@hakuneā said:
āiām not afraid to die, just wish i could live a little first.āĀ
DEATH NO LONGER SEEMED SO DREADFUL. a long sleep, eternal peace, a reunion with those lost and gods who damned them throughout their lives. once upon a time, death crawled through the cracks of her mind, causing a young girl to run startled to her mother in the dead of night. though now, sansa welcomes it, sees it as a long lost friend - a bridge to those who they miss most. mother, father, robb ...Ā
though she pushes such thoughts aside. it has grown easier to do such. if she gave into temptation to think of those gone, there would be days wasted and nothing worth avenging. instead, sansa looks to what she has gained. arya, her sister, her pack. together, along with their brothers, they will avenge what was taken from them. they will live the lives they deserved. still, aryaās words unsettle her, despite how much sansa finds herself relating to them. with a sucked in breath, older sister looks to younger, expression twisted as sheās torn between providing comfort or trying to set arya on a different path, a better path, one where she values her life so much more than to just live a little.Ā
let us grow old together, sister. it is what we deserve.Ā
ā such talk seems so normal now, doesnāt it? ā she begins, eyes looking off into the distance, observing the people of winterfell busying themselves in preparation for the wars to come. sansa swallows thickly at her throat, eyes glancing at the floorboards before wandering to arya. thereās a moment where sansa pauses, afraid the words that are about to pour out make her vulnerable, this may be her sister, but sansa had so many walls up. for too long she had been guarded, now with her family by her side, these walls began crumbling, the lady of winterfell slowly allowing herself to be, well, herself, once more.Ā
ā i forbid you from dying, just so weāre clear. ā such words sound almost comical, especially coming from such a solemn woman grown. if anything, this statement belongs to a young child who refuses to accept the realities of war. despite knowing her fair share of death, there might be a small part of sansa who feels this way - who hopes that if she forbids it, aryaās death can be controlled by her, much like with everything else in her life - sheās trying to tighten her grip and control it.Ā
ā youāre all i have left. i donāt think i could handle losing you. i couldnāt bare it. āĀ blue eyes quickly look away, the vulnerability of such words a heavy weight upon her shoulders. eyes stung with tears, though she quickly blinks them away, refusing to break down in such a moment. a moment that probably seemed so foolish to her sister.Ā
