Cats, vampires and cats that are vampires

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"You know, that thing, it didn't work out."

"Which thing?"

Sketches inspired by @littlelindentree ‘s fantastic WIP Badlands

commission made by Sabictali and based on Beauty and the Beast by Blackshear.

Don't address me as "sir." I'm called the Beast! I don't like compliments. (the Beauty and the Beast by Jean Cocteau)

Sandor Clegane snarled at her. "Spare me your empty little compliments, girl...and your ser's." (A Game of Thrones - Sansa II)

At first I was indeed afraid, Father. Now, I sometimes feel like bursting out laughing. But, then I look into his eyes and they're so sad, that I have to turn away from crying. (the Beauty and the Beast by Jean Cocteau)

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. (A Game of Thrones - Sansa II)

Belle: He's entrusted me with the key to his treasure. He has complete confidence in me. (the Beauty and the Beast by Jean Cocteau)

But Sansa understood. She knew the secret of his burned face. (A Storm of Swords - Sansa I)

Belle's Father: You manage to feel sorry for him? Belle: I bear his presence, because I'd be happy if I could make him forget his ugliness. (the Beauty and the Beast by Jean Cocteau)

"Is the Hound the champion now?" Sansa asked Ned. "No," he told her. "There will be one final joust, between the Hound and the Knight of Flowers." But Sansa had the right of it after all." (A Game of Thrones - Eddard VII)