Sansa Stark and Sandor Clegane, ‘A Clash of Kings’ George R.R. Martin (via littlebird27)
Poster drawn by the very brilliant and talented illustrator Bubug for one of our projects at the “Pawn to Player: Rethinking Sansa” threads.
I just love Bubg’s illustrations, they’re gorgeous !
Also, the PtP thread on Westeros.org is the only reason I visit this forum at all. The analysis and reflections are amazing.
#little dove #because she’s a beautiful thing kept in a cage#little bird #because sandor sees her as someone he can only admire from afar#little flamingo #because flamingos are pink and she’s a redhead #little american bald eagle #because she’s a stark and starks are an endangered species by now#little preying mantis #because she seems relatively harmless until she does kung-fu #little flying squirrel #because she doesn’t seem to be capable of flight until whoah mothafukka she leaps from one tree and is airborne #sansa for all the avian metaphors
“She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.”
I can’t wait to see her as Alayne Stone in the show… Since they’re heavily preparing that part of her arc, in detriment of other aspects.
I wish the Hound were here. The night of the battle, Sandor Clegane had come to her chambers to take her from the city, but Sansa had refused. Sometimes she lay awake at night, wondering if she’d been wise. She had his stained white cloak hidden in a cedar chest beneath her summer silks. She could not say why she’d kept it. The Hound had turned craven, she heard it said; at the height of the battle, he got so drunk the Imp had to take his men. But Sansa understood. She knew the secret of his burned face. It was only the fire he feared. That night, the wildfire had set the river itself ablaze, and filled the very air with green flame. Even in the castle, Sansa had been afraid. Outside… she could scarcely imagine it.
Sighing, she got out quill and ink, and wrote Margaery Tyrell a gracious note of acceptance.
When the appointed night arrived, another of the Kingsguard came for her, a man as different from Sandor Clegane as… well, as a flower from a dog.
I hate the Sansa/Sandor ship SO much. I like Sanford as a character but he is both verbally and emotionally abusive to Sansa. Plus he’s highly unstable, Sansa deserves so much better. After all that Sansa has been through, I just want her to be happy. I don’t get why the fandom ships it so much, just because Sandor isn’t a complete fucking asshole to Sansa.
I ship SanSan as much as Sansa ships SanSan.
Because my OTP is Sansa/Agency And Getting To Make Her Own Fucking Choices. So if she enjoys thinking about making out with that giant drunken angry Snow White Inna Doggy Sweater, if he makes her happy, I will man the shit out of that ship’s oars.
That, and their dynamic as a deconstruction of the Beauty and the Beast trope is one of the more interesting dynamics in the book, and just so right the hell up my alley. I like their interaction, romantic or not. I like that Sansa has such power and influence over one of the most dangerous men in Westeros, and she did it unintentionally and through what most people call her weaknesses or things that got her into trouble (her earnest belief in songs, her gentleness, her stealthily sassy mouth, her courtesy, her foo-foo girliness). I mean, he influenced and effected her as well, but no where near how much she did him. Seriously, tho, she’s his goddamn Queen of Love and Beauty and All That Shit. She owns that ass.
“She owns that ass”
Also, who the fuck is Sanford ?
Okay, I’m tediously going back and fixing any mistakes by checking them against the books. The italics are really interesting!
Got to the the scene where Sandor comes back and harrangues the Brotherhood Without Banners and laughing my head off
he is so fucking sassy. Like, he was sassy before, but that’s the scene where he’s wet, he’s hurt, he’s robbed, he’s very angry, he gave his last shit so long ago that he doesn’t even care that he’s infiltrated the hideout of and threatening a whole group of armed outlaws who hate him, you can just feel the sass coming off him in waves
my favorite ~~~*
And that’s why both the show, and those who see Sandor as a big psychopathic brute (which he isn’t, look at the definition of a psychopath first), just don’t know how to read.
Sandor is smart. And, yes, sassy., He’s a very vocal character , very prolificient with words. He may not have the culture coming from book study like Tyrion (and that is a point on which we truly have no information, we just tend to assume because of his current job… Yet we know that he used to like the stories and songs as a child, which denotes sensitivity and some curiosity towards the written word), but he has this very pragmatic intelligence, easiness with speech and argumentation. And a mean, black sense of humor ;)
Also, he obviously does a lot of thinking on his own, be it on the royal court and politic mechanics, that he sees very lucidly (remember his advice to Tyrion in the first chapter of ACoK, which the Imp overlooks with comtempt for the cur ? Yet it is the same advice that Lord Tywin will later give him), or on the existence of good and evil, the role of religion and the order of chivalry in Westeros… Definitely not your typical sellsword’s thoughts !
But then, having been excluded from the normal Westerosi society by circumstances and his face since such a young age, he is the outsider, the Stranger. And what better place to observe and judge the actions of this society ? He observes, judge, and laugh at them, yet he has no one to share his thougths with (I’m not counting the other Lannister guards with whom he trains as potential partners for deep conversations). Until Sansa, who I think is the first person actually willing - and interested ! - in hearing him. She may have been the only person with whom he ever had conversations this deep (one of my very favourite arts in ASoIaF is that moment before the battle of the Blackwater where Sansa and him discuss of the goodness in humans, and amongst other things she tells him he’s going to hell for his terrible actions. She tells this to the face of the Hound, whom she supposedly fears XD)
And I’ve seen other people smirking at the idea of this big great warrior confiding his fears and sharing his thoughts with a girl.
Sansa is also an outsider. She is also the Stranger at the court, staying and watching from the shadows. Like Sandor, she is invisible, except for when she has to obey the King’s orders, but then… Give them what they want. (I’ve always thought that sentence to be Sandor’s personnal motto, a thing he repeated to himself for years, since he sold himself to the Lannisters at 12 )
There are many other reasons behind that connection that will form between them, but one of the first is that they litterally are both very alone, and have no one else with whom they can be honest. To everyone else, Sansa is the Little Bird, this silly, naive little girl, too polite to be interesting, the daughter of a traitor, and Sandor is the Hound, this big brute whose value lays in his sword. Yet they will learn to see beyond each other’s mask… Like the good reader, for whom Sansa and Sandor’s character subtelties are one of the book’s greatest surprises and pleasures.
I mean, maybe it’s just me, but who at the beginning of the first book would have thought that those two would reveal themselves so interesting ? Especially Sandor, who, while not being a POV, still manages to be more fascinating that most of them ! The part where he tells Sansa the story of his burned face was the moment when I knew this book would be different from others, the surprise there changed my opinion of the whole story, and it was important, not just for Sandor’s arc, imho, but for the meaning of the whole story (and thank you HBO for butchering this !)
(Also, how I like that at Joffrey’s court, Sansa’s survival is based on polite lies and Sandor’s on sassy irony :-) )
TL;DR : Sandor is awesome and sassy and actually hilarious, and a fascinating character. Aside from that, I ship Sansan to death.