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Published on Jun 21, 2012
ah looky i finished a got video finally! and idk how i feel about the outcome tho... le sigh. never am. i shall say nothing but retain the makers prerogative to not like it in about five seconds. idk how i feel about the colouring tho, it looked okay in sv but not so much in kmplayer. gah!
anywho i love these two, they have such a complex and sweet relationship. he is her guardian, replacing lady for her and tbh that in itself is such a huge position of trust for him to be in. so yeah. also i feel really ill atm and i'm tired from work, so if this sucks then i blame that. dedicated to jamie (my cat) for sitting curled up with me all afternoon, even if it was to stay warm and dry. back to the slave grind.
the quotes come from the books (the first three) although i copied these of various forums and communities on the internet. (google is your chum here my friends) and all info is at the end of the video (just keep watching). all listed below.
voice overs: sansa: you won't hurt me sandor: no little bird, i won't hurt you
quotes: Sansa said, "I knew the Hound would win." "They trained you well, little bird." "I . . . I should have come to you after," she said haltingly. "To thank you, for . . . for saving me . . . you were so brave." He yanked her closer, and for a moment she thought he meant to kiss her. With a delicacy surprising in such a big man, he dabbed at the blood welling from her broken lip. "I will sing it for you gladly." Sandor Clegane snorted. "Pretty thing, and such a bad liar. A dog can smell a lie, you know. Look around you, and take a good whiff. They're all liars here . . . and every one better than you." Sandor Clegane unfastened his cloak and tossed it at her. Sansa clutched it against her chest, fists bunched hard in the white wool. The coarse weave was scratchy against her skin, but no velvet had ever felt so fine. "And the little bird, your pretty sister, I stood there in my white cloak and let them beat her. I took the bloody song, she never gave it. I meant to take her too. I should have." Some instinct made her lift her hand and cup his cheek with her fingers. He had come to Sansa in the darkness as green fire filled the sky. He took a song and a kiss, and left me nothing but a bloody cloak. "And she sang for me. You didn't know that, did you? Your sister sang me a sweet little song."