#sassa fiske 04

[morrisxn02]

✍︎ @sassa-fiske

Finally, he sees her alone. Hours after the game and he still hasn’t had the opportunity to ask her why she suddenly started acting strange after he walked out of the closet with Lincoln. Avoiding his gaze, keeping a distance, and whatnot. And he needed to talk to her. Not about this, specifically. Or rather, not initially. But now, about this too. Did she mind? If something had happened between the two of them? Did she think it might have? He walks to her stealthily, hoping she won’t notice him because he fears that if she does, she will walk out of the room. His fingers touch her shoulders from behind, subtly inviting her to turn around and face him. And, with intentional naiveté, he says to her once she does, “What’s going on?” As if he has no idea that it might have something to do with Lincoln, even though he’s pretty sure. “You look like something’s bothering you.”

[morrisxn02]

A light rush of electricity courses from his arm to his chest as he feels her fingers brush below his elbow. A smile flirts at the edges of his lips. For a second, he forgets that she looked very much annoyed just a few minutes earlier. For a second, he wants to touch her waist, pull her close, and lean in… But he doesn’t. Something behind her eyes. I’ll always send you a rose. Even if we’ve changed. Was that her? Saying she would always know him, regardless of what happened? If so, he wants to believe that he can reciprocate. “Well,” He takes one step closer to her, trying to make himself audible over the music, and leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “It didn’t seem like everything was okay back there… Was it the texts? Or… Something else…?”

Ever since that stupid game, Sassa had been thinking about the sight of Link and Edward disappearing behind that door together. She absolutely hated it, not wanting them alone for a single moment, unease chasing up and down her spine every time she thought about it.

And something else that she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to examine.

When she felt a slight brush of fingers across her shoulders that evening, Sassa jumped slightly, not the type to get snuck up on. She turned to glance over her shoulder, her eyes meeting Edward's, to her dismay. And to her...excitement, the sight of him with Link flashing before her eyes again.

Granted, there was a lot more that could be - that should be - on her mind. That valentine, for one. The text from new years, for another. The past year and a half.

But she was certainly mostly focused on the two of them, jealous at the possibility they had had a better time playing that stupid game together than she had had with Diego or Ollie. Sassa offered Eddie a tight smile, the inner corners of her eyebrows tilting up. "Nothing's bothering me," she said, lightly reaching out and brushing her fingers down his forearm. "Besides, you know. The normal." Or not so normal, depending on how they were supposed to look at everything happening on this campus. "You're so sweet to ask, though."