Ok but which part of ur otp unironically calls themselves “a fucking delight” and which one immediately snorts
I saw you as another god
I could play with in this
maze of leaves and lovely blood,
performing hieroglyphs for you
with my teeth and agile feet
and dead hens harmless and jolly
as corpses in a detective storybut you were serious,
you wore gloves and plodded,
you saw me as vermin,
a crook in a fur visor;
the fate you aim at me
is not light literature.
When Harrold lay a crown of autumn wheat and wildflowers in her lap, the stands burst into raucous applause; even Myranda, carrying resentment never spoken of at supper or atop shared pillows in the night, managed a roguish grin, an excited kiss to Alayne’s cheek as the knight rode off. It was Petyr who beamed down at his daughter with broadest smile though, knuckles dragging along one cheek as he straightened the circlet upon her brow. Another feast filled the great hall with songs and shouts until dawn crept along eastern horizon with tentative fingers of rose, of peach, of gold. The Young Falcon claimed nearly every dance, but while she wore his favor at last the bastard girl granted him only a chaste embrace goodnight. Alone, the Mockingbird told her there would be new lessons, new expectations, now that the Hardyng boy would spend some time amongst their number. He had a great many plans for his daughter, plans which might only be shared beneath the watchful light of midnight tapers…
petyr x sansa week » who else would i be? (day 5)
As years slowly passed, discontented whispers died, those with objections to a marriage between wolf and mockingbird won over piecemeal. Some, already old men when Robb Stark called his banners to march southward, simply passed; others possessed sensibilities altogether more courtly, capable of persuasion via grants of land, raised incomes, the arrangement of marriages to young, comely brides. All the rest found their complaints worn smooth by time’s passage: no plague struck crops or livestock, no spirits stole away children in the night, no mighty storm swept across the continent to punish Winterfell for housing so unlikely a match. They were forever joined. Across council table eyes would meet, beryl and sapphire, and through corridors they would stroll with fingers intertwined. Gradually it was no longer the Stark Queen and Lord Baelish who occupied a northern keep, but them, they, together as one. A shift seen as readily between the pair as in their kingdom, an unhurried intermixing of experience and innocence which promised to draw forth Spring’s green shoots even from under the deepest of Winter’s snows.
petyr x sansa week » the cold winds are rising (day 6)
Sometimes she caught him staring, just like that first day of Father’s tourney so many moons ago. They were friends now, Lord Baelish and the late King Robert’s Hand, though it seemed to Sansa that the Mockingbird made much more of his association with the Wolf. Oftentimes her father would come to supper with a hand pressed to his temple, trying to banish all the cares he had never intended to shoulder when first asked southward by boyhood friend. Their paths would cross nearly every day; whether in the Hand’s Tower, strolling through the castle gardens, or merely taking her leisure within the Keep, Sansa never failed to see him — or else, Lord Petyr never failed to find her. He came to call at their rooms frequently, and lingered overlong despite a father’s absence. At first Baelish would share with her the Queen’s state, and Joffrey’s, the difficulties this new council faced in moving the realm forward after such treason. Yet then talk would turn to her: her likes, her dislikes, her opinions and wants. This is how a suitor would behave, Sansa thought. But such an arrangement was impossible…was it not?
petyr x sansa week » even the humblest pieces can have wills of their own (day 1)
Petyr and Sansa Week 2015Day 1
↳ “In the game of thrones, even the humblest pieces can have wills of their own. Sometimes they refuse to make the moves you’ve planned for them.”
petyr/sansa + daemons au (requested by petyrbaelishs)
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you
“Innocence and experience make for a perfect marriage,” he had said.
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Though wolves still prowled along the castle battlements, it was a mockingbird which nestled itself, dangling from a silver chain, at the hollow of her throat. The most foolhardy men dared whisper that a plot, rather than a wayward arrow, cost Ser Harrold his life; yet amidst the din of battle, none could ever truly swear someone other than the gods conspired to steal from the Young Falcon that which he held most dear. Winter’s Queen appeared impervious to such rumor, one ear ever bent towards her most loyal councilor, her most cherished friend. Once told the dagger at one’s back often cut the fatal blow, the wolf kept the songbird by her side. A maiden’s innocent love had long ago been tainted by experiences of loss, betrayal, cruelty; and while some lords quietly exulted in every shrewd glance, he found such circumspection only made him cherish her all the more. For in their chambers, with every setting of the sun, she became the pupil, and he the instructor once more.
Petyr/Sansa + endgame (requested by vanessaivery)
