Something Flickers

A brief analysis (and imagining) of Sansa's feelings toward the good Lord Baelish, pre-snow castle. The piece stands on its own, but is also the backdrop for the way I write Sansa in any fic. Sort of a vague, somewhat confused mixture of apprehension, intimidation, affection and the faint, unnamed tendrils of lust in a girl who's never felt it before.