— No Little Bird I Won't Hurt You —
Erin. 22. Solely Game of Thrones blog. I adore Sandor Clegane. Currently reading Feast for Crows.
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"I am not in danger. I AM the danger. A guy opens his door and gets shot, and you think that of me? No. I am the one who KNOCKS."
— Varys, A Dance with Dragons (via incorrectgotquotes)
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stark or lannister or targaryen or greyjoy

dorne or king’s landing or winterfell

direwolves or dragons

oberyn or doran

sansa or margaery or daenerys

the night’s watch or the kingsguard

westeros or beyond the wall

book one or two or three or four or five

the hound or the mountain that rides

the red wedding or the purple wedding

robb or joffrey or stannis or renly

queen or khaleesi

tyrion or jaime or cersei

tyrell or martell

the books or the tv show

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game of thrones meme: eight friendships and/or otps [3/8]
↳ Sandor x Arya

“If you want me, come get me.” Sandor pushed away from the wall and stood in a half-crouch behind the bench, his sword held across his body.“You think we won’t?” said Polliver. “You’re drunk.”“Might be,” said the Hound, “but you’re dead.” His foot lashed out and caught the bench, driving it hard into Polliver’s shins. Somehow the bearded man kept his feet, but the Hound ducked under his wild slash and brought his own sword up in a vicious backhand cut. Blood spattered on the ceiling and walls. The blade caught in the middle of Polliver’s face, and when the Hound wrenched it loose half his head came with it.The Tickler backed away. Arya could smell his fear. The shortsword in his hand suddenly seemed almost a toy against the long blade the Hound was holding, and he wasn’t armored either. He moved swiftly, light on his feet, never taking his eyes off Sandor Clegane. It was the easiest thing in the world for Arya to step up behind him and stab him.“Is there gold hidden in the village?” she shouted as she drove the blade up through his back. “Is there silver? Gems?” She stabbed twice more. “Is there food? Where is Lord Beric?” She was on top of him by then, still stabbing. “Where did he go? How many men were with him? How many knights? How many bowmen? How many, how many, how many, how many, how many, how many? Is there gold in the village?”Her hands were red and sticky when Sandor dragged her off him. “Enough,” was all he said.
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