hope you guys like it! *flies off into the sunset*
she began to grow afraid once more, but…
s h e w a s a f r a i d f o r h i m n o w , n o t f o r h e r s e l f.
I’m a happy shipper right now.
"We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leather wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window.But she left the dwarf behind and Cersei means to have his head" The Hound sat on the bench closest the door. His mouth twitched, but only the burned side.“She ought to dip him in wildfire and cook him. Or tickle him till the moon turns black.” He raised his wine cup and drained it straightaway.
He doesn’t even bother changing from his armor, just leads his horse to the stables and immediately seeks out the little bird in their bedchamber—to find her ladies-in-waiting already dismissed… and Sansa slipping her dressing gown from her frame to reveal a sheer sleeping gown.
Sandor steps through the door, a slow smile growing on his face. “Well aren’t you a sight to come home to, little bird?”
An arch smile tugs at her lips as she folds the robe over the back of a chair, her red hair glowing in the firelight. Wordlessly, she crosses the room to their bed, only making eye contact with him once she’s presented herself on the coverlet, giving Sandor plenty of time to admire her much-missed form.
"A sight?" she answers as he advances, her smile transforming from aloof to giddy. "Touching has its merits too, husband." She pauses, eyeing his breastplate. "Although, I do believe we have a previous agreement in regards to there being no steel allowed in our marriage bed."
He chuckles, as does she, moving to remove his vambraces without so much as a glance downwards. His movements hasten as Sansa progressively removes more and more of already scant clothing, before finally he climbs on to the bed wearing only a chemise, to feel his wife’s skin under his fingertips for the first time in months.
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Sansa x Sandor + dialogue the show should have kept | part 4/?
finished reading A Game of Thrones, going to try and read A Clash of Kings and A Storm of Swords before season 3 of the tv show comes out sigh sigh sgih!!1hfdk;jsf
so i drew this?? yeah
sandorclegane DAMN YOU that last one *dead*
"Is it ruffians? Thugs?! Have they come for me?"
"Stay calm. It can probably smell fear."
"Pretty little liar,” he murmurs, but there is a spark of hope in his eyes as he says it and when she stands up from her chair and takes a hesitant step towards him, he is quick enough to rise from his own and cross to her, his hands quickly on her hips to pull her towards him, his mouth suddenly upon hers, forcing it open beneath his. He kisses her hungrily and his hands are hard upon her and she thinks that maybe he’s been starving for a taste of her for longer than she’s known.