Clodcoma

Sing for me.

Sansan illustration for my fanfic

commission based on Frankeinsten done by CallistoAwe .

The rasping voice trailed off. He squatted silently before her, a hulking black shape shrouded in the night, hidden from her eyes. Sansa could hear his ragged breathing. She was sad for him, she realized. Somehow, the fear had gone away. The silence went on and on, so long that she began to grow afraid once more, but she was afraid for him now, not for herself. She found his massive shoulder with her hand. "He was no true knight," she whispered to him. The Hound threw back his head and roared. Sansa stumbled back, away from him, but he caught her arm. "No," he growled at her, "no, little bird, he was no true knight." (A Game of Thrones - Sansa II)

it does not need to be romantic if you do not want it to be but whatever it is you can deny that Sansa is the only light in Sandor's world.

Only one yes, because he was able to care for Arya only because the little beautiful courteous and proper lady, the singing little bird, touched him on his shoulder and with a delicate force reached the heart that he exposed to her an only her. The only soul that saw and recognized the pain of see a world where your ideals get dragged away by someone you should trust, the only human to recognize your humanity under the monstrous mask.