#jonsa healing

[grandcollections]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary (by me):

When Sansa leaves the pain behind, there’s only one place for her to go: Jon Snow’s apartment. There she heals. And what’s his becomes hers, then theirs. 

Comments:

Yeah So Maybe I Enjoy Crying....

This hurt though. I don’t like seeing Sansa in such pain... any Sansa post-abuse fics hit me hard because they remind me of my own experiences but at the same time it’s part of why I connect so much to Sansa and her strength as a survivor. 

The writing is stellar, real. The passages gloss over time and the details the author chooses to perfect on are the perfect ones to communicate everything that’s happening, the emotions Sansa and Jon are feeling. Her pain and his helplessness. Then her healing. And their closeness. 

“You were occasionally awful.” (Part of him secretly wishes that she still was. He would rather have her be haughty and awful and cruel than so beaten and broken.)  I LOVE THIS SENTIMENT. I die for Jon wishing Sansa was still as she was when she was a child because it means she wouldn’t have suffered. I think it’s perfect characterization and heartwrenching.

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Then she starts reading. His apartment is full of books and she devours them. He finds them, finished and discarded in the bed, the laundry basket, on the bathroom vanity, the coffee table, the kitchen counter.... ugh this made me emotional, what can I say.... that’s what I did too. After I left my situation I devoured books. My life, my healing was books and my cat. Anyway, I really connected to this line. 

I didn’t loooove the Catelyn choices, I prefer to avoid fics where she treated Jon badly especially since it doesn’t really apply well in modern AU, but it’s such a tiny, background part of the fic that it doesn’t matter. Just wanted to mention for those sensitive to Catelyn-bashing (though I wouldn’t call this bashing at all) like me.

Some of the passages were just gorgeous, simple but so emotional, the perfect cocktail for me. Like:  He doesn’t have champagne flutes, but she laughs, a real laugh, and tells him that bubbles are bubbles as she fills a pint glass, and he would give anything to hear her laugh again. He watches her sip the champagne and for the first time she looks like the girl he knew, the Sansa he remembers from what feels like long ago.

I loved, loved, loved this.