After the first round of
got_exchange we had a surprisingly successful comment fic meme going for a while (
here's a list of all the fics that were written last time), so I thought it might be fun to do this again. (Like last time, it's posted on the mod account journal because I don't want to enable anonymous comments on the exchange community.)
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They’ve had this conversation so many times- while riding side by side through the dense woods, while sitting together by the weak campfire, while curled up against each other under tattered furs on a tiny camp bed. She always takes care to look him right in the eye- lack of eye contact is the easiest way to spot a liar, Petyr used to sayAnd he always nods, always attempts to mollify her with a non-committal “As you say.” But his eyes seem to look past her, never locking on her own fervent gaze. Then he tries to divert her attention, whether with crude japes to make her gasp and laugh or with the deliberate movement of his hand over her curves, his lips on her collarbone ( ... )
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How can he feel that way about his own blood? How can he feel that way about his own son?
It is the latter that prickles her skin into gooseflesh, the latter that makes her want to slap herself silly- this man that she’s trusting to bring her North, this man that she’s accepted as her truest ally, this man that she’s taken into her bed- Joffrey’s father.Yet if she’s learned anything from Petyr Baelish, it is the ability to sift through information, to keep what is useful and place the rest to the side- not discarding, never ignoring, but keeping it away from the here and now. Perhaps one day she’ll confront Jaime with what she knows and ask him how, ask him why ( ... )
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I really like this darker take on their relationship, how Jaime's lack of fealty to her family makes her second guess his loyalty to her (as it should tbh, because she doesn't inhabit his head and she doesn't really know), and the ending is perfect given where her thoughts were earlier--really beautifully done (as always hehe)!! :D
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Your comments are so so SO appreciated, as always, lovely. :)
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I like how Sansa has all these complicated feelings, how Littlefinger is constantly in her head and yet she's still distinctly Sansa underneath.
“Little wolf bitch.” And she’d bitten down on her lip to keep from crying out, hard enough to draw blood; the words echoed in her ears, this time in Joffrey’s triumphant crow- she could see him smiling down at her from the Iron Throne as she fell to her knees, back bloodied and dress torn-
My poor baby, everything about this just makes me want to hug her until the world is alright again (which it probably never will be).
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If Sansa knows about Joff being his son, it's definitely something that's interesting to explore how she might deal with that reality, and it's so believable that she might continue to seek him out, while being repulsed at the same time. So broken. The silence between them speaks volumes.
You should just write Jaime/Sansa for always. :)
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You should just write Jaime/Sansa for always. :)
If I could, I SO would. ;)
You. Are. Amazing.
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