A hound will die for you, but never lie to you.

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ghostsinwinterfell — Fri, 12 Apr 2013 05:23:36 -0400

He took a song and a kiss and left me nothing but a bloody...

ghostsinwinterfell — Fri, 12 Apr 2013 05:22:29 -0400

He took a song and a kiss and left me nothing but a bloody cloak.

cabout: shisha im trapped

ghostsinwinterfell — Sun, 16 Sep 2012 07:38:14 -0400

cabout:

shisha im trapped

the-young-lion: “…this was a bitter tormented soul, a sinner...

ghostsinwinterfell — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 07:28:42 -0400

the-young-lion:

“…this was a bitter tormented soul, a sinner who mocked both gods and men. He served but found no pride in service. He fought but took no joy in victory. He drank, to drown his pain in a sea of wine. He did not love, nor was he loved himself. It was hate that drove him. Though he committed many sins he never sought forgiveness…”

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ghostsinwinterfell — Sat, 18 Aug 2012 06:04:28 -0400

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ghostsinwinterfell — Sat, 18 Aug 2012 03:51:44 -0400

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ghostsinwinterfell — Wed, 11 Jul 2012 04:02:23 -0400

Bonjour! I'm new in the Sansan fandom so I wanted to ask you if you could perhaps help a desperate shipper find some good fanfictions. Hope I'm not bothering you c: Thank you anyway!

ghostsinwinterfell — Tue, 03 Jul 2012 08:06:46 -0400

Not a bother at all and sorry to be so late in answering

there are a lot of great ones on archiveofourown.org and the sansaxsandor community on lj has some great ones as well :)

Hey ! May be spoiler here (currently reading a Storm of Sword so...). Anyway, I have to ask : Did he or did he not kiss her after the battle ? I read the chapter twice and it says nothing happened but in the next book Sansa says he did. I am puzzled !

ghostsinwinterfell — Thu, 28 Jun 2012 07:00:17 -0400

He did not kiss her. Don’t worry, I had to do the same thing. GRRM has stated that Sansa is an “unreliable narrator” and that the misremembered kiss will “eventually mean something”

source - http://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/UnKiss

Sorry for the late reply anon, I’ve been very busy lately! Hope you are enjoying the books

queeninthenorth

Some instinct made her lift her hand and cup his cheek with her...

ghostsinwinterfell — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 23:23:16 -0400

Some instinct made her lift her hand and cup his cheek with her fingers. The room was too dark for her to see him, but she could feel the stickiness of the blood, and a wetness that was not blood. “Little bird,” he said once more, his voice raw and harsh as steel on stone.

I am so happy I found your blog! My friend who watches GoT got me into the series, but doesn't agree with the SanSan pairing like I do. I am so glad I am not the only one shipping them like mad! :)

ghostsinwinterfell — Sun, 03 Jun 2012 19:26:44 -0400

I’m glad you are enjoying the blog :D

I'd like to request of video of these two with the song little red riding hood preferably by bowling for soup

ghostsinwinterfell — Sun, 03 Jun 2012 19:26:26 -0400

I have no idea how to make videos, but maybe one of the lovely people who follow this blog can help you out?

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ghostsinwinterfell — Thu, 31 May 2012 06:49:29 -0400

I’ll keep you safe

ghostsinwinterfell — Wed, 30 May 2012 07:07:08 -0400

I’ll keep you safe

castlesofsnow: The Hound and the Bird by ~snowapples

ghostsinwinterfell — Wed, 30 May 2012 02:23:46 -0400

castlesofsnow:

The Hound and the Bird by ~snowapples

castlesofsnow: Sandor ‘n’ Sansa by ~bangalore-monkey

ghostsinwinterfell — Wed, 30 May 2012 01:05:30 -0400

castlesofsnow:

Sandor ‘n’ Sansa by ~bangalore-monkey

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ghostsinwinterfell — Tue, 29 May 2012 10:11:51 -0400

Some instinct made her lift her hand and cup his cheek with her...

ghostsinwinterfell — Tue, 29 May 2012 09:29:48 -0400

Some instinct made her lift her hand and cup his cheek with her fingers. The room was too dark for her to see him, but she could feel the stickiness of the blood, and a wetness that was not blood. “Little bird,” he said once more, his voice raw and harsh as steel on stone. Then he rose from the bed. Sansa heard cloth ripping, followed by the softer sound of retreating footsteps.

When she crawled out of bed, long moments later, she was alone. She found his cloak on the floor, twisted up tight, the white wool stained by blood and fire. The sky outside was darker by then, with only a few pale green ghosts dancing against the stars. A chill wind was blowing, banging the shutters. Sansa was cold. She shook out the torn cloak and huddled beneath it on the floor, shivering.

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ghostsinwinterfell — Sun, 27 May 2012 22:51:57 -0400

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ghostsinwinterfell — Thu, 17 May 2012 16:03:06 -0400