Gentle Mother, font of mercy, save our sons from war,

We pray:

Stay the swords and stay the arrows, 

Let them know a better day.

-fleurdelys:

Top 10 fav. ships| SandorxSansa

al-jinni:

“There’s a pretty for you.”

All it would take was a shove, she told herself. He was standing right there, right there, smirking at her with those fat wormlips. You could do it, she told herself. You could. Do it right now. It wouldn’t even matter if she went over with him. It wouldn’t matter at all.
“Here, girl.” Sandor Clegane knelt before her, between her and Joffrey. With a delicacy surprising in such a big man, he dabbed at the blood welling from her broken lip.
“Here, girl.” Sandor Clegane knelt before her, between her and Joffrey. With a delicacy surprising in such a big man, he dabbed at the blood welling from her broken lip.
The moment was gone. Sansa lowered her eyes. ”Thank you,” she said when he was done. She was a good girl, and always remembered her courtesies.

giowatson:

i was a sobbing mess during THAT scene. still am, actually.