30 Hours of Game of Thrones
hour eleven: a scene of your OTP
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.
#ok you’re probably looking at this graphic thinking THIS IS A WEIRD ASS SHIP but IT’S ACTUALLY NOT and i’ll tell you why. sansa/sandor is one of those ships that may not be endgame, but it’s still good because here are two people - the two most unlikely people - that find a kind of sanctuary in each other. sansa has her preconceptive notions of honour and knights and all the romantic ideals she cherishes just smashed by joffrey and his guard and it leaves her just wrecked inside, and then there’s sandor - who may not LOOK like her traditional idea of a knight or a hero, but is the only one who is gentle with her, who is kind to, who treats her with respect. And Sansa is this reminder to Sandor that there is beauty in the world, and that some people are innocent, and the trials they face are not always of their own doing. THEY’RE BOTH IMPORTANT TO EACH OTHER OK AND IT’S A COOL SHIP AND YOU SHOULD SHIP IT