a song from winterfell.

To: Sansa From: Peter

oh jeez, i'm sorry! i was trying to reach some guys i set up a photo shoot for.

but yeah, thanks for the well-wishes.

To: Peter? From: Sansa ♥

sounds like fun! it would be amazing if i could see them one day!

np! it happens to the best of usç

and im free right now ...i have enough time in my hands to focus on this but it was a nice distraction, thanks peter!

To: ???-???-???? From: Peter

hey fyi i may be a little late to this thing.

gotta pick up my aunt from work, but then i'll head right over.

To: Peter? From: Sansa ♥

i dont know who you are, sorry!

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

     Should the situation breach civil conduct and threaten to sever relations between the two houses, Tyrion Lannister would have little choice but to intervene— though he would, unfortunately, be donning Lannister colours in this war.

                          ——-May I speak with you, lady Sansa?

     The words were poised on the tip of his tongue, rearing to be set forth, unleashed as a wave that would surely bring her castle of sand to the ground. Empathy wrangled them in, back into the depths where regret reigned supreme.

          “A welcome interruption if it were, my lady.” Pleasantries commandeered his expression, pinching at the corners of his lips.

     Tyrion cast a mismatched glance toward the open doors just beyond his shoulder, his smile broadening, if only for a moment.

Her lips are still pressed, an insecure smile that can barely repress nerves soon to burst -- what else must she add? 'If I can't say anything good, I might as well not speak.' Uncomfortable pauses or any of the sort were terrible and she pretended focus on their surroundings whenever daring to glance toward him, as if her mind was more entertained with vain thoughts rather than the current affairs.

And it is a fact she found solace in her ignorance, often unaware of ill intention. She couldn't understand the cruelty in others, whatever motivated them to impose such actions were foreign to someone whose naivety allowed a more enjoyable vision of this world -- like now.

This night was but part of a fantasy and she didn't know any better other than denote fascination for even the smallest details, from the starry sky to the gentlest of breezes, leaving behind a scenery full of people and music that once filled every corner.

❝I don't believe I can offer an entertaining conversation, I'm sorry...❞ Finally blurting an honest confession, she turned around to face him after but there was no trace of trouble on her anymore.

Fingers digging into his sides, a loud laugh drew his lips apart and caused the boy to double over, chuckling away at the conversation the two had been wrapped up in for at least a good few months. Sansa, as she had told Jack time and time again, was not very much interested in his deliberately cheesy lines and displays of affection, but that didn’t stop him from producing lines more tailored for crappy hallmark valentine’s day cards than presenting to wealthy young girls with rather powerful families. He felt not unlike the pauper dancing with the princess, which was all the more reason to ruffle her hair and poke her sides lovingly. She was more a sister to him than anything else, her naive nature something he saw as something for him to protect and her gentleness one he boasted. She was kind and that was rare, especially for a kid like himself who seemed to be either the red hot poker or the branded mule, depending on his crowd.

                     ”Alright, alright. I’ll admit it!”

He raised his hands in display of mock surrender, still laughing but managed to choke out the words somehow. 

      “That one was lame. But hey, at least I tried. Someone probably finds that line to be a winning deal!” 

To: “Sansa”?

From: Nami

[txt] oh? well hello there! i’m sure you have the wrong number, i’m sorry ( >.< )

[txt] but it wouldn’t hurt to help out i suppose!

[txt] uwaaa ( * A * ) they’re both so pretty! aaah but it’d really depend on a lot of factors, no? what the weather will be like, the occasion

To: Nami? From: Sansa ♥

i'm very sorry! i didn't mean to seem creepy or anything :( i should have checked first.

if it eases any of your worries, i'm sansa stark :) my father's name is a bit known around the place.

a special occasion? nothing like that...ah! but there is a guy i like very much and he's my prince <3 maybe i should look more :/ what if he doesn't like these dresses?

            The dance hall was all aglow with a light and a life not unlike that to which Elsa had grown accustomed. However, the grand parties hosted by the upper class she had come to know well held one distinct difference from this masquerade in terms of atmosphere. In a sense, this party felt all the more free, attended by those of the upper end and the lower. Truly there was no telling who one might encounter amidst the masked throng.

It was with a delicacy that the young woman weaved her way through the crowd, intent on escaping the setting of the dance floor for a few moments in favor of something to drink. A waitress passed offering glasses of sparkling crystal water and shimmering champagne. Elsa accepted the first with readied gratitude, and next a piece of chocolate held aloft on a tray by another waiter of dazzling white and gold.

So…this was what a party was supposed to look like; not all pressed suits, but merriment and laughter. The observation brought a quiet smile to magenta lips. It was here she made to raise her glass for a sip, only to find herself jostled by an especially boisterous attendee. In nothing short of horror, the blonde sought to hold onto her glass, wincing as the contents partially spattered off onto an unlucky invitee adjacent.

“Please, I’m terribly sorry.” The songstress noted immediately as she turned to face the other woman, something in her cascade of ginger locks striking a memory as if from some time ago. “It’s only water, so it should—“ A slight turn to better view the face with which she was encountered gave Elsa pause, blue eyes widening in surprise the longer she looked, for it could not possibly be…!

'Can it be...?'

❝Elsa?,❞ she questions, somehow unsure of the already slim possibilities of an encounter. Head tilts slightly, perhaps some intruding steps impulsively added as to have a better view.

     It was too good to be true, though she would feel guilty afterwards for doubting the already obvious.

Joy is not hidden in the slightest, excitement that could barely withheld. Arms remain open, indicating they were about to embrace the other but refrain from proceeding. 'Would she be fine if I -- No...There is no reason to decline me something like this...If not, I will apologize...' The sight alone should be considered bewildering and hesitance deters any sudden action, even for the slightest of few seconds. Her friend's voice, once resounding as a distant fragment of a memory, now almost felt tangible.

Disregarding initial apprehension, she dares to hug Elsa. Shying away should have been better but what if this is another of those chances that should not be wasted? An insult to what has brought them together, therefore it cannot be pushed aside. 'Can I pretend this will compensate the gap her presence left? And yet, I pay no mind if it doesn't.'

❝It's you... I can't believe it...❞ Self-control should have been kept in mind but whatever meaning it once had, was entirely ignored. ❝I have no words, it's been forever since I saw you...❞ There is a big difference, neither were capable arranging a meeting and now fate's mystery works had pulled them both -- nostalgia overwhelms and she swore tears were about to show in any instant if she didn't control her composure.

What is important is the fact that the young lady has bothered to answer Kosmos’s rather terrible attempt at a conversation… And with a smile, no less! Red optics stare on at the ginger as she speaks, reflecting her amazement that her face cannot seemingly express at this moment. "…. Yes, the chances of another event such as this, open to any attendee, is minimal… But people always change their minds. So perhaps the chances of another masquerade are higher than initially thought," she responds coolly, folding her hands neatly in front of her lap. Her movements and voice are, at most times, strangely robotic and yet when she speaks to this girl… Her voice sounds more organic and almost softer.

How odd.

Interest perks at what the blue-haired female mentions. It is true, the chances are reduced for another night like this to happen. Nonetheless, it does not disappoint her. It's rarity turned it into an unique occasion, worth of turning into a tender memory that should be preserved during their future years.

Is it real what she hears, though? ❝Then allow me to be disappointed in their attitude for not inviting you to any dance.❞ Disappointment lingers between her words, almost offended at how none was brave enough...maybe they were intimidated? She felt similarly not so long ago but...it was not anything that terrible as to keep her from acting on a bright idea.