#––– ❛ interactions 【 sansa stark ; wulfmaed. 】
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@wulfmaed said : ❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜ 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
what was this? the witcher turned his head, creasing his brows and narrowing his eyes as he peered over at sansa as she lay between the comfort of a thick woolen blanket and a bed — the only bed in existence as they made their stop to rest at yet another seemingly abandoned home. not only did geralt surrender the luxury to her, but he insisted that she take the bed. after all — although there had been no present dangers in some miles now — someone had to keep watch, and geralt was glad to do it. he was built for it.
and although he had been well trained to always expect the unexpected, a kiss good night was certainly a suggestion that went far beyond anything else that could have been unexpected.
❝ surely you have some more mercy in you than to suggest such a thing. ❞ the tone he used and the way that his lips slowly curved into a slight smile left no doubt of the playfulness in his words.
in fact, he was already closing the small gap between them, hovering his large frame over hers as he sat on a vacant spot at the edge of the bed, moving to bring his face closer to hers. it wasn’t so much that he felt obligated to grant her request, but there was also a part of him that wanted this. but what kind of a noble lady would ever ask such a thing of a witcher?
but for reasons in which geralt still could not bring himself to understand, sansa was different; more courteous than he truly even deserved. he could still remember how she had thanked him; his heart still burning madly at the memory. she made him feel decent; made him feel human in ways that no one has ever done before.
and what’s more, if she with even slightly repulsed by the yellow slitted eyes of the mutant, the gruesome scars on his face, or the stink of his clothes, then she gave no sign of it. she didn’t flinch, nor cower away when he leaned down far enough to softly press his rough lips on her softer and delicate pair. he didn’t even take the time to consider the socially wrongness of what he was doing. everything else be damned, this was what he wanted.
❝ sleep well, ❞ his voice was delivered in a soft whisper as he retracted his face from hers. ❝ i’ll make sure that you can. ❞
#wulfmaed#is he emo enough yet?#––– ❛ verse 02 【 westeros. 】#––– ❛ interactions 【 sansa stark ; wulfmaed. 】#––– ❛ queued post
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time seemed to unfold from one shocking event to the next, with each growing in its severity, all in rapid succession. so much that geralt could scarcely even believe who he was the moment, much less what was going on around him. sansa’s initial request for a kiss good�� night had been enough to cause him to tremble, but now this? the hint of shyness in her blue eyes, resting upon delicate features. sweet as honey. tinged with an innocence that made her even more alluring. pretty, but that seemed too gentle of a word.
the same could be said for her words, and the unspoken ones that screeched to him in their silence as she reached out to grip the ends of his cloak, asking him to stay without so much as parting her lips.
but why? the war waged by his own doubts began to rage in his mind. what she had been asking, and who she was asking it couldn’t be any more obvious — albeit unfathomable — with the two of them being the only occupants in the otherwise desolate home. but that did little to help geralt understand why she sought his presence — why he brought her comfort when the only thing he was used to bringing anywhere was death. the noble lady and the witcher. did she know how much life he had taken with the sword he carried on his back? she should been repulsed instead of inviting.
yet she wasn’t. and it was that fact that seemed to fan the flames created by the doubt in his mind and heart. as confused as geralt was by her request for him to stay, he made absolutely no sign of it as he unslung his sword in its scabbard from his back, leaning it against a nearby wall, and moving to settle himself down on the bed beside her like an obedient dog.
❝ as you wish. ❞ though that wasn’t why he was doing it.
selfishly it was because of the way she made him feel human. the same way he had been made to feel that he is not all his life. he was also doing it because he wanted to. because how could any man — mutant or no — not want to curtain his arm over the shoulders of a pretty woman, who shivered against the cold as he held her close against his chest, the way that geralt held sansa?
if such a thing could truly be considered selfish.
❝ I’ll stay for as long as you’d like me to, of course. ❞
perhaps a proper noble lady would not have asked for such a thing. perhaps sansa had, somewhere along the road, lost the manners and the teachings that had made her the highborn daughter she'd been since birth. and yet, there was something to be said for the fact that in every fairytale she had heard since childhood, there was always the fair maiden and her knight. always the damsel in distress, and the large, burly man who came along to rescue her – always the man in armor with his heavy blade and his tired eyes, who did not look nearly so exhausted when his gaze shifted onto hers.
and perhaps if sansa held the mercy with which geralt had spoken of, she would not have asked him for such a thing. and yet she could not stop herself for asking for it. could not stop the way her eyes had lingered upon his face, wide and hopeful, her own lips parted and prepared to pout at the mere insistence that he wouldn't agree.
fanciful, a little too whimsical, maybe, to entertain the ideal that somehow in the snow covered lands they'd found themselves in the midst of one of sansa's story books. nonetheless, geralt provides something to her she had not thought she would know again. a comfort and safety that encompasses her in a way that feels like home. a warmth even in the coldest of days, even in the serpentine yellow glow of his eyes. and when he kisses her, the feeling blooms – radiating within her chest as her lips meet his, and her nose wrinkles just a little as it grazes against his cheek.
“ thank you. ”
her porcelain features are flushed pink in the dark glow of the room, a hand moved to brush stray hairs from her face as she shifts against the furs of the bed once more and offers a sweet smile to him, before her hand grips to his cloak. “ don't – i know you don't feel things the same, but you're warm, better than any fire. ” an almost embarrassed look upon her face as she attempts to find the words to ask him to stay, to beg him to not take his leave to stand by the door all night.
“ just for a while? ”
#wulfmaed#would she like an extra heartbeat too?#bc he will gladly lend her his own heart atp#––– ❛ interactions 【 sansa stark ; wulfmaed. 】#––– ❛ verse 02 【 westeros. 】
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