Sansa expects imprisonment and death from the Mad Queen. She doesn't get it.

Toby always forgot how good the quiet moments could be.

Sol always knows the nicest things to say.

There is a susurration of cloth as he makes his genuflection. He does not intend to fall on his knees, but it happens. The resignation and dignity he has sought to cultivate throughout his confinement dissolves like wet sugar in the face of that which he has held out for, despite himself, despite all that he knows about the workings of the King of England, which is everything. Or so he has thought, often, and never correctly.

Luke, Leia, and Han go ice skating for the first time together!

ct-hardcase on tumblr said "I wish you would write a fic where... Luke, Han, and Leia are all learning how to ice skate for the first time"

I sort of flew fast and loose with the prompt you gave me.

Jack convinces a hungry Zhao Zi to stay in bed with him and have some fun.

Bushy and Green are shortly to be dead.

The night before a sizeable adventure in the making, Sarah has some reservations about her traveling companions. (No, not those ones.)

His reputation for honesty isn't unearned.

Close is worse than nothing.