Nov 13: Mittens (Sansa/Margaery)
Margaery is busy helping a customer wind yarn when Sansa slips into Rose Garden Yarn and Tea, so Sansa wanders over to a display of elaborate mittens on one table.
Sansa seems to be developing a habit of stopping by the shop at least once a week, usually more. It’s definitely not good for her yarn budget, but the shop is so cozy. And Margaery always greets her with a smile and usually takes time to sit down and have some tea.
Sansa sifts through the sample mittens for a bit before settling on her favorite couch and pulling Ravelry up on her iPad. She definitely has to add some of the mittens to her queue, and someone has thoughtfully noted the pattern names on the sample tag to make it easier.
“New project?” Margaery asks. Sansa hasn’t even noticed her come over, but she’s bearing a tray with a pot of tea, two cups and a fresh lemon bar.
Sansa can’t help the smile that spreads over her face as she scoots over to make room.
This couch may be her favorite because it’s only just big enough for two people, and Margaery is so close Sansa can feel the warmth radiating from her body.
“I’m thinking of doing mittens for Christmas,” Sansa says. She adds a pair with guitars to her list. Robb would definitely like those.
Margaery’s eyebrows go up as she pours tea. It smells like vanilla, the Victorian Fog blend that’s becoming Sansa’s favorite. “You don’t have much time,” she says.
“Oh!” Sansa laughs. “Not this Christmas – next year. I’m almost done with this year already, just three more hats.”
“You’re already thinking about next year?” Margaery looks impressed. “That’s hardcore.”
“Well, I have a lot of family.”
“Oh yeah?” Margaery tucks her feet up under her. It puts her closer to Sansa, her head almost resting on Sansa’s shoulder.
“Well, I have three brothers and a sister,” Sansa starts. “My parents. Two cousins. Five aunts and uncles – well, 7 if my cousin Jon’s parents come back, and we never know until the last minute so I try to be prepared. And my brother Robb’s best friend, he’s basically family. And his sister. And Robb’s girlfriend. And Jon’s a cop, his partner’s family sucks, so he usually celebrates with us, too. And my sister’s boss, he doesn’t have family. Plus friends, my friend Jeyne and Brienne –”
Sansa realizes she’s rambling and snaps her mouth shut. Especially before she can add “and you.” But Margaery is just smiling.
“That’s a lot of mittens,” Margaery says. “I thought my family was big, but you win.”
“Oh yeah?” Sansa asks.
“Well, I have three brothers,” Margaery says. “Plus my parents and my grandmother. But that’s it. And I definitely don’t knit for them, I’m not that good.”
“I’m sure you are,” Sansa says.
“I’m really, really not,” Margaery says. “That’s Loras. But I’ve been playing around with dyeing. I really like working with color, I’m hoping to come up with my own yarns.”
“Oh, that would be amazing,” Sansa says. Margaery has the best since of style. She manages to look elegant and slightly sultry all the time, even in knitwear, and the way she pulls color together is gorgeous.
“And you knit for your friends too,” Margaery says. “You’ve known Jeyne and Brienne a while?”
“Oh, I grew up with Jeyne,” Sansa says. “She moved to Yi Ti, but we keep in touch. I just met Brienne a few months ago, but we’re definitely going to be good friends. I can tell.”
“How can you tell that?” Magaery laughs. “If you’ve only known her a few months.”
“I mean, you just can,” Sansa says. She looks at Margaery, the sparkle in her eyes and the way her dark hair falls on her shoulders in waves. “It’s like, a connection. You know? Something sparks.”
“Sounds like dating,” Margaery says. “Maybe you should go out with Brienne.”
Sansa erupts into giggles.
“Oh god no,” she manages to get out. “Brienne is tragically straight. And honestly, she’s lovely but she has awful taste in men. She’s totally smitten with this rich jerk that came into the animal shelter, even if she won’t admit it. She would never.”
Plus, Sansa prefers petite brunettes to tall blondes, as much as she adores Brienne.
“Brienne is straight,” Margaery says. “Interesting.”
Sansa blushes and looks down. She wonders if she’s said too much. She doesn’t know if Margaery is queer or not, and it’s not like the haircut is a giveaway anymore, now that undercuts are so trendy.
Sansa shoves a bite of lemon bar into her mouth, moaning a little at how good it tastes. She could just ask, but Sansa isn’t very good at being the one to make a move.
Which is probably why she’s in her early 20s and hasn’t dated anyone. Or done much of anything beyond some tipsy making out with Asha. Which definitely confirmed Sansa’s thoughts about her attraction to pretty, brunette women. But there aren’t that many women in Westeros who aren’t straight, and they don’t usually hit on Sansa, probably because she looks pretty straight herself.
Even Asha hadn’t expected her half-joking flirtation to go anywhere (though she was all too happy to continue when it did) and Asha is, like, the lesbian whisperer.
“So,” Margaery says, before the silence gets too awkward. “What do you think then, Sansa? Are we going to be friends or something?”
The way she says something is a little loaded, and Margaery’s gaze is intense when Sansa glances over.
“Or something,” she says, holding her breath.
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