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Pitch A New Verse
Send 📝 and an idea for a new verse in 50 words or less, and I’ll either decline, accept, or even add to my available verses and/or wishlist.
(If you can’t see the emote, send ‘memo’ + your pitch.)
i amn,,,,,, but a lonely verse,,,,,, i canott chnage this
the real oppressed people are intops (involuntary tops)
“You’re incredibly beautiful, did you know that?”
Say “You’re incredibly beautiful, did you know that?” to my muse for their reaction.
Sitting on the edge of her seat, Sansa tried to relax and remember what Godric had told her before they entered the Inn…
“No one will recognize you. Just stay close to me and try not to look like you’re up to something.“
They had managed to dye her hair along the road since her auburn locks were far too recognizable, but it had been too long since they had stayed in an actual bed, or somewhere with a full roof for that matter. Despite it being a huge risk, Sansa had practically begged him to take it so that they might actually have a chance to have a bath and a decent meal. This was one of the few remote inns they would come across in their journey, and the chances of being found here were slim. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.
She had been on edge since they had entered, but tried her best to look like she was just part of the crowd. Godric had an easier time of blending in, with another goblet of wine in his hands, he talked and laughed at the stories he would tell her, trying to soothe her worries she was sure, and likely compensate for her lack of commoner etiquette.
On a few occasions, his stories would bring a real smile to her lips, relaxing her ever so slightly and when he finally got a real laugh from her, a grin spread across his lips as he looked at her curiously before leaning towards her as if to tell her a secret. She leaned forward, suddenly worried that someone had noticed them and they would have to make a quick escape.
With a knot clenched in her stomach, she prepared for the worst when he whispered in her ear, ”You’re incredibly beautiful, did you know that?“ She chuckled softly, the knot in her stomach relaxed and was replaced by a light airy feeling she was becoming more and more familiar with when she was alone with him.
Shaking her head she leaned away from him, taking his wine glass with her. "I think you may have had enough for tonight.” She murmured loud enough for him to hear, but the smile his words brought to her lips stayed. He had never commented on her beauty before, having always tried to maintain a distance from her in their past couple weeks together. She figured it must certainly be the wine having an effect on him, but knowing that he thought she was beautiful, even with her dark hair and having seen the worst sides of her along their journey, would keep that smile plastered to her face for the rest of the night at the very least.