#desperately madly

[ladytp]

Six Sentence Sunday

Sansa could recall with crystalline clarity the exact moment when she stopped thinking of King Joffrey’s surly sworn shield as the Hound and started seeing him as Sandor Clegane.

She had been crying – once more. Silent tears had flowed down her cheeks all the way to her chin, but she hadn’t even bothered to wipe them away. There were so many.

There was nobody else to care about her tears either, or about her. She was not the valued member of a powerful house any longer, not a cherished daughter, loved sister, a treasured friend.

[ladytp]

Hi, i was wondering if you would ever re-post "Desperately, madly"? It's such a wonderful story and I was hoping to find it again. Thank you

Oh dear! This lovely ask takes me back a long, long time... I think it was LiveJournal Sansa/Sandor community CommFicMeme (or maybe some other?) writing challenge for which I wrote that tale... Around 2014? 

*wistfully stares into void, remembering the ‘good old days’*

What a great honour it is that you still remember that - and kindly, as well!!

I’m sure that if I would dig the fic up again from my hard drive, I would be horrified to see how poor the writing is, and would need to do some editing before being brave enough to post it... I guess it might be a good thing as a sign that I might have learned something about writing in the past several years? 😳

Maybe I have to do just that... Thanks a lot for prompting me! 

*hugs* 🤗