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*Pokes with a stick* Miss you....
aw!!! i’m back!! hopefully. i’ve been feeling super duper lazy lately with like 0 motivation to do…anything, really. but i’ve missed sandor a lot & i wanna write him again so i shall try my hardest to get back into the swing of writing on here on a regular basis!!
-throws a lit torch at The Hound and runs-
hey just a quick update!! i’m not dead!! this blog isn’t dead!! it’s just that i went to disneyland for my bday last week (i’m 18 wtf...) & i’ve been sleeping a Lot since i got back but i promise i’ll be back on asap u3u
-sandor comes in and kills ramsay- 'he was a cunt anyway' -they run away and are happy somewhere far away-
this is canon now
fairlady-sansastark replied to your post “shoutout to all my fellow sansa stans & reminder that sansa is...”
Mantra = Sansa is in Highgarden with Willas! Sansa is in Highgarden with Willas
thats a good mantra! nice to imagine her in highgarden with willas, eating plenty of lemon cakes & smiling a bunch!
shoutout to all my fellow sansa stans & reminder that sansa is actually in the eyrie right now & shes happy & what d&d have written is as far from canon as possible :)
4.3 // 5.2
Give my muse three names and they will say which one they will wed, which one they’d bed and which one they’d behead.
❝Is the little wolf girl suddenly afraid of the dark?❞
“I don’t know.” It was true; Jeyne didn’t know what Sansa prayed for. The events that the pair had endured over the passing months caused them to question if the Gods they were sworn to were true and just. At her weakest, did her lady believe that her strength would return by visiting the Godswood still? “I don’t think the Gods can resurrect the dead.”
If they could, the world might be a better place. Or a worse one. ❝No, they can’t. No use wishing for such things.❞ Sansa Stark still mourned her father, which was understandable. She was young, and without him, she was alone in a very dangerous place. Still, it would be better for her to stop praying and crying herself to sleep at night and realize that no god nor man was going to help her - both she and her friend would have to help themselves.
“I mean, why are you in such a hurry?”
❝Don’t see why that’s any of your business.❞
“I see.” She leaned against the balcony, hands clasped, looking out over the sea – whether his answer was true or not, it was clear he did not want to speak further on the subject. “Was it the boys on the training field? They were out till all hours of the night, making more noise than boys should – I had half a mind to order them away for the sake of my own sleep.”
❝I’m sure an order from the queen would shut them up quickly, your grace.❞ He avoided answering the question directly as best he could; for the truth of the matter would displease her, he was sure. The fact that it was her own son’s behavior that made him lie awake at night gritting his teeth was not something he wished to share.
❝Of course the little bird’s gotten used to the cruelty by now. Good to see you’re actually saying something about it now, as opposed to staring at the floor and letting your eyes fill with tears.❞
“Of course…” Sansa started quickly, yet gracefully down the hall. It would not do well to keep Joffrey waiting, yet it would not bode well if she arrived, her hair a mess, or her dress dirtied from falling. “How is he today?”
He sighed and glanced sideways at her. ❝Angry.❞ Sandor had no idea as to why the king was angry, but it seemed as though there rarely was a reason; it was simply Joffrey. To know that anger would be taken out on the little bird today was upsetting, but what choice did Sandor have but to obey his king?
