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the first two chapters of my sansan fic out now!

title: Ложная весна (The False Spring)

language: ru

rating: mature-explicit

tw/cw: harassment scenes, sex scenes

timeline: 3 years after last Sansa's chapter. partly post-canon

summary: One chance encounter in Saltpans - and everything that's happened after

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#sansan #sansa x sandor #asoiaf #sandor clegane #sansa stark

when Lady first met Sandor, she growled at him because Sansa was afraid:

Still, Sansa wrenched away from him, and the Hound laughed, and Lady moved between them, rumbling a warning.

But I keep wondering how their relationship would develop if Lady were alive? How would she communicate with the Hound? Would she start liking him at some point and how much her sympathy would confuse him?

#asoiaf #sandor clegane #sansa stark #sansan #sansa x sandor #lady the direwolf

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my fic is bigger than my own book atm

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so i changed the number of chapters into god-knows-how-many because it all got out of control

my fic is bigger than my own book atm

every single day of my life is full of pain because of my inability to write accurate sandors language.

in the books, the hound's every word is written the way you can literally hear his voice. you feel the tone he's speaking, the idgafity he's spreading.

I felt it in some fics as well so i know that it's not impossible. but i cannot reach this level of character understanding myself no matter how many times I've tried (it's been for damn 8 years now). I always end up realizing this is not the way he would speak or these are not the words that would pop up in his head. he would say it more.... more what? Who tf knows.

#this is a fucking nightmare #sandor clegane #asoiaf #writing

HERE'S A 5TH CHAPTER!

finally something interesting is about to start

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#asoiaf #sansan #sansa x sandor

I'm obsessed with how miserable was Lysa till the last second of her life

“They all tried to take him from me. My lord father, my husband, your mother… Catelyn most of all. She liked to kiss my Petyr too, oh yes she did.”

“...and Catelyn danced six dances with Petyr that night, six, I counted.”

“...and Petyr tried to kiss your mother, only she pushed him away. She laughed at him. He looked so wounded I thought my heart would burst, and afterward he drank until he passed out at the table.”

“That was the night I stole up to his bed to give him comfort. I bled, but it was the sweetest hurt. He told me he loved me then, but he called me Cat, just before he fell back to sleep. Even so, I stayed with him until the sky began to lighten. Your mother did not deserve him. She would not even give him her favor to wear when he fought Brandon Stark. I would have given him my favor. I gave him everything. He is mine now. Not Catelyn’s and not yours.”

“Catelyn kissed you in the godswood, but she never meant it, she never wanted you. Why did you love her best? It was me, it was always meeee!”

“You can’t want her. You can’t. She’s a stupid empty-headed little girl. She doesn’t love you the way I have. I’ve always loved you. I’ve proved it, haven’t I?”

Like. Every day you watch someone not choosing you, and when this finally happens out of pity and despair, you're so happy that you're gaslighting yourself your dream has finally come true

“My sweet silly jealous wife,” he said, chuckling. “I’ve only loved one woman, I promise you.” Lysa Arryn smiled tremulously. “Only one? Oh, Petyr, do you swear it? Only one?” “Only Cat.” He gave her a short, sharp shove. Lysa stumbled backward, her feet slipping on the wet marble. And then she was gone. She never screamed. For the longest time there was no sound but the wind.

And at the very end you fall from a tremendous height and through the whistling of the wind you hear the name that is not and has never been yours.

This will haunt me forever

#asoiaf #lysa arryn #petyr littlefinger baelish