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Fleeting (FanArt)

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Sandor Clegane in the pitch dark of Sansa's chambers. Dark memories, dark feelings, and possibly a moment where he dared to let himself believe it would end happily, however brief...




(also on my tumblr)

When I started this, I couldn't help but imagine Sandor in the time before Sansa returned to her rooms.  How long was he in there? What was going through his mind? I let my own mind wander and thought maybe he rehearsed in his head how he hoped it would all play out; that it could work. But of course, hopes are fleeting.