They broke their fast in silence until Sandor said,
“This thing about your Mother…”
“It doesn’t matter.” Arya said in a dull voice “I know she’s dead, I saw her in a dream.”
The Hound looked at her a long time, then nodded. No more was said of it.
Teeny snippet from my illustration for the Game of Thrones Minizine. Photoshop.
I seriously need to get over my infatuation with Sandor Clegane. It will only end in tears.
(GUYS GUYS GUYS, PLEASE, NO SPOILERS IN THE COMMENTS! ,:| )
I only realize just now that the thing Arya and Sandor’s scenes were missing most of all in the show was the Tremendously Depressing Rain and sense of oppressive danger.
Game of Thrones || 02x06 || 03x09
He saw Sansa crying herself to sleep at night, and he saw Arya watching in silence and holding her secrets hard in her heart. There were shadows all around them. One shadow was as dark as ash, with the terrible face of a hound. ~Bran, aGoT~
favourite asoiaf characters; Arya Stark
“Who are you?” he would ask her every day.
“No one,” she would answer, she who had been Arya of House Stark, Arya Underfoot, Arya Horseface. She had been Arry and Weasel too, and Squab and Salty, Nan the cupbearer, a grey mouse, a sheep, the ghost of Harrenhal but not for true, not in her heart of hearts. In there she was Arya of Winterfell, the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn, who had once had brothers named Robb and Bran and Rickon, a sister named Sansa, a direwolf called Nymeria, a half brother named Jon Snow. In there she was someone … but that was not the answer that he wanted.”