sansa x sandor – life is not a song

bb-8:

Save him if you can, and gentle the rage inside him.

Happy holidays! ♥

for @thehound

sansansource:

“You`re saying I`m the best man to go and ask the Lady Sansa Stark, heir to the north, possibly Queen in the North, if she`s content being a bastard?” he`d rasped wryly back at Elder Brother.

The bugger had just stared gravely back at him. “Yes, my friend. Because of all the trustworthy men I can gather, you`re the only one who would actually turn around and leave her be if that were her wish, never to speak of this assignment again. Keeping her safe.”

“Yes,” he`d answered at last, hoarsely, like the bloody idiot he was.

from Northern Lights and Midnight Sun by Ownsariver

refkell:

sanssa:

She was sad for him, she realized. Somehow, the fear had gone away… She was afraid for him now, not herself. She found his massive shoulder with her hand. “He was no true knight,” she whispered to him.

↳ happy birthday @thehound!

thehound:

Sansa Stark Week: Day 6 ♕ Relationship: Sansa + Sandor

He made a queer sound, and it took her a moment to realize he was sobbing. “And the little bird, your pretty sister, I stood there in my white cloak and let them beat her. I took the bloody song, she never gave it. I meant to take her too. I should have.

sansansource:

━Emily Brontë

lauralovessansan:

problem-queen:

asoiaf meme: [2/3] otps
» Sansa & Sandor

He is no true knight but he saved me all the same. Save him if you can, and gentle the rage inside him.

Can’t not rebloooggggg…

thehound:

Some instinct made her lift her hand and cup his cheek with her fingers. The room was too dark for her to see him, but she could feel the stickiness of the blood, and a wetness that was not blood. “Little bird,” he said once more, his voice raw and harsh as steel on stone. Then he rose from the bed. Sansa heard cloth ripping, followed by the softer sound of retreating footsteps. When she crawled out of bed, long moments later, she was alone. She found his cloak on the floor, twisted up tight, the white wool stained by blood and fire. The sky outside was darker by then, with only a few pale green ghosts dancing against the stars. A chill wind was blowing, banging the shutters. Sansa was cold. She shook out the torn cloak and huddled beneath it on the floor, shivering.

sansa stark meme ♡ [1/3] relationships — sansa + sandor

silkygoldmilkweed:

you guys, Sansa’s going to be such a great wife, and Sandor’s going to be such a great husband

leejordan:

“little bird,” he said once more, his voice raw and harsh as steel on stone. (late birthday present for @sanssa)