loras - Renly hates to watch Loras ride in tilts, always afraid he is going to be hurt.

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Mya Stone/Sansa - Sometimes she and Alayne share a bath, and all Mya can think about is how much she wishes she could kiss her.

my lips got lost (Mya/Sansa) - T

[honey_wheeler]

She’s just about the loveliest girl Mya has ever known. It’s nothing that Mya could ever point to, though few would ever contest Sansa’s beauty, especially now that she’s reclaimed herself, taken back her Stark name and let her hair grow in red and shining. Mya had been shocked to learn of her true identity, but not all so shocked once she thought about it; Alayne had never seemed quite right, and it’s a relief to find that this was why. But as beautiful as Sansa is, surely other women are just as beautiful if not more so, legendary beauties like Cersei Lannister and Margaery Tyrell. Mya could not say just what it is about Sansa that makes her a hundred times lovelier than any other in Mya’s eyes. How to explain the tilt of her head when she listens to Mya speak, or the way she bites her lip and gives the tiniest smile when something truly pleases her. How to tell them of the way Sansa’s voice is like silk on Mya’s skin when she whispers at night in her bed, pulling up the linens over their heads and turning to Mya, curling to face