“…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…”

2 years ago on 20 June 2012 @ 11:23pm + 3,722 notes
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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.

2 years ago on 17 May 2012 @ 1:41am + 164 notes
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You’ll be grateful of the hateful things I do someday.

2 years ago on 8 May 2012 @ 11:13pm + 1,595 notes
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A song of Ice and Fire 30 day challenge.

↳ Day three: A scene you want to see on the show.


“Sansa made herself smile, afraid that he would have Ser Meryn hit her again if she did not, but it was no good, the king still shook his head. “Wipe off the blood, you’re all messy.”

The outer parapet came up to her chin, but along the inner edge of the walk was nothing, nothing but a long plunge to the bailey seventy or eighty feet below. 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.
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.” A Game of Thrones, Chapter 65. 


“With a delicacy surprising in such a big man, he dabbed at the blood welling from her broken lip.”

George RR Martin

A Song of Ice and Fire, Game of Thrones