this account is merely for enjoyment. i do not own sansa stark nor the rights to her. she is a canon character from the novel series & show 'game of thrones'.
The Lord remained ever attentive, a genial smile came to his lips, his expression also hinting along borderline concern. Seasickness, however innocent it may be, could take a toll upon a girl who’s never set foot upon a ship. And the waters, as they sailed closer to the coast, were unforgiving. Upon her request, Petyr nodded, offering a firm arm for her to grasp upon. “Come, perhaps a sip or two of wine will still your stomach for a time. I have learned it helps.”
It seemed as if so many things were happening at once. News of her mother and brother’s death; their s l a u g h t e r. Now, the death of Joffery. Even may it not be as tragic in her eyes, it certainly was a shock. Enough to still leave her shaken in this very moment. Pale fingertips dagger gingerly toward his coated arm, wrapping around and holding her form up with the help of his. At the mention of wine the bird scrunched her features. The sour taste and scent repulsed her enough to never touch it again, only when she needed to. Perhaps this was one of those times. “I cannot thank you enough, Lord Baelish.” Sansa’s lips drenched sincerity as her gaze moved elsewhere along the ship. “For your kindness.”
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She had learned by the patterns of his breathing, just as she had her husband when she had no choice but to lay with him, that he had fallen into a deep sleep. However, the stance that he was in was quite uncomfortable and a bit alarming. His nose, was buried into the back of her locks, inhaling and exhaling warm breath onto her pale skin; prickling it into small bumps. His arms did not surround her, but his digits gingerly traced along the back of her shift.
‘It is the most comfortable bed on the ship, sweetling.’ His words continued to dagger at her. Of course, when he insisted she take the bed and he the bench above deck, she had no choice but to insist that he sleep with her. Even may it be improper, he practically rescued her. The least she could do was show him decency in return.
The constant chill made her feel bare, even more bare than she was. Beneath her shift, bumps swelled over her pale almost translucent skin. She didn’t dare reach for the blankets that clouded by her waist, even she felt a second-hand embarrassment within the encounter.
Mossy hues gazed at the girl long as she looked about, the Lord planted a hand upon the railing as he stood close beside her. Topside of the ship they sailed upon. “When you are up to it then, I could show you around.“ He offered, his voice lowered just for her. Men worked around them, as he did so. Petyr was well aware of Sansa’s uneasiness to being upon the water. He wasn’t about to parade her throughout the ship in fear of her wrenching over the recently cleaned deck.
It wasn’t so much of being on a ship that nauseated her, but of the water that was constantly rushing beneath their feet just a few feet down. ”Normal movement might help.“ Uneasily, she let go of her tightened grasp of the side of the ship and balanced herself with a hand to her stomach. Perhaps a person to hold onto may do the trick as well as the two strolled around. "Would you mind if I held onto you? Just in case my body decides to go against my mind.”
ofliesandarborgold said: "Metaphorically, perhaps I was referring to wondering if you were actually lost my sweetling. Ship is bigger than it seems.“
”Oh.“ Was the only response that managed to harbor her mouth. A tentative gaze fixates loosely as she meets his, palms moving to her abdomen as she turns from the side of the ship. "Perhaps, but..” Sansa paused, taking a minute to look around her surroundings. “ I hope I’m not.” Semi-aware of her surroundings, her hair whisked in the refreshing night air.
The question that she had been asking herself approached her ears. Water streamed around the rocking ship, as did the sky set dim with the sun peaking over it’s shadows.
Was she lost?
”I’ve been lost ever since I left Winterfell, Lord Baelish.”
