Disclaimer: Game of Thrones is D&D's property, after being GRRM's property. Or else, Lancel would be the happiest kid in Westeros, should it be mine.
Summary: Eyes are windows to someone's soul.
Author's note: This prompt has been suggested by Assassin Master Ezio 91
Author's note 2: English isn't my first language, it's french. If you see any mistake or issue with the language, feel free to tell me so that I can improve.
Deep in your eyes
Lancel adored Sansa's eyes.
Beautiful and blue, they reminded him of home, of Lannisport, back when he hadn't been caught in that game of thrones that almot crushed him to death.
Blue, warm, calm, everytime he dived in them, he felt as if he was back to those adored but past days he dreamt of going back to.
But when Sansa was mad, warmness escaped her eyes and was replaced by the iciest blue he had ever seen, making him travel all the way to Winterfell, her birth place, wearing it proudly as a true daughter of the North. Lancel had never known winter but he assumed it was as cold as her stare when she was hurt, upset, closing her walls and glaring.
However, he loved her eyes even more when they were on him, caressing his skin, filled with happiness and love. That was a sight he adored, a sight he wasn't sure he deserved after what he had done to Sansa, a sight she offered him gladly once they got to understand each other. Love really was a mysterious thing.
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Sansa had been surprised to love Lancel's eyes so much.
Sharing Joffrey's emerald shade, she had been wary of everything that came from the Lannisters. Lancel had hurt her too. What had surprised her was that, not only didn't he deny it, he also apologized for it and he had meant every word. He and her were more alike than she had thought. Two young idealist people, raised in a golden bubble, away from troubles, in a loving family, with dreams of glory, of songs, of knights in their heads, facing the harsh reality and acting like someone they weren't, because they admired someone, because they thought it was what adulting meant. And while Lancel shared Joffrey's green eyes, that was all their eyes shared.
Lancel's eyes lacked the cruetly she saw in her former fiancé.
They were usually kind, soft, intrigued or scared. On rare occurance, when he was angry, it seemed to her that they burnt, like the wildfire Tyrion had used in the battle of the Blackwater Bay. That day, she saw his eyes when in pain. What had unsettled her the most was how it looked like hers when she cried herself to sleep, feeling trapped in something she had thrown herself into willingly. Sansa loved how they sparkled when he laughed. And when he wasn't in any particular mood, when he was just there, resting or reading, she still adored studying them, because their colour was so attractive. He really had emeralds under his brow.
But the way she loved them more was when she woke up next to him, Lancel already awake, looking at her with an undying love, making her feel safe and forgetting about the outside world.
The End