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𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑, I took little Bran outside to meet Stranger. Watching the horse interact with my son, carefully sniffing and letting him grab his mane, I hear distant noises from the main yard. Telling Stranger goodbye, me, Ryne and Bran go to see what's happening
I was certain that my eyes were playing with me when I saw my sister face for the first time in years. Sansa was here. And next to her rode a big woman and...Tyrion Lannister's squire? Was that Brienne of fucking Tarth? Across the yard I get a glimpse of Tormund marveling at the woman, which made me realise that he changes the people he fancies like socks.
My gaze is again taken by Sansa getting of the horse and looking around for familiar faces. Meanwhile, Jon also get out, followed by Edd. Jon walks to Sansa and they embrace each other for the first time I guess.
When they both let go, I approach my sister with an already sleeping Bran in my arms. She did not know I was there, her surprised look turned into a more joyful one. I unwrap one of my hands from Bran and hug her. Then, she glances at her nephew. "He looks like him" she recognised features that Bran shared with his father that others didn't see.
Somehow she was right. He had his face structure, but my eyes and my lips. I smile at her.
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𝐖𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 our starved Sansa some food and all three of us- well actually five if you counted Bran and Ryne refusing to leave my side- sat by the fire. "This if good soup" my sister complimented
"Do you remember those kidney pies Old Nan used to make?" she asks us, but still looking at the bowl of soup
"With the peas and onions?" asks Jon
"Mhm" Sansa smiles
"I never liked them, but I didn't want to disappoint the poor woman" I confess
"I did not know you were that nice" Jon jokes and a smile is also on my face
"We never should've left Winterfell" He admits. If we didn't leave I wouldn't have had Bran. Or maybe I would, but he would've been not Sandor's.
"Don't you wish we could go back to the day we left? I want to scream at myself: 'Don't go you idiot!' "
"How could we know?"
"I spent a lot of time thinking of what an ass I was to you. I wish I could change everything" She glances at our brother
"We were children" But I didn't feel like one.
"I was awful just admit it" I don't join their talk, not being that good to explain my feelings with words
Jon chuckles "You were occasionally awful. I sure I can't have been great fun. Always sulking in the corner while the rest of you played" He then gives me a look "and Danya drank"
I smile "Fine. Yes, I admit it. I was a drunk, sulking girl and I might go back to my old habits when I'm done with breast feeding" They both laugh at me
And to spite me even more, Sansa holds out her hand for Jon's cup of ale and drinks from it, but almost spits it.
"Alcohol's not that good as me and Cersei made it look like, isn't it?" I rise my brow at her smiling face
"Where will you go?" the discussion gets more serious
"Where will we go?" Jon corrects her "If I don't watch over both of you father's ghost will come back and murder me"
"Where will we go?" Sansa changes the question
"I can't stay here, not after what happened"
"There's only one place we can go"
"Home" I say before Sansa could
"Should we tell the Boltons to pack up and leave?"
"We'll take it back from them" Sansa declares
"I don't have an army"
"How many Wildlings did you save?"
"They didn't come here to serve me"
"When the Army of the Dead crosses the Wall, do they want to be the first thing they see? No. We need Winterfell. To survive the winter and the Night King" I finally snap at Jon for his pessimistic nature.
"Winterfell is our home" Sansa also doesn't give up urging Jon "It's ours, and Arya's and Bran's and Rickon's. Wherever they are, it belongs to our family, we have to fight for it"
"I'm tired of fighting" Little Bran stirs in my arms from Jon's sudden change of tone. He apologises to me before rising up to meet Sansa's gaze "It's all I have done since I left home"
"And all you'll ever do if we don't take Winterfell back" My voice was soft and as gentle as my hand that stroke my son's cheek.
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Selfish // Sandor Clegane
Fanfiction"Because I am not beautiful Sansa or wild Arya, I am Danya, Sandor, just Danya." #2 in asongoficeandfire 7/26/2023 #1 in sandor 9/5/2023 #3 in clegane 7/9/2023 #1 in thehound 8/5/2023 #2 in aryastark 9/20/2023 #2 in nedstark 12/05/2023