Imagine person A of your otp making holiday cookies for person B. But they end up cooking them for too long and they burn. They start to feel upset but person B tells them its alright as they wipe a tear away from person A’s cheek and give them a kiss.
Davos couldn’t believe Melisandre burned the bloody cookies again. His shoulders shook and his hands tightened into fists as he tried to not look terribly upset. The cookies were once formed in the stag shape of the Baratheon sigil, but after the fire priestess got at them, they were nothing more than blackened strips of sugar and flour.
Suddenly, Davos felt a strong hand stroke his majestic sea beard. ”It’s alright, my onion knight,” Stannis whispered into the shell of his ear. “We will just have to make another batch, hmm?”
Those words, coupled with a gentle kiss to his cheek, soothed the tears biting at the boat captain’s eyes. “Yes, milord,” Davos said with a calming smile, “we will.”
What the hell is wrong with me?
GUESS WHAT I GOT FOR MY BURFDAI