hi can u do “Is that my shirt?” or “You look really tired” for sansaery pls
Sansa rubs her eyes and looks at the clock. It’s 3:14am. She curses at herself because she’s got an 8am with one of the strictest TAs in the world. Perhaps the entire universe. She really needs to sleep if she’s going to make it through the hour of recitation without falling dead asleep. Jon’s fallen asleep in class with her and she’s narrowly missed the marker being thrown at him. The marker would definitely hit her.
Ugh. She groans and pulls herself out of her chair. Half of her calculus homework isn’t even done yet. Her weakest subject that keeps her up at night, literally and figuratively. It’s not even due in the morning, but it takes her so long that getting a start on it early eases her anxiety.
She stumbles out of her room to a bright living room. Her eyes shrink into squints at the light of the suite dorm. She winces audibly.
The voice is unmistakably her roommate’s and it’s annoying. How can anyone sound so awake at 3 in the morning?
“Why are you up so late?” Sansa groans as her eyes readjust to the light brighter than the desk lamp in her room.
Margaery stands in the kitchenette with a glass of juice looking awake and beautiful. How in the world? She’s wearing a pantsuit, black ankle trousers and a black blazer with a crisp baby blue button up. Her immaculate brown hair is half up with waves down her back.
“Mock trial practice,” Margaery sighs as she takes a big swig of her juice. “I didn’t think you’d be up this late.”
Sansa groans. “It’s because of calculus.”
“Yeah.” Sansa moves to the fridge for something to drink. She wishes she could enjoy Margaery’s beautiful looks right now, but she’s too tired.
Margaery moves aside before saying, “Oh, I have the last of the juice. Sorry didn’t think you were going to be up,” she apologizes, knowing that Sansa likes to drink something before bed. “The milk was expired.”
Sansa frowns at the unfortunate turn of events. She opens up the fridge anyway, wondering what else there is. “It’s okay,” she absently says. “Water isn’t a bad idea either.”
Margaery touches Sansa’s shoulder to get her attention. “Here, take the rest. I can get some more after class tomorrow.” If Sansa wasn’t so tired, she’d refuse, feeling shy to share a drink with her roommate, but at this hour and the need to sleep trumps her shyness.
“Thank you,” Sansa says tiredly as she takes the glass from Margaery.
“If you need a tutor, I can ask Lancel if he has a slot open for his tutoring session,” Margaery offers. She tucks a stray hair behind Sansa’s ear. She strokes the rest of her hair tenderly.
Sansa doesn’t fight it. In fact, this time around she revels in it. Thankful that she decided to room with the senior because she takes care of her well. “I’d appreciate that.”
Margaery smiles at the younger girl. “I’ll let him know. I have to go. We have to run the trial one more time.” She strokes Sansa’s hair once more. “Get some rest. Don’t get hit by Joffrey’s markers tomorrow.”
Sansa nods, enjoying Margaery’s touch as she finishes the juice. Margaery gives her a small smile before leaving. It’s only when the door closes that Sansa leans back against the fridge, staring after Margaery, missing her already. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.” She says to the empty dorm. Maybe tomorrow she’ll say it to Margaery.