A/N: You guys can send me Pms here, or send me anon or non anon asks at persephone-proserpine over at tumblr. I have ideas for two AUS, one where T and S are actors, and one where they're professor student. I could write both. I could write none. Please let me know.
Chapter 1:
The moment she got out of the car, flashes erupted even though it was not even an event. She tried not to sigh. She had the life she wanted, didn't she? Sure, it came with some inconveniences, such as the fact that she couldn't buy a sandwich without people pondering whether she was on a diet or not, or maybe anorexic, and come to think of it, when was the last time anyone saw her eat a sandwich type of crap. However, she was grateful. She had it all.
Well, perhaps, she didn't have it all….
"Shut up Sansa," she muttered to herself. "People are dying, you're a queen, just shut up you silly twat."
She only hoped no one heard her monologue as she entered the Greyjoys building and was immediately escorted to Theon's office.
There was someone else there, and he felt really out of place. Tyrion Lannister. Several times Oscar nominee, and Hollywood's resident bad boy. He was nursing a drink, and she could tell it was not kosher. She bit her tongue, of course he knew it was only 11AM. Surely he would answer something along the lines of "it's probably 5PM somewhere".
Men. Ugh. They were just men.
He was watching her, though he did not appear to be as surprised as she was by the fact that they were in the same room. Since Sansa had gotten her first part and had gotten her big break, she had walked the same red carpets he had, and while they had never interacted, she had no opinion or prejudice as far as he was concerned. It would have been easy, given the fact that he was a serial womanizer, a terrible monogamist, a lover of spirits, and perhaps harder substances. However, when it came down to it, she really did not have any prejudice for him, even though she could list the ones others had.
She knew better. Some men… Some men were one thing, and then they were another, and all the glory in the world meant nothing.
Theon interrupted her train of thoughts as he appeared, alongside Varys Sky, the man she knew to be Tyrion's agent.
Theon kissed her cheek, and took her coat. He was trying to keep things light, but she knew him too well. Her mother had taken him in after he was orphaned. She had played his mother in a movie they had done together, and they had bonded, prompting her to bring the boy into the Stark family.
"Let's get started," he said. "Please sit Sansa."
She went to a chair, leaving the couch for Tyrion.
"You called?" She said finally to her friend and agent.
"Yes. I did. Oh Hell, this is not a convo I want to be having…"
"Then let's not have it," she offered. Unless Mister Lannister and I are to play in the same movie?" She asked, racking her brain to figure out if she could have missed the presence of a smaller man in the main male roles.
"Maybe you will one day, but that's not it."
"O-kay," she said, drawing out each syllable in a way which clashed with her British accent.
"The thing is…. Oh God, Varys, help me here."
"She's your client."
"Fuck you."
"Not interested", the man answered.
"I have lines to rehearse. Lots and lots. Can we get to whatever you have to make?" Sansa asked.
"I guess the simplest way to say it is just sto say it…"
"So say it, whatever it is," she said.
"The lady is impatient," Tyrion said, speaking up for the first time.
"Wouldn't you like to be drinking somewhere else? Surely you must have a busy schedule….," she started.
"We want you guys to date."
"WHAT?"
To which Tyrion nodded his head to her, and finished his drink in one gulp.
A/N: PLEASE R&R. Yes, I used caps. My stomach aches at the thought of putting this out there for you guys to see...