@loreforged : "is that blood?" / sansa
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 and sugar when it glides down his tongue. they are made , the both of them , out of such earthly things.
sandor clenches his fist , an attempt to hide the redness of his fingers - some remnant of the prodding of his own fingers into his abdomen. blood is red , and real , and flowing. like tomorrow , maybe. like something half held onto. like an old promise.
❝ don’t worry yourself , little bird , ❞ he starts , all drenched in sarcasm and some specific superiority. ❝ men bleed. what the fuck for , don’t ask me. born for it - some sick joke. ❞ he attempts to tease , but his voice remains all too tied to the words. jaded. from the earth and back to it and for all the gods and their fucking mothers know what. he doesn’t. feet keep moving. death a mere obstacle. his jaw aches for the ground. heavy. for what? just a minute -
he breaks the thought with a heavy sigh. eyes all red-rimmed and heavy. feeling , sorely , the ocean between the two. and wanting to swim it , all the same.