[ whatever protest she has to say dies a very quick, painless death as Claire cups her face and keeps speaking and Sansa falls abruptly silent again, biting down on her lip so hard it hurts because she's not used to this, not even after all these months.
she doesn't dare to speak, for fear that all that comes out is unintelligible blubbering, because that is how she feels — a child, unable to find the words, overcome with the urge to stop blinking her eyes so furiously and let the moisture that's gathering there fall. instead, she leans forward, hugging Claire, leaning her head so that Claire's chin rests on the top of her head. ]
... you know that I do, too? [ she can't remember if she's ever said as much, and it feels terribly important that she does — she feels safe, and loved, something she'd almost forgotten about. something she's not felt since she was thirteen and in Winterfell, her mother brushing her long hair and telling her what a beautiful lady she would grow up to be. ]
I love you too, Mom. Very much. [ it doesn't register with her, not immediately, what she says. ]
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[ whatever protest she has to say dies a very quick, painless death as Claire cups her face and keeps speaking and Sansa falls abruptly silent again, biting down on her lip so hard it hurts because she's not used to this, not even after all these months.
she doesn't dare to speak, for fear that all that comes out is unintelligible blubbering, because that is how she feels — a child, unable to find the words, overcome with the urge to stop blinking her eyes so furiously and let the moisture that's gathering there fall. instead, she leans forward, hugging Claire, leaning her head so that Claire's chin rests on the top of her head. ]
... you know that I do, too? [ she can't remember if she's ever said as much, and it feels terribly important that she does — she feels safe, and loved, something she'd almost forgotten about. something she's not felt since she was thirteen and in Winterfell, her mother brushing her long hair and telling her what a beautiful lady she would grow up to be. ]
I love you too, Mom. Very much. [ it doesn't register with her, not immediately, what she says. ]