cutecreative:
Littlefinger looking absurdly sexual with his legs spread, while Sansa copes with seeing someone die for the first time. I was gonna photoshop my face onto Sansa, but I’m too lazy.
crystalgordon:
I did a few color studies of Sansa & Sandor tonight. On a related note, I’m only partially through reading A Clash of Kings, so I don’t know where these two are going to end up, but I just know that at this point I really enjoy how he is so begrudgingly nice to her in the meanest way possible.
spinstersgetupforbreakfast:
He can make me look at the heads, she thought, but he can’t make me see them.
Oh! Sweet she was, and pure and fair. The maid with honey in her hair
You are Alayne, and you must be Alayne all the time.
She had been weeping too much of late. It was unseemly, she knew, but she could not seem to help herself; the tears would come, sometimes over a trifle, and nothing she did could hold them back.
The battle of good and evil is a great subject for any book and certainly for a fantasy book, but I think ultimately the battle between good and evil is weighed within the individual human heart and not necessarily between an army of people dressed in white and an army of people dressed in black. When I look at the world, I see that most real living breathing human beings are grey.
…but it was Petyr all the while. Littlefinger was only a mask he had to wear. Only sometimes Sansa found it hard to tell where the man ended and the mask began. Littlefinger and Lord Petyr looked so very much alike. She would had fled them both, perhaps, but there was nowhere for her to go.