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haaaaahaha NO

I've been waiting for Little Bird to update and now it did but I'm only halfway through and it's almost giving me heartburn. ;____;

omg. I can't finish this in one sitting. I just can't.

Going to rewatch New Girl, kbye. ;((((

[littlefeatherr]

Day 2 Sansan Fanfiction Challenge: Share your favorite scene including the author and story reference :D

"I don't want to live my life in anger," she whispered, perhaps more to herself than to him.

The burned corner of his mouth twitched, and she remembered the way those lips had felt against her own. There was nothing ugly about his kiss. It was shameful the way she'd let him believe otherwise. He watched her, waiting for her to continue.

Sansa stared at the face that had once frightened her so. "There's goodness in people," she said. "In spite of everything, I still believe that."

"Not all people."

She thought about that for a moment. "Maybe. But it's there in most. Sometimes it may be hard to see, but if you truly want to find it, you need only look." He frowned at that. "I already know what you would say. You think I'm just a stupid little bird."

Sandor watched her closely. His eyes hadn't left hers, and they now looked strangely soft. "No. I don't think that."

"Well, you've told me often enough you think I am. And you don't lie, remember?"

For a quick second his gaze wavered. His mouth went taut with a remorseful grimace. "I only ever said that in anger."

"Yes," she said, nodding slightly. "You say a lot when you're angry. Even more when you're drunk. Hurtful things." She looked away from him, back up into the sky.

The Hound stayed quiet for quite some time after that. They both did. She could feel his eyes on her face, but she didn't look his way. Every now and again a star would streak across the sky, and Sansa wished upon every single one. I wish for all this to end, she thought futilely, and then soon another star would race overhead. She wished once more for the Hound's rage to be gentled. A lot of time passed before another star shot across the sky, and it was very low, leaving a long tail of sparkling white light in its wake. Her breath caught at the sight, and she shut her eyes to make a third wish.

Next to her the Hound shifted. His calloused fingertips lightly brushed across her cheek, almost intangibly. "Open your eyes," he whispered. She did, only to find his burned face close to hers. A thrill of excitement suddenly stirred inside her stomach.

But he didn't kiss her. Instead a thousand questions had ignited in his eyes. Sansa swallowed past the hard lump in her throat, knowing she was responsible for the terrible hurt she saw there. With a shaking hand, she carefully cupped his face, and beneath her palm she felt the hint of exposed bone on his jaw. His eyes flickered slowly between hers, searching for a thousand answers. I'll give him every last one, she thought.

Running her fingers through his hair, she leaned in and lightly kissed the marred corner of his mouth. He inhaled sharply through flared nostrils. Sansa then moved her lips to his burned cheek and tenderly kissed the scars that were there. For a moment he stiffened, but then as she continued kissing her way along the scars she'd once considered the most terrible thing in the world, his eyes slipped shut and a sigh softer than silence escaped him. Making her way up to his brow and then his temple, she carried on kissing his ruined face. Finally she pushed his hair aside to place a gentle kiss on the mangled mass of tissue that was once his ear.

"Sansa," he exhaled. And then, watching her through heavy-lidded eyes, he slowly leaned towards her.

The first few kisses were gentle, almost hesitant. Each time their lips parted slightly, his warm breath would quiver against her mouth in a soft, tickling caress. He soon pulled her closer and held onto her like he never meant to let go. The chasm of emptiness inside of her slowly began to fill up. Her lips, her cheeks, her neck; he kissed her everywhere, right down to her soul.

Later, after Sandor had drifted off to sleep, Sansa lay awake in his arms. When an owl hooted nearby, she had no desire to fly off into the dark of night. Far away in the distance, wolves howled to each other. She nestled in closer to the warm body beside her and closed her eyes. For the first time since leaving King's Landing, she was exactly where she wanted to be.

WolverineKILLS, Little Bird

I've tagged the entries sansanfanficchallenge so we keep them together for easy reference :D