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@scndor / @prodigum begged for a mobile starter bc she couldn’t wait for me to get home to do this

“Can I go where you go?” Sansa asked. “Will we always be this close?”

#you said I dare you #I said bet #crack tbt.#scndor #prodigum #to be deleted.

cont.

Arya's stuck in front of Sandor on the saddle, his Stranger a grim death black stallion. She immediately bites the inside of her cheek to stifle any potential laughter that threatened to escape her lips at the very portrait he paints in her mind as they trot through the forested woodland, her grey gaze flickering upward as she watched the leaves slowly turn from green to crimson to gold to sunset orange. Winter is coming.

House Stark words. Her words. The sun's setting rays illuminated her copper complexion as her fingers reached to feel her lost braids, almost as if she's lost a piece of herself. Arya died that day in King's Landing when they executed her father. The Hound's words are as sharp as a whip of ice, but the wandering princess decides not to let that affect her as she reaches out to grasp at two apples on a low branch of an apple tree and takes a bite, before reluctantly offering @scndor the other apple while the two continue to trot through the forest into a seemingly abandoned village.

❝𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐧, 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭.❞ Arya half-jested. That'd be a sight. The girl looked to the side as they rode past rows of abandoned houses in a village. Brows furrowed, Arya asks, ❝𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬?❞

#arya stark. || ic.#scndor #dynamic; arya & sandor.#interactions; sandor clegane.#v; a storm of swords.#ALGAJLAGJGLAGALJAGL THEYRE DORKS I LOVE THEM

A DANCE WITH DRAGONS; ACCEPTING @scndor asked ❛ words are wind. words cannot harm me. ❜

“Words and wind can both still cut anything exposed to them.” The words were spoken quietly, her head tilted in gentle contemplation. Sandor Clegane struck her as a man with few exposed parts. A tower of mail and steel, but possessing armor of the spirit as well. A necessity, she supposed, to forge that armor around himself. Adelaide had no such armor. All her soft parts and raw nerves seemed to be on display, open for a sharp word to puncture and scar. She didn’t know any other way of being. “They need not do harm to hurt.”

#scndor #*❀ ic; answered #*❀ verse; got

@scndor // starter call.

‘ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ’ 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 for someone who takes orders from a lesser man under the guise of chivalry. KINGS DO NOT HIT WOMEN. their guards do. THE HOUND is a man who takes orders from others. he’s a dog.

sansa cannot help but to feel a sense of hatred for the vessel of the prince’s violence, too. he is hard & unforgiving —— a MOUNTAIN in his own right. but to think that he might have the same nightmares of her that she has of him was rewarding. tucked away in her chambers where she might find respite, sansa had always HOPED with a young childish fervor that the hound had nightmares of her bruised & bloodied face, too. he DESERVED it, for all the harm he had caused. & not just to her, she knows ——

‘ you’ve killed other men. ’

a statement that sounds so empty on its own when she says it, but the words are heavy enough. you MURDERER. it’s a curse she lays upon him —— the only thing large enough sansa can manage to combat with while still a child herself.

#scndor #well shes a brat but :/