about arya and the hound
Hi! Good question, and so difficult to answer :)
I like a lot of things about Sansa. For instance, I love that she is a nice, good-natured person, which it might seem simple, but it’s not that easy to find (particularly on Westeros), and it’s something that should be cherished. I also love her strength (which is often overlooked), and her persistence and willingness to survive (and surviving in King’s Landing is not that easy, tbh). She’s resourceful, and has a gift for diplomacy and politics (as Tyrion, one of the most gifted in that sense in the series, notices). She’s intelligent, and learns fast. She’s passive, all right, but she’s also prudent and sensible.
But I think that the thing that appealed to me the most about her is the fact that I can really relate to her: all those mistakes she makes (which are the reason she gets so much hate) are mistakes that I’d probably make being in a similar situation. She’s really naïve at the beginning of the series (not stupid, those are different things, imo), she’s a romantic, and I can connect with that. I like the fact that she’s not perfect, and that she’s not some kind of infallible and perfect character (that’s something I could say about almost all of Martin’s character), she’s a child at the beginning of the series, and she acts like it. She learns, little by little, from the terrible things she has to endure, but in a credible way.
Probably the fact that all the people I know and have read the books hated her/were annoyed by her also influenced me, because I have a thing for underestimated characters (I can proudly say that I have changed most of this people’s mind regarding Sansa, yay!).
- She tried not to think of them too often, yet sometimes the memories came unbidden, and then it was hard to hold back the tears. Once in a while, Sansa even missed her sister. By now Arya was safe back in Winterfell, dancing and sewing, playing with Bran and baby Rickon, even riding through the winter town if she liked.
- She sang with those inside the castle walls and those without, sang with all the city. She sang for mercy, for the living and the dead alike, for Bran and Rickon and Robb, for her sister Arya and her bastard brother Jon Snow
- In Sansa’s dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya.
- If Lady was here, I would not be afraid. Lady was dead, though; Robb, Bran, Rickon, Arya, her father, her mother, even Septa Mordane. All of them are dead but me. She was alone in the world now.
- She had dreamt that she was little, still sharing a bedchamber with her sister Arya.
- She had last seen snow the day she’d left Winterfell. That was a lighter fall than this, she remembered. Robb had melting flakes in his hair when he hugged me, and the snowball Arya tried to make kept coming apart in her hands. It hurt to remember how happy she had been that morning.
- She scooped up a handful of snow and squeezed it between her fingers. Heavy and wet, the snow packed easily. Sansa began to make snowballs, shaping and smoothing them until they were round and white and perfect. She remembered a summer’s snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They’d each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she’d had none. Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she’d slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt. When she said she wasn’t, Arya hit her in the face with another snowball, but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing snow in her hair when Jory came along and pulled them apart, laughing.
- 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. Arya, AFFC
- "If they are afraid, the candles soothe them. When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of, my child?"
- Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit, I smell hot bread baking, I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf, I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me. “I don’t smell anything,” she said, to see what he would say.
- She wished the Rush would rise and wash the whole city away, Flea Bottom and the Red Keep and the Great Sept and everything, and everyone too, especially Prince Joffrey and his mother. But she knew it wouldn’t, and anyhow Sansa was still in the city and would wash away too. When she remembered that, Arya decided to wish for Winterfell instead.
- Her father sometimes let them have a cup of beer, she remembered. Sansa used to make a face at the taste and say that wine was ever so much finer, but Arya had liked it well enough. it made her sad to think of Sansa and her father.
- She drank it down at once. It was very tart, like biting into a lemon. A thousand years ago, she had known a girl who loved lemon cakes.
- So the singer played for her, so soft and sad that Arya only heard snatches of the words, though the tune was half-familiar. Sansa would know it, I bet. Her sister had known all the songs, and she could even play a little, and sing so sweetly.
- He belonged to Lord Tywin, but the fierce, bearded young man who liked to walk the battlements alone in a black cloak patterned with white suns had been taken by some hedge knight who meant to get rich off him. Sansa would have known who he was, and the fat one too, but Arya had never taken much interest in titles and sigils.
- Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people…
- When she thought of seeing Robb’s face again Arya had to bite her lip. And I want to see Jon too, and Bran and Rickon, and Mother. Even Sansa… I’ll kiss her and beg her pardons like a proper lady, she’ll like that.
And there are many more instances I haven’t listed. So think twice before claiming Arya doesn’t care about/think of Sansa or that Sansa hates her sister/never thinks of her. Both young women block out memories that are happy and yet painful, and these include some memories of their family. It is a way to survive and maintain their sanity in horrific circumstances, not proof that they do not love each other.
But, if it weren’t for my children, I’d have thrown myself from the highest window in the Red Keep. They’re the reason I’m alive. Even Joffrey.
Cersei’s saving grace? Her love for her children?
2x04 | 4x02
It runs in the family,
this famine that carries me
To such great lengths
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Thank you :)
To be completely honest, I still don’t know how I ended up with this ship, it’s not like I asked for it. You know, I loved Tyrion and Sansa individually a lot since the very beginning.
Yes, I started as a show watcher. I watched the first season and then I immidately read the books. I think I fell in love with their interactions first, I had no idea that their relationship would grow on me that much. So I remember reading their first interaction in ACoK which is basically one of my favorite scenes with them. It’s just so sad and….honest..? I think it is. I love how Sansa immidiately notices that Tyrion is kind to her. I love how she doesn’t let herself believe in his kindness (because I love her character development so much!). And I love that Tyrion is actually trying to be kind to her, even though he has no real reason to. I found it amazing, and I remember I was thinking “hey, I hope they will have more interactions, I’m really interested reading more”.
And then they had no interactions until Sansa was stripped in the throne room and I almost died because by then I loved her so much. And then Tyrion saved her. And that’s not what I’d like to highlight. In the books there is a small conversation after, that made me 1000% on board with more interactions. (but not the ship yet)
And then a wedding happened. And I was ruined emotionally.
I don’t know what was the moment when me loving their interactions turned into shipping, but I know that I slowly began to see how functional (yes I said it!) this relationship could be one day. If they would both open up to each other. They’ve gone through so similar experiences (remember that Tyrion was also sexually abused? that he was about the same age as Sansa? that he experiences lots of hate? And so does Sansa while she’s in King’s Landing - just think how much they laughed at her while she was stripped before Joffrey. They are both looking for love/want to be loved.), and therefore they could help each other. More than anyone could imo.
Somehow I got all these feelings, and I couldn’t shake this feeling down, that this could be a thing. It wouldn’t be perfect, it would be real. A love built on friendship and slowly developed trust. This is what made me ship them.
Finally, I’d just like to say, that this ship only works for me if Sansa wants it to happen. I don’t want it to be a forced thing, because that would just push up more walls between them. I want Sansa to choose this willingly. I want her to see the good in Tyrion (because I think she could). But they both need individual growth until then, and I’m so up for it!
Plus, since I’m here, I leave you with (some - I got tired) my favorite quotes under a read more (sometimes with some notes by me):
Oh Lord, heaven knowsWe belong way down below
Winter’s Tale (x)