Cake

"Do you think there are too many roses?" Sansa said anxiously. "I wanted to emphasize your family, since we're going to have all our dogs."

Margaery looked at her drawings of the wedding cake: the two bridge figurines were almost obscured by the roses. "Maybe a few..."

"Oh, I knew it! This looks horrible! Oh, everything's terrible - I've been planning my wedding since I was five; how could this happen?" She ran her hands through her hair, and her fiancée took her wrists gently.

"Sansa, darling, calm down." She smiled and kissed her. "It's going to be perfect."

Horse

Margaery held her horse's reins, galloping next to Sansa.

"Think you can beat me to the Whispering Stream?" She called.

"With my eyes closed!"

She raced away, and Margaery followed with a laugh. She never quite caught up to Sansa: when she reached the riverbank, she was already sitting on the grass, her skirts spread in a circle.

"I told you," she laughed, patting the ground next to her. Margaery dismounted, and walked over to Sansa, launching herself at her. Sansa shrieked a laugh, grabbing Margaery tight as they fells together.

Margaery grinned. "Oops!" She said, leaning down onto Sansa.

Light

"Go away!" Margaery yelled, not caring which brother was at her door. "I don't care if Grandmother is here. Come back when it's daylight!" They shuffled away, and she sighed in relief.

Sansa poked her head out from under the bed. "I don't like lying to them," she said. "Your parents are so nice."

Margaery made a noncommital noise.

The redhead stood up. "I wouldn't have to sneak in at midnight anymore. I hate climbing up that filthy old tree. I'll fall."

"If I wanted someone who could climb, I'd date Bran."

Sansa kissed her before slipping out the window.

Eyes

Every day, Margaery saw Sansa in King's Landing. She talked to her sometimes, but the Lannisters would get suspicious if she did every day.

She saw the other girl's pain written in every line of her body. Sansa tried to put on a brave face for Court, but her eyes betrayed her: always held too wide, near tears.

Margaery longed to hold her close, whisper that it would all be okay, that everything would be fine, to wipe away her tears and kiss the dried tracks away. But they had to wait until her family could protect them.

Always waiting.

Blood

The sides of Sansa and Margaery's glasses were stained with the ghosts of Bloody Marys. The two girls sat across from each other on the floor, giggling.

"So..." Sansa slurred, steadying herself on Margaery's knee. "I have a secret to tell you."

"Another?"

She nodded. "Another. I like someone. A lot. A lot, a lot."

"Who?" Margaery was slightly more sober than Sansa. She hoped that her friend would say You, but she knew it would never happen.

"It's, ah," Sansa whispered the name in Margaery's ear. She hiccupped and smiled.

"Oh." Oh. "I think that someone likes you, too."

Thanks to baratheonbabe on tumblr for the idea for Blood! You're amazing, and I hope you liked it!
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