#sanguy

“I assure you, the signs of your aging are not a problem in the slightest for me,” Guydelot said, a little more breathless and earnest than he’d intended to let on. He lifted his other hand to swipe across Sanson’s cheek, thumbing over the ridges and lines that had appeared and grown deeper with time. Whether it was the twin scars marking his chest, or the faded, diagonal gash on his side, each line marked the highs and lows of his life; achievements and failures, all carved into his skin for the world to see. Time, Guydelot thought, suited him rather well.

A quiet morning in bed between Sanson and Guydelot, many years later.

My rarepair, Sansa and Anguy the Archer :))) your honor, I think they can be happy together.

Did this fanart for my first ever fic, which you can find here:

In the Dark // Sanson/Guydelot // Rated T // 5.5k words

It had not been so many moons since Guydelot had last found himself charging recklessly to rescue Sanson, but unlike those moons ago, Guydelot had no leverage here; no assurance that Sanson would remain unharmed, even for a little time. There were no bargaining chips for soldiers on the battlefield.  

Buoy // Sanson/Guydelot // Rated T // 1.8k words