dracoimreh: Onion Breath - Chapter ElevenA loud knock on the door startled them both, the sisters ex
dracoimreh: Onion Breath - Chapter ElevenA loud knock on the door startled them both, the sisters exchanging a look before Sansa sat up, the blanket falling from her shoulder. Arya shook her head, standing quickly. “I’ll get it, just in case it’s Cle- lame. Then I can throat punch him.”Sansa shook her head. “We still have four weeks to go.” “Well, still.” Arya sniffed, wrenching the door open, her blood pumping, ready for a fight. “Hey, motherfuck- oh.” A man in a ridiculous leather jacket smiled widely at her, his blue eyes crinkling in the corners, his foot moving to the threshold of the door as if to come in. “Is the beautiful Sansa Stark here? I’d like to speak with her.”Arya growled, stepping forward into the man’s space, his eyes widening in surprise as he stepped back. She pulled the door shut behind her with a firm clonk, her arms crossing against her chest. “No, she isn’t. But my boot is ready to make an acquaintance if you don’t back the fuck up.” The man held up his hands in surrender, his handsome face wrinkling with concern, “Wait, wait - I feel like we’re misunderstanding each other.” He smiled, raising an eyebrow at her, his sharp jawline nearly glinting in the sunlight as he stuck his hand out for her to shake. “I’m Daario. Naharis.” Arya shrugged, scowling at his hand. “Reporters aren’t allowed on the property. And they’re definitely not allowed to harass my sister. So I hope you have a good fucking lawyer cause we will be filing-” Daario’s smile faltered as he shook his head, his hand moving to tap his own chest. “No, no - I am a lawyer. I’m here representing the studio. Sansa witnessed an incident on set a few weeks ago and I was asked to follow up and see if she wants to press charges for emotional distress.”Arya frowned, her eyebrows furrowed deeply. “What incident?”Daario rested his hand on the banister, his smile easy as he crossed one ankle in front of the other. “Sandor Clegane assaulted a writer, Petyr Baelish. Other witnesses say Clegane was only helping Baelish up after he fell but Baelish says different. He also said Sansa was the closest to the incident so her statement would carry the most weight. Are you legally allowed to speak for her?” He unzipped his jacket slightly, reaching into his inner chest pocket and pulling out a folded paper and a pen. “I have a statement here all ready to go - for her convenience of course. All it needs is a signature.”Arya looked at the paper Daario held out to her, her arms staying crossed against her chest, her teeth clenched tightly. One signature and he would disappear. She could get over him quickly, move on to someone else who actually deserved her.. - - - - - Sansa and Sandor are actors on Westeros’ highest rated show, Schemes for Sovereignty. The characters are love interests but the actors? They hate each other. Check out the beginning over on ao3! -- source link
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