I'm don't really like writing modern AU's, but I got this idea and I just kinda went for it. I hope you guys enjoy it! This is definitely one of my favorite ships in the GOT/ASOIAF universe.
They had argued. All couples did that right? All couples had arguments Margaery tried to tell herself. But she could still see Sansa near tears, furious, slamming the door as she left her apartment late the other night. It had been two weeks. Two weeks since they had argued and there had been nothing, absolutely nothing.
No texts or calls. No responds to the countless numbers of voicemails Margaery must have left, apologizing and asking her to come and talk things through. After a week Margaery had gone to her apartment every day and knocked on the door, but there was no response. Sansa wasn't at work whenever she stopped by either. Was she even still in town? Had she left for some unknown reason? And if she had why hadn't she told Margaery?
After knocking on her door for the seventh day in a row, with still no response, Margary's thoughts and feelings were in knots. This was so unlike Sansa. Margaery kept replaying the scenes in her head, trying to put together the pieces of why she could've been acting like this.
It was essentially Margaery's fault. She had disrespected the great Catelyn Stark. She was a good mother, and a good woman, but she was never kind to Margaery. She looked at her similar to the way she looked at Sansa's half brother Jon. And after spending and entire week with Sansa's family, when they had gotten home she felt more than relieved to be back in her own bed, without the fear that her words or actions would upset the Starks. She had let it slip. She shouldn't have.
"You mother can be a little bit...harsh at times, right?" She had said. Sansa had spun around, confusion and anger beginning to contort her face.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I just mean...Maybe she could be a little kinder to her guests is all."
And then it had started. Every member of the Stark family had been brought up at least once, despite the fact that Catelyn had been the only one that had rubbed Margaery wrong. She knew why as well, but dare not say it to Sansa in fear of her response to it. Catelyn Stark loved her children fiercely, and when Sansa had revealed her bisexuality she probably had never entirely believed her, or at least never pictured her with a woman by her side. And when she had came home with one...Margaery was the girl who had taken the perfect image that Catelyn had had for her daughter and destroyed it.
Margeary called for a cab, instructing them to take her to her private studio downtown. Painting was all she could do now. She hoped that maybe it would clear her head somehow. With Sansa gone and non responsive, she was uncertain if she should be upset at herself or at her girlfriend for acting in such a way. Margaery had tried right? She had done the right thing, she had apologized, she had reached out to fix things and yet Sansa had done nothing. Sansa had left her alone with all of that confusion and anger and sadness. Sansa hadn't even told her that she was okay, Margaery had had to ask her coworkers if they had seen her to make sure something truly terrible hadn't happened.
But yes, she had called in sick to work for the past week and half. All of her coworkers could recognize her voice so they knew it wasn't a fake. Her car hadn't moved in her parking lot. So Sansa Stark was either faking being sick and somewhere far away from here, or she was home doing God knows what. The one thing that remained blatantly obvious however, was that she was ignoring Margaery.
Margaery tipped the taxi driver and walked up the steps to the large building. It was full of studio room for painters, musicians and all other sorts. A year ago Sansa had encouraged her to rent a room so she could have a large personal space for her painting. She could still remember the smile that erupted on Sansa's face when Margaery had agreed to the idea. Sansa had jumped up and down, giddy with excitement and hugged her, whispering how proud she was of her, how excited she was for her future.
The studio seemed emptier now, filled with the confusion that Margaery was feeling. She wasn't sure how long it was she stared at the empty canvas, uncertain of what she was going to do, but all she knew was suddenly she had picked up a brush and had started painting.
