( love letters + shipping texts )

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love letters + shipping texts meme

comment with your character. other people will reply to you. your characters (in a relationship, in love, in some sort of attraction that gravitates around the other, in idk 'love' is a many-splendored thing) are communicating via: passionate confessions written on parchment, furtive notes scrawled in code, passive-aggressive post-it notes, messages carved in trees, smoke signals, instant messages on space age computers, text messages complete with lovey-dovey pictures, whatever! have fun!

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they can text now i don't make the rules

[eyried]

I miss you, Ser Brienne.

so it must be!

[oathstokeep]

Not a day passes where you are not on my mind, my lady. Though I suppose your Grace is the better title. It suits you so well.

[eyried]

It is selfish of me to want you to return, I'm sure.

But there is no one I would trust more in my Queensguard.

[oathstokeep]

Your dissatisfaction with my carefully selected Queensguard is reason enough to travel to the North. My King would not take issue, I'm sure.

I miss you, Sansa.

[eyried]

Well, if it's truly not an imposition....

You do? What about me in particular?

[oathstokeep]

My duties are to up hold the safety of the realm. ...and I think that while I am Kingsguard, I shall always be one you can turn to.

I miss meeting your eyes in a room of stupid men and knowing that you already know how I think and feel with a glance.

[eyried]

But it is not safety or protection I need from you now. Merely.... friendship.

The lords aren't as awful as they used to be now that I am Queen, but there are times when I still feel alone.

[oathstokeep]

I am whatever you need me to be.

[S-she can be a friend. Brienne has convinced herself that this is a good thing, this is great. Why does she feel like thiiiis.]

The people of the North adore you, Sansa. You are everything they have needed for so very long. You do not deserve to feel alone.

[eyried]

It's been so long since I had a true friend.

[ So long that perhaps she's mistaking other types of feelings for friendship, shhhhh. ]

I do not doubt their love in that sense. But being so young, and a woman to boot... I have to keep a certain amount of distance. So they respect me too.

[oathstokeep]

Before the month's end I shall make my way back to Winterfell. I see no reason why King Bran would say otherwise.

[Ser Brienne asks for so very, very little. Queen Sansa only asks for a companion. What would be so wrong with that?

This warmth and sudden, terrific longing that strikes her is totally uh friendship.]

Love and respect are meant to be yours, yes. Not at the cost of causing you grief, Your Grace. Tell me how to put you best at ease in my stay, whatever it may be.

[eyried]

Thank you, Brienne. You are too kind to me.

I just-

[ She suddenly isn't sure what to write. It a rare thing, still, for someone to ask what she wants and mean to give it to her. ]

Merely grant me the pleasure of your company. That is all I need.

[oathstokeep]

I confess that there are times when I fear I do not do enough.

[Not just by the vow to serve but by the means. Sansa has her mother's strength, her father's will and a power that is all her own that transcends a crown. Seeing her ascend to that royalty has been a privilege, though Brienne has found that it put her at a greater distance. Still she reaches for Sansa, across the kingdoms, across stations...]

You flatter me.

[eyried]

You do not need to worry about that, Brienne. Not one bit.

[ She is the only protector Sansa hadn't feared would betray her on her long, hard journey to power. It made sense to send keep her with Bran. The South was a dangerous place, and she had done her duty and beyond with Sansa already. Still- ]

Sometimes I fear I am too selfish with you.

[oathstokeep]

Can you be so sure? I don't mean to be impertinent.

[Failing Renly and not being able to protect Lady Catelyn have made Brienne even more resolute to stand solidly regardless of the odds to her word.]

My life belongs to you.

[And so much more within it. Sansa has renewed her faith in what is just, a true lady, a real queen. Thinking of her now makes her flush.]

[eyried]

We all have mistakes in our past. What matters is who you are now. A true and loyal knight.

[ And Sansa has always longed for a true knight. ]

But I do not want your duty to be all that compels you to come to me.

[ After all, Sansa had not asked for Brienne just for safety and protection. She would just... feel better with her around. "Better" is likely an understatement. ]

[oathstokeep]

Thank you.

[This is the highest, most true compliment that any person could pay her. Coming from Sansa it means so very much. Alone in her quarters, Brienne can weep like the maiden she is.]

Please, it is not mere duty. I want to be with you.

[With her. Uh. Best amend that...yes? Yes.]

I know I can trust you as you trust in me. I miss that ever so much. As you know the South will say one thing while another action happens. Even though I grew up in the Stormlands on my father's island, my heart's home is North.

[eyried]

[ I want to be with you too. Should she write that? It almost seems like too much. ]

You should be here, then. My own heart aches to think of you in the South, unhappy. Neither of us have to play their games anymore, beyond what's absolutely necessary.

Come home to me, Brienne.

[ ...Okay, that's definitely too much. But Sansa's family that is still alive is flung to the wind. She's the last Stark in Winterfell. Is it so wrong, to long for the companionship of Brienne? ]

[oathstokeep]

I will ask leave from King Bran at first morning light. I was a fool to think that King's Landing was a place for me. Forgive me for leaving.

[Brienne was not happy here before during the short, terrible reign of Joffrey. At first glance Sansa and Brienne could not be more different. They both have grown to hate the hollow pageantry the Southern kingdoms thrive upon. In the North it never mattered what Brienne looked like, she knew who she was as always and so did every one else: a true knight.

And a true knight needs to serve a lady. Damn any bitter memories of Jaime Lannister, of the dragon queen, of anything else.

Imagining Sansa just as alone among her own people causes a pain.]

I had hoped that I did not hurt you. You've shown me kindness, grace and dignity where so many had laughed.

[eyried]

Brienne. Please. Don't be so hard on yourself. It is not foolish, to take a while to find where you belong.

[ Sansa had dreamed of the South as a child, but life had torn that apart. She had thought Winterfell would soothe her, and becoming Queen of the free North had brought purpose and joy to her life again... but still. Something was missing. Well, someone. ]

I thought Bran would be safer with you, but all considered, he can likely protect himself.

And you treated me like a lady when I was lost in the freezing cold, beaten down. I don't think you realize how much your loyalty strengthened me, during those times.

[oathstokeep]

I had thought of staying...

[And those thoughts, those feelings don't make much sense any more witt the longing to see her lady's face again.]

Podrick has come a long way, and I shall leave with strict instructions.

[The legacy, the dignity of the white cloak has bee restored. That is one good thing she was able to do in the South.]

Adversity had not stolen your birthright no matter how it tried, it runs deeper than deception and wicked deeds. I know you needed me.

[She needed a friend. And now she needs friendship again. Brienne could never tell Sansa no. King Bran must already know.]

[eyried]

I prayed the Gods would bring us together again.

[ But the Gods can be twisted and cruel, so perhaps Sansa had hoped to tilt the odds to their favor, sending these messages tonight.

Her brother's powers give him such knowledge. He likely knew Brienne would return to the North before Sansa had even considered the idea. ]

I did. I do. I can hardly wait to see you again. Some might say it makes me weak, but I don't care.

[oathstokeep]

One of them was listening.

[The Old Gods? The Seven? A kindly one, or one that had a sense of justice. Whoever it may have been, Brienne is grateful. She had thought so many, many times to reach out, to say something.

Sansa was queen now, she had many duties. She would not be idle and waste time on chatter. That was all thoughts from the smallest part of Brienne's hard it did not speak much any more, when it did it said hurtful things.]

I would strike down any person to dare suggest such a thing of you. You are more brave and dear to me than any other.

[Well now we are getting into very frank speech here.]

The hour is late. I hope not to keep you awake long.

[eyried]

Perhaps. Perhaps one whispered to me that you felt the same.

[ Felt the same about returning? Felt the same about her? Sansa doesn't know. ]

I care so deeply for you, Brienne. There is no one else I want by my side.

I wish you were here right now. There are some papers I have to look over... but I'd much rather talk with you.

[ "Talk" ]

[oathstokeep]

I have prayed for my share of miracles... I know that my faith is always well placed when I put it with you.

[In her quiet quarters in the Red Keep, she will take any option. Be it to serve Sansa as a confidant and nothing else, at least Brienne would be close to her. It would not be the first time she would spend her time pining away.]

If there was a means or a way I would be there right this moment. You can tell me anything, I won't tell a soul.

[eyried]

And my faith in you, Brienne.

[ Sansa has seen her knight's heart broken before. It is not a way she ever wishes to make Brienne feel, even accidentally. ]

I appreciate your discretion. But I believe what I wish to say would be best said in person.