for the years she'd spent arguing with her siblings just to get one of them to allow her to use them for this very purpose, it was nice to not have to spend hours convincing someone that just because they were wearing a skirt didn't mean anything. that sansa had only needed to see the way it draped across a body that wasn't her own, that it held no other connotations. ty was an angel, of that she was certain. wide, beaming smile as her hands gently smooth out the skirt on his hips, observing the fabric before she leans closer to press a kiss to his cheek. “ thank you, i know it's not your normal style, but . . . i needed to see it on someone. ” deft fingers carefully pull a stray string from his shoulder, before her hand settles to rest upon it. “ i think you look great, very handsome. ”
ִ 🏆 ׄ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃˡˡ ⎯⎯ ᶠᵉᵃᵗ. ˢᵃⁿˢᵃ ˢᵗᵃʳᵏ. ִ ⌣
“ okay ..... - i was a little ‘ iffy ‘ on the whole long skirt thing , but honestly ? ⁱ ᵈⁱᵍ ⁱᵗ. “ a 360 turn around before i looked over at her , smile plastered on my face. when you’re a model , you were BOUND to be your fashion designer girlfriends guinea pig.
modern sansa is a fashion designer with her own little boutique, she has an obnoxiously large dog . . . i want to say probably a borzoi, that just lays behind the counter and doesn’t ever move to the point where customers frequently have no idea it’s there until they hear the thumping of a tail on the floor, and a small dog too, a pekingese that sits in a cute little basket and quite literally growls at everything 🙂↕️