From the Set: Dressing Sansa
Sansa’s clothes reflect her state of mind.
You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts.
A Song of Ice and Fire x Final Fantasy: White Mage Sansa
I may or may not start a series.
She was mortified. It was not supposed to be this way. She had dreamed of her wedding a thousand times, and always she had pictured how her betrothed would stand behind her tall and strong, sweep the cloak of his protection over her shoulders, and tenderly kiss her cheek as he leaned forward to fasten the clasp.
The detail on Sansa’s dress is actually pretty stunning. Too bad it looks hideous from far away.
see i love sansa. i love her. she’s my baby. *hisses protectively* like they say
and though tyrion’s not my favorite he’s still in my top 5.
(i was telling jim tonight that there are people who care about tyrion the way i care about sandor though, and yeah tyrion doesn’t really compare to that with me but i still do care about him i just don’t care about him and cry over him and stuff like that anymore but i still really get sad for him you know?)
and the thing about the wedding is that it was horrible for both of them. worse for sansa. my god. so much worse. because she’s a child. because the downfall of her house was planned through the use of her body. because she had no love, no chance of comfort, no one she could cry on when the worst happened no one except a member of the house who destroyed hers and she won’t submit, she won’t. she’s a stark, she can be brave.
and for all tyrion’s “i could be good to you” and longing for human touch and love himself, he could never have it because of this horrible situation they’re both in. that was the worst part about it. I don’t ship them at all but the thought they could have been friends, they could have been allies, that tyrion was the only one in kl who could see sansa’s intelligence and grace and kindness, and if not for the war, if not for his damn father, if not for littlefinger and joffrey and everything
it just makes me so sad it really does
but see though i love her, sansa isn’t perfect. she gets better but she starts out imperfect. that’s the thing. she learns. through sandor and tyrion and loras and joffrey and lollys and dontos and cersei and lancel and littlefinger and robin and everybody she learns. that handsomeness does not equal goodness. that a pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty heart (no don’t let me start singing). that trust only brings you pain. (and i wish so much she had someone worthy of her trust but tbh i don’t think even now in the vale there’s anyone truly trustworthy except maybe mya)
and so now in the show she’s in the in-between stage and i really wish they’d show it more. that it’s the trust she’s lacking and why. that she was given a “choice” of tyrion or lancel (which was no choice at all, she thought she was going to escape, she thought she was going to be free) and she chose tyrion because at least he’d been kind to her. that she doesn’t owe him anything because of his kindness but that she feels for him. even if she can’t give him what he wants and needs and it’s not fair to her to put her in such a position where nobody cares about her feelings, where nobody gives her a choice. where even if she could care for him more, it would still be her womb = lannister control / stark downfall. where she’ll never be free. where she’ll never be able to have sons named eddard and bran and rickon.
but the show it’s still mostly about tyrion and not about sansa and i hate the lack of internal narrative showing her thoughts, i swear. i do.
but he does give her some choice. he does ask. and she did say “what if I never want you to”. thank god for that. at least we’ve got that.
someday when I’m queen…
listening to a great mix and this song made me really sad
Growing up at Winterfell, all I ever wanted was to escape, to come here, to the capital. To see the southern knights and their painted armor, King’s Landing after dark, all the candles burning in all those windows.
“You are kind, my lord,” she said, defeated. “I am a ward of the throne and my duty is to marry as the king commands.”