— Sholeh Wolpé, from Attar’s “The Conference of the Birds”; “About this Translation,”
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I told you, a dog will never lie to you, little bird. I promised to keep you safe. ❖
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Cleganebowl was entirely a fan service. People have been hyped up for it for yeaaaarssss and it caused enough chatter after the episode aired too. Like the audience loved that shit.
But no, I don’t think it’s ever going to happen in the books. A big part of Sandor’s development is learning to let go of his past and find the peace his brother had stolen from him. That’s his biggest fuck you to his family - moving on.
Sansa praying to gentle the anger inside him seems rather indicative to me that the next time they see each other, he’d have controlled that part of him that she doesn’t like so much. It’s why I think it was so imperative for him to be a gravedigger at the Quiet Isles, otherwise I can’t see why GRRM would waste time in giving this character with rage issues an opportunity to resolve them if he was just meant to kill his brother. That rage would be useful then, but the only character Sandor would ever better himself for is Sansa.
And I think once he finds her, he’s never leaving her side again and neither would she want him to. The memory of him makes her feel safe and gives her comfort, imagine what his presence could offer her. He’s her rock and she’s a balm to his soul. They need each other.
As far as the endgame goes, I don’t see Sansa becoming Queen in the North because I think Bran’s set to be the King. But I still see her holding an important position, potentially as the Lady of the Vale which may come under Northern rule since Robin isn’t going to survive TWOW clearly. Sansa doesn’t want to be queen anymore, but she does want her own home and a family. If she marries Sandor, which I think she will, then she doesn’t stop being a Stark and their children become Starks too.
It’s an ideal ending for book!Sansa, who wants a man who appreciates her for who she is and loves her beyond her name and her title. She’d have the agency that was robbed from her to marry whoever she liked, and she’d choose this rough man who melts around her and who’d never let anything happen to her and all the prissy lords are going to be shook because they all had plans to keep Sansa for themselves.
Sandor loves everything about her that the world considers weakness, and he’d want to preserve that innocence that she fears has been stolen. He doesn’t care about power and politics and would never try and manipulate her or take the power and influence she wields as his own and he’d stare down any fool that came to her thinking they could weasel out some favour they didn’t deserve.
And if she wanted to leave everything behind and go live in some cabin in the woods, he’d be so down for that. And if she wanted to be in this castle in the sky surrounded by silks and luxury, then he’d be there to guard her from any nightmares too. There are just so many ways I can see them ending their story, but in every version, they’ve found happiness and balance in each other. Oof, and a family. There’s definitely a family in every ending too.
The Hound drunkenly scaring off a willing woman when he hasn’t gotten laid this whole time, but blushing at Sansa and her touching his hand is peak romance.
- He got what he deserved, I gave it to him.
- How?
I can’t believe Sandor & Sansa invented eye contact….
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Look at me! Stannis is a killer. The Lannisters are killers. Your father was a killer. Your brother is a killer. Your sons will be killers someday. The world is built by killers… so you better get used to looking at them.
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The Hound & Sansa by Arantza Sestayo (deviantart) for the 20th Anniversary Illustrated Edition of A Game of Thrones, to be released on October 18, 2016 (via Vanity Fair)
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.
–Sansa VI, A Game of Thrones
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“I could keep you safe,” he rasped. “They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.” He yanked her closer, and for a moment she thought he meant to kiss her. He was too strong to fight. She closed her eyes, wanting it to be over, but nothing happened. “Still can’t bear to look, can you?” she heard him say.
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