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[turned_to_steel]

WHO: Sansa and Steve
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN: Sept 9th
WHAT: Sharing stories
WARNINGS: none, will update if needed

Standing in a field not far from the farm that she called home, Sansa waited patiently as a young man stood in front of her and applied a light shade of red paint to her lips. At least, it felt like paint to her though it was far stickier than she cared for. Not that she really had a choice in the way the small team did her hair and makeup but she had learned to endure it all quietly since they were just doing their jobs like she was.

"Thank you." She murmured kindly, offering a brief smile when he moved back from in between her and the photographer who was waiting to take some more pictures of her in her wedding gown.

The ivory silk and lace gown that she wore was definitely the prettiest one she had been given so far though it was definitely a little tighter than the gowns she was used to wearing. Someone had mentioned that it was styled after a mermaid which she could see with how the skirt flared out at the bottom but she still felt a little self-conscious being in it. It didn't matter that it was so pretty.

Luckily for her and the photographer both, Sansa had learned a long time ago to hide her discomfort in certain situations and so she had a perfect smile on her newly painted lips while she held onto her autumn colored bouquet. They only needed a few more shots, then she would be free.

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[backin_theworld]

Steve himself was heading back from his job, which he didn't talk much about. To anyone. Mostly because it reminded him too much of who they wanted him to portray during those war bond performances. This? Well this was a bit more embarrassing since a lot of their ideas for shots had him shirtless and looking like what some called "a beefcake". But it was money for the first little while.

Now it was time to find a new job.

As he headed back towards the general direction of his place, Sansa and the group caught his attention. Steve had no intention of interrupting until he got close enough to recognize her. It had been a week or so since their last run in so he decided to wait and say hello.

Only when he saw her approach did he step up and offer a smile in greeting. "I didn't realise you were a model." he said, catching himself on how that must have sounded.

"I didn't mean that.. I mean you're beautiful enough to be one.."

Stop talking, Steve.

[turned_to_steel]

It was easy enough to spy Steve when he came upon the photoshoot but the sight of him nearly caused her to ruin the next set of pictures by smiling at the sight of him. Thankfully, she managed to catch herself before she could do so. Mostly because she had no desire to work for any longer than she had to on this particular job.

Once the photographer seemed pleased with what they had, she lifted the hem of her skirt and moved across the short distance to where he was standing.

She started to smile in greeting until he told her that he hadn't realized that she was a model. "Oh, well, I didn't..." She trailed off when he caught himself and hurried on to explain himself even though she hadn't seen him as saying anything wrong. His next comment was enough to make her blush as she lowered her gaze with a demure smile.

"It's okay, I don't tell a lot of people what I do for a job." She explained almost sheepishly, peeking at him again. "I feel silly telling them that I'm a wedding dress model."