it’s such a struggle i’ve made a decision on every bracket EXCEPT sancella vs lyme i’m so conflicted please give more tidbits to help me decide i am in AGONY
okay i feel like this should be an ILLEGAL ask but also i’m super easily persuaded so like why the f not, YOU CAN GET THREE PARAGRAPHS EACH!!
disclaimer: this is merely conjecture on what story could be, who knows if these three paragraphs exactly would end up in the work
sansa & myrcella GLOW au excerpt:
Myrcella found her in their changing space which she was pretty sure used to be a storage room if the rusting metal and stained floors was anything to go by. Sansa was sitting in the way she always sat, like she should be at tea or holding some kind of meeting, like she didn’t know how to shake the lessons of being a proper young lady from her. The bright greens of her makeup were still streaking around her eyes as she tried to wipe them off with a tissue dabbed in coconut oil.
“It was a good match,” Myrcella said. She didn’t know what she had wanted to say, but she knew she had needed to say something to break this space, to let Sansa know she was here. “Your sister seemed really into it. And who was that other guy? Your brother?”
“My cousin,” Sansa said, voice clear, but there was a sigh afterward that had her shoulders curving inward slightly. Perhaps the only reason Myrcella noticed was because she, too, had been trained to have that aristocratic posture and never let it up. “I didn’t know they were going to be here.”
lyanna & jaime historical reenactment au excerpt:
Jaime appeared from what seemed nowhere to offer her a hand off her horse, which she ignored with a roll of her eyes and hopped down without help. “I’m fine, Lannister. Please go take your misogynistic chivalry somewhere else.”
“It’s called being polite. Manners,” he drawled, raising a brow. Him and his stupid, perfect looking face looking at her like she was some kind of... disappointment. Lyanna was pretty sure that’s what annoyed her the most. Like even when she was on the horse it seemed he sat on a higher one, some way of living in the world that was meant to be superior to hers. Well, he could fuck right off. “I don’t imagine you wolves would have heard of them, though.”
“Oh, so insulting me is polite? Who’d you learn that one from? Mommy or daddy? Was it on the yacht or in the summer home?” she asked, tilting her head and eyeing him all the while. “Sorry, us wolves rarely get out of the woods. I would never understand...” She waved her hand in his direction as she placed a look of confusion over her features, “this.”
