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send 😘🍺 to drunkenly kiss my muse
sandor wasn’t shocked, exactly, when sansa leaned over and kissed him. caught off guard, certainly. his initial reaction was similar to one he had felt before, long ago. took him back to her bedroom in the red keep. those awful green flames burning just outside her window. but he had felt calm there. calm when she found him there and even more at peace when she placed a hand on his face. he remembered being both stunned and intrigued as her soft fingers contrasted with the scars that twisted along his skin. in the moment she kissed him, he could’ve sworn the feeling had lingered all those years, as well as he remembered it.
despite his body telling him not to, he pulled back. he knew there was something not quite right about kissing someone while she was drunk and he wasn’t – at least not nearly on her level. and especially if he was unsure whether the feelings that prompted his desire to return the kiss had any resemblance to those that prompted sansa to kiss him in the first place. he placed a finger under her chin, uncharacteristically, to keep their faces level. he opened his mouth to say something and froze for only a few seconds before changing his mind with a heavy sigh. “let’s get you back to your chambers.”













