CLOSED | prompt eight | RUIN

[dondarrion]

prompt eight | R U I N dressing-room style. closed to rog.

 

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[ It seems almost too perfect that they should find one another, the match between them made too well. Neither had lived before the other and, for a very long time, they knew only sadness and an aching sort of longing — things that nothing seemed capable of fulfilling (leaving them broken and hollow and alone). If Sansa is Petyr's miracle then she is certainly his in return.

Instead of answer she kisses him again, her mouth growing bold upon his, the touch of her hands as they come to cup his face gentle but urgent with a smoldering enthusiasm. Some children bloom early and others bloom late, while others still bloom not at all. If the way Sansa kisses Petyr now is any indication, she had simply been waiting for him to waken her, his nearness rousing her womanhood through earnest touch and fervent kiss. ]

We saved one another, [ she tells him at length. ]