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cw: game of thrones, ramsay bolton.
It took her time to peel herself off of the bed. Ramsay had long since left. Where he went, Sansa didn't ask. She knew he'd left, and that he would return in time. Every time he left she prayed he would never return, but so far the gods had been far from kind. It was almost as if they took delight in seeing her in pain.
She knew Ramsay certainly did.
It was terrible- everyone here knew what he was like. What he did. And yet he carried on in public as though he loved his young wife. It was a cruel game, as everything was to him. But she would not die here- she was Sansa Stark of Winterfell and this was her home. She would survive, find strength in the cold that ran in her blood. But it was hard to always remember that, when her body felt broken, her soul so weary.
Assuming she was alone in the room, Sansa's long, elegant fingers pulled on the sheets, her pale legs, crossed at the ankles, brought up to her chest. It was then she began to weep.
It took her time to peel herself off of the bed. Ramsay had long since left. Where he went, Sansa didn't ask. She knew he'd left, and that he would return in time. Every time he left she prayed he would never return, but so far the gods had been far from kind. It was almost as if they took delight in seeing her in pain.
She knew Ramsay certainly did.
It was terrible- everyone here knew what he was like. What he did. And yet he carried on in public as though he loved his young wife. It was a cruel game, as everything was to him. But she would not die here- she was Sansa Stark of Winterfell and this was her home. She would survive, find strength in the cold that ran in her blood. But it was hard to always remember that, when her body felt broken, her soul so weary.
Assuming she was alone in the room, Sansa's long, elegant fingers pulled on the sheets, her pale legs, crossed at the ankles, brought up to her chest. It was then she began to weep.
"Isobel said she'd babysit tonight -- overnight -- if we wanted to go out or something," Michael says as he comes out from the nursery that they'd set up in the homestead. They'd officially moved into a while ago and it was still taking some used to to realize that he really had a home. He had a family of his own.
"What do you think?"
"What do you think?"
Truth be told, it was something Poe was still marveling over as well, the one thing he thought he'd never have, and while it was... not exactly what he'd been expecting, he wasn't going to complain because it was better. The nursery was in what had been his old room, and they hadn't done much redecorating, in that all his model ships were still hanging from the ceiling, and really all they'd done was take down the posters and replace the wallpaper border around the center of the walls with something more kid-friendly, in this case cartoon animals in many different cartoon vehicles.
"Well if that's your way of saying we should head across the border and get a hotel room for the night, I'm in." His smile spread, "But if you're saying we should just go get dinner and maybe a movie and be back before dawn, I'm good with that too."
"Well if that's your way of saying we should head across the border and get a hotel room for the night, I'm in." His smile spread, "But if you're saying we should just go get dinner and maybe a movie and be back before dawn, I'm good with that too."
Gar has been moping since the disastrous conversation with Teddy. Even if he generally acted like himself it's hard to hide completely when you live in close quarters with people. And Dawn? She's good at noticing that sort of thing even though Gar generally refused to talk about it. The fact that it was about his boyfriend had ended up being confessed. She would have figured it out anyway since he generally talked to and about Teddy a lot and suddenly he hasn't been.
But Gar's got no suspicions when she drags him out of the tower and out to the park he sometimes hung out in. She sat him down on a bench with some line about him needing to stop hiding or something.
But Gar's got no suspicions when she drags him out of the tower and out to the park he sometimes hung out in. She sat him down on a bench with some line about him needing to stop hiding or something.
At least someone had fed him a line. Teddy? Teddy had followed Billy. 'We may not be dating but I still know how to cheer you up'. That had been Billy's argument. That they should go to his favorite ice cream stand.
He even has an ice cream in hand when Billy says hold on, he had a call from his parents and walked away. That had been five minutes ago, with Teddy licking his ice cream. And eventually he had started to wander to try and find a bench. The nearest one... happened to be occupied by Gar.
And that's when he realizes it was going on. A set up.
Dammit.
"Gar."
He even has an ice cream in hand when Billy says hold on, he had a call from his parents and walked away. That had been five minutes ago, with Teddy licking his ice cream. And eventually he had started to wander to try and find a bench. The nearest one... happened to be occupied by Gar.
And that's when he realizes it was going on. A set up.
Dammit.
"Gar."
Gar frowns when Teddy joins him. He doesn't say anything about it until the other's saying his name. Where he'd almost buried down all the hurt and negativity he'd been feeling it all comes straight up to the surface just hearing his voice. He presses his lips together.
"Teddy. What are you doing here?"
It hadn't actually dawned on him that Dawn had set him up yet.
"Teddy. What are you doing here?"
It hadn't actually dawned on him that Dawn had set him up yet.
"Billy said we were going for ice cream to make me feel better after, you know, another failed relationship."
Which was what Teddy had described it as.
Which was what Teddy had described it as.
"Was pretty sure you decided I wasn't worth it after I told you I didn't want to give you something in a way that made me feel comfortable."
It made sense to him, but Gar had shut him out.
It made sense to him, but Gar had shut him out.
Dammit, he still doesn't get it, does he?
"Gar, can't you just put yourself in my shoes for a moment?!"
"Gar, can't you just put yourself in my shoes for a moment?!"
"No, because I can't understand how you think I would lie to you or do anything that you wouldn't have approved of with your picture," Gar says, looking down at his hands.
"And then you wanted me to jump through hoops to earn a picture of your dick?"
"And then you wanted me to jump through hoops to earn a picture of your dick?"
"You wouldn't tell me anything Gar," Teddy counters. "You asked for something that I didn't want to give and wouldn't let me ask anything. How is that considerate to me?"
Yeah, they're just going to keep fighting, aren't they?
"Maybe I want things like that to be special."
Yeah, they're just going to keep fighting, aren't they?
"Maybe I want things like that to be special."
One of Gar's hands curl up into a fist, trying not to let himself get hurt again. It doesn't work so well but he pushes it down.
"I told you I wanted it for me. I guess nothing I said was going to be enough? So I'm sorry about the whole fucking thing."
"I told you I wanted it for me. I guess nothing I said was going to be enough? So I'm sorry about the whole fucking thing."
"And I had to pry that out of you, Gar. You don't just... I don't just have someone tell me to send them intimate pictures of myself to them over the phone. Telling me to just whip it out and send a picture when it could have been, like, Jason on the other line. We've never even..."
Never even seen each other without their clothes on, and wanted that in such a weird way.
"Doesn't my comfort in this sort of thing even matter?"
Never even seen each other without their clothes on, and wanted that in such a weird way.
"Doesn't my comfort in this sort of thing even matter?"
"You... it's about Communication, Gar. It's about feeling like I can tell you that you made me uncomfortable. And I didn't. Because I was stupid. But I didn't... I don't like confrontation. I know, it's weird."
"Would have been better if you'd just said that instead of making me feel like I wasn't good enough and you don't trust me and like you didn't want me," Gar mumbles. Because if he'd said it that way instead of how convoluted everything had been.
"I don't like confrontation either."
Which is why he mostly holds back on being open even now.
"I don't like confrontation either."
Which is why he mostly holds back on being open even now.
"Maybe you should have told me what you wanted and why without making it a battle."
Why was that so hard to accept?
Why was that so hard to accept?
The problem is it isn't okay. But Teddy sighs and nods.
"Yeah. We... we'll stop."
"Yeah. We... we'll stop."
It just doesn't feel like it's over even though Teddy says they'll stop. He doesn't think Teddy can compartmentalize the way he does. He slouches down in the bench.
"I don't know what you want from me. I get it but it doesn't change how it made me feel."
"I don't know what you want from me. I get it but it doesn't change how it made me feel."
"I... want us to talk. And To try and understand," Teddy sighs. "Like... I really want us to get to that point."
He finishes his ice cream and licks his fingers clean before settling his hands in his lap.
"I'm just... I'm not ready."
He finishes his ice cream and licks his fingers clean before settling his hands in his lap.
"I'm just... I'm not ready."
"I'm... scare this isn't going to work out. That if maybe I hold back too much, you won't want me around. Won't want me," Teddy admits, his voice soft and nervous.
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