@histcria requested → sansa x margaery; game of thrones
do not underestimate the summer nor the winter rose, for the summer rose has thorns sharp enough to slit your throat, and the winter rose has ice cold enough to freeze the very blood in your veins.
with each word your tenderness grows, tearin' my fear apart
and that laugh..wrinkles your nose, touches my foolish heart
- the way you look tonight // frank sinatra
iconic movies: the godfather, marie antoinette, ferris bueller's day off, atonement, titanic, breakfast at tiffany's
Yes to all! Titanic was a BIG obsession. Not just the movie but the ship and everything about it. I wanted to go to England and Ireland when it was 100 years but I am poor. I was so in love with Atonement, tbat was the peak of my Keira crush. My stupid town was so slow to have it at the cinema. I haven't watched it much since, sadness. But it's such a beautiful movie. The others I've seen one or twice, I think only Ferris would be multiple. One day I'll watch the rest of the Godfathers, I think I've started 2 a couple of times but me putting on a movie is like taking a sleeping pill and I'm asleep in minutes no matter what it is.
Part I & II | Part III & IV | Part V & VI | Part VII & VIII | Part IX & X
IX. The Dream
“Please don’t go,” she pleaded, “Don’t leave me again.”
He clenched his fists against the windowsill while his back remained turned to her. “You know I have no choice.”
“There’s always a choice. Or have you finally done it? You’ve chosen to let me go?”
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He turned abruptly then and crushed her against him before cupping her face to look him in the eye. “I chose you. That’s why I’m doing this. I chose you above all. Everything I’m doing is for you. It’s the only way I know you’ll be safe.”
She closed her eyes then and let the tears flow. “What if you don’t come back?”
She felt him kiss away her tears and coax her eyes open to see him smile at her. “My love, what is it that I promised you? When you asked me where I would go?”
A faint smile graced her face at last. “You corrected me. You told me, ‘where would we go?’”
He stroked her cheek. “Aye. You carry me with you always. Just as I carry you here with me too,” he took her palm and placed it on his chest over his heart. “I came back just as I’ve said, I’ll come back again and I promise I won’t leave without you ever again.”
…
Her skin was ice cold, no matter how much he tried to warm her up while the light in her eyes was slowly fading.
How could he warm her up when he himself was frozen too?
The war had ended, the realm saved, except for her.
She was too stubborn to leave when asked that he had barely been able to see her still alive.
Not that he was any better.
He was wounded too and likely won’t live to see the morning.
“You…came back,” she said weakly and he had to fight through the pain both physically and not to crawl to her and take her hand and cheek in his palms.
“I did…I promised…” he whispered back.
She smiled. “I know…you would…that’s why…I waited…”
“You shouldn’t have,” he said almost angrily.
She gave him a look that was almost fierce if not for the blue in her lips. “We’re here...together…at last…”
He wanted to cry. “We are…”
“We’re here…before the…old gods,” she lifted her hand weakly to trace his face.
“Aye.”
They shared a look and he understood. “Do you take…this man?”
She smiled her radiant smile and nodded weakly. “I take this man.”
And there under the heart tree, they sealed their union with a frozen kiss.
Then darkness.
X. The Rooftop
Jon had just about given up when Daryn called him to say that Wylla’s guest had already left White Harbor. He was up the rooftop doing what everyone told him he did best.
Bloody brooding.
He was already wearing his uniform, stalling as much as he could in hopes of getting a glimpse of her. He was due to leave to fly his plane to Karhold in a few hours.
How could I let this pass?
She was just there with him. Too many times already she was pushed his way and they were actually talking inside the old ballroom too.
Stupid. He was stupid. And now he missed his chance.
How many chances were there?
The bus, the party…he straightened then. Could she be the same person from the plane? The red-head Val and Satin wanted him to greet?
And then he remembered the party after the fireworks. She just disappeared. And he didn’t even know who to look for because all of a sudden Wylla’s guest, the dancer was swarmed by people, causing a commotion while he searched for his mystery girl at the same time dodging being introduced to the guest—oh for fucks’ sake!
He swallowed. What if she was the guest. What if she was the dancer?
But no. It couldn’t be. The dancer had silver hair.
Hair that could’ve been just a wig—Jon Snow you truly are a bloody idiot!
If only he just followed what everyone told him to do then he would’ve met her already!
What was Wylla’s friend’s name? They already mentioned it to him and now he was regretting barely listening.
“Sansa,” he blurted out.
“Yes?”
Jon’s heart almost leapt out of his chest from shock and then realized too late that the voice that answered was familiar. His heart raced and his palms grew sweaty at the realization sinking in that he was suddenly afraid to turn around.
“You…called my name?” he heard her walk closer and he swore he wasn’t breathing.
He swallowed then before he lost his nerve and he’d lose yet another opportunity. So slowly, he turned.
He couldn’t help holding his breath at the sight of her truly in front of him then. His dreams did her no justice.
Her hair had a richer red hue while her eyes were bluer and softer—she was so beautiful that the whole of him ached for her.
She looked taken aback as well, her eyes wide, her full lips slightly open after letting out a quiet gasp. She looked as unbelieving as he did, both their eyes roaming over their forms.
Their eyes locked and visions swam in his mind in what felt like years but was actually just a quick moment.
Did she see them too?
Does she know?
Does she know how long he’s waited for this moment?
Her tearful answer said it all.
“Is it really you…Jon?”
And just like that, tears leaked from his eyes too as he gathered her in his arms and lifted her the same way he did, thousands of years ago when she came to him just as he was brought back.
“It’s me. Sansa, it’s me. Is it really you? Are you really here, my love?” He whispered against her shoulder.
“It’s me, Jon. I’ve waited so long,” she cried with her face pressed against his.
“I’m so sorry, Sansa. I’m sorry it took so long to find you,” he sobbed, holding her as tightly as possible.
They pulled away slightly to face each other. “We’re here now.”
Jon brushed his nose against hers and rested his forehead on hers. “Together. At last.”
Sansa smiled back at him before taking note of his uniform. “You’re the pilot.”
“Aye. And you’re the ballerina,” he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Suddenly she looked worried. “You’re leaving.”
Jon’s smile faded as well. “I thought you left for Winterfell earlier.”
“Jon…how are we going to make this work? I…I’m going on tour soon.”
Jon swallowed. Both their jobs would require them to part but he just had his Sansa back after so many years just to be deterred once more. “We’ll find a way, I promise.”
Sansa looked at him before smiling again and nodding. “We will. Together.” She rested her head on his shoulder then, her arms wrapping around his neck while his wrapped around her back.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered. “I can’t believe we found each other again.”
Jon held her tighter. “I can.”
Sansa pulled away and looked at him so lovingly that his hands traced up until he was cupping her face and neck once more.
After looking into eyes he’s only dreamt of seeing once more, he finally leant down and kissed her.
And for the first time in centuries, there was no darkness that followed.
Inspired by this quote:
“Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Tales of a Wayside Inn
AN: Here’s the last of it. I really hope you like it @weasleyrose! I’ve had this plot for years already and I’m really happy I finally had time to write it down. So thank you for the opportunity (and the deadline haha it really helped). Merry Christmas!
I loved weasleyrose’s attempts at fic from her first go. I loved her edits and her every jonsa scene meme. Can’t get enough of those GIFs. I know she’s going through a health emergency now, but I really do miss her, and hope she feels better soon. Hopefully by the time season 8 comes around she’ll feel all better and down to clown. Love you Ash!
