Sansa/Sandor, Double Drabble
Here are two partner drabbles for redcandle17 for her birthday.
Sorry they aren't more exciting or romantic. They're based off a scene from A Game Of Thrones that I have pondered for awhile.
The Sansa chapter after Ned dies, where Joffrey makes her go see his head on the wall. She has a moment near the end where she thinks about pushing him over the edge. It was just so out of character for her and then I thought Sandor was acting a little OOC too, I just thought it was one of those crossroads/fate things where anything could happen.
Anyways, I think they're aptly titled:
She had done it.
One second she was on the ground, staring up at him with hate in her eyes, thinking to herself, just one push and then she was staring down over the edge.
Joffrey was just a red stain on the bailey. The boy-king was dead. Sansa had avenged her family.
She knew she would die, but she was strangely calm. Just looking at the broken body of her once beloved prince and thinking of the last moments of her father was all she needed.
She heard the Hound unsheathe his sword and closed her eyes in final prayer. She prayed for the courage of the heroes of her favorite songs.
A shout and then a groan sounded on either side of her and she felt the slice of the sword through the air ruffle her hair. She opened her eyes to look when she felt the twin thumps.
Ser Meryn and Ser Arys lay dead at her feet.
The Hound was watching her expressionlessly; his sword was still drawn. The pale light shone on the blade and for some reason she thought of her father’s sword. Sandor’s eyes were unreadable and confusion held her still.
Sansa wasn’t sure how long they stood there staring, but when his large hand took hers she didn’t resist.
Sandor watched as she crumpled to the ground and noted that she even fell daintily and pretty. Auburn strands of hair fell around her soft cheeks and his fingers had the sudden urge to feel their softness. Her face would now have a few more bruises and he wondered how long it would take her to learn how to play the game. Her father had never learned and look what happened to him.
She was doing much better than he originally expected though. He had even been slightly impressed when she looked at the heads without wavering.
Sandor knew the look when it came to her eyes. He had felt the same himself and she had no scars to hide her expression.
Thinking quickly he stepped between them and cleaned her lips as gallantly as he could manage. The act of kindness dimmed the hatred in her eyes and she reverted back to her little bird self, spouting pleasantries as easily as songs.
He had no doubt she would’ve pushed Joffrey over the edge if given enough time. He wondered if she realized it as well.
Sandor knew what it was like to hate someone so much to kill him, no matter the outcome for yourself. It surprised him the little bird could feel it as well.
He was glad that he caught it before she followed through. Glad for the sake of his skin and glad that he wouldn’t have to kill her.
He would do it of course, but he wouldn’t enjoy it.
Hope you enjoy them redcandle17 and Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday as well to my new friend mistress_gwen! I promise I haven't forgotten the story we're working on!
Just need to finish...college...
Sorry they aren't more exciting or romantic. They're based off a scene from A Game Of Thrones that I have pondered for awhile.
The Sansa chapter after Ned dies, where Joffrey makes her go see his head on the wall. She has a moment near the end where she thinks about pushing him over the edge. It was just so out of character for her and then I thought Sandor was acting a little OOC too, I just thought it was one of those crossroads/fate things where anything could happen.
Anyways, I think they're aptly titled:
She had done it.
One second she was on the ground, staring up at him with hate in her eyes, thinking to herself, just one push and then she was staring down over the edge.
Joffrey was just a red stain on the bailey. The boy-king was dead. Sansa had avenged her family.
She knew she would die, but she was strangely calm. Just looking at the broken body of her once beloved prince and thinking of the last moments of her father was all she needed.
She heard the Hound unsheathe his sword and closed her eyes in final prayer. She prayed for the courage of the heroes of her favorite songs.
A shout and then a groan sounded on either side of her and she felt the slice of the sword through the air ruffle her hair. She opened her eyes to look when she felt the twin thumps.
Ser Meryn and Ser Arys lay dead at her feet.
The Hound was watching her expressionlessly; his sword was still drawn. The pale light shone on the blade and for some reason she thought of her father’s sword. Sandor’s eyes were unreadable and confusion held her still.
Sansa wasn’t sure how long they stood there staring, but when his large hand took hers she didn’t resist.
Sandor watched as she crumpled to the ground and noted that she even fell daintily and pretty. Auburn strands of hair fell around her soft cheeks and his fingers had the sudden urge to feel their softness. Her face would now have a few more bruises and he wondered how long it would take her to learn how to play the game. Her father had never learned and look what happened to him.
She was doing much better than he originally expected though. He had even been slightly impressed when she looked at the heads without wavering.
Sandor knew the look when it came to her eyes. He had felt the same himself and she had no scars to hide her expression.
Thinking quickly he stepped between them and cleaned her lips as gallantly as he could manage. The act of kindness dimmed the hatred in her eyes and she reverted back to her little bird self, spouting pleasantries as easily as songs.
He had no doubt she would’ve pushed Joffrey over the edge if given enough time. He wondered if she realized it as well.
Sandor knew what it was like to hate someone so much to kill him, no matter the outcome for yourself. It surprised him the little bird could feel it as well.
He was glad that he caught it before she followed through. Glad for the sake of his skin and glad that he wouldn’t have to kill her.
He would do it of course, but he wouldn’t enjoy it.
Hope you enjoy them redcandle17 and Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday as well to my new friend mistress_gwen! I promise I haven't forgotten the story we're working on!
Just need to finish...college...