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❝The septons preach about the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who's been burned knows what HELL is truly like.❞—{ indie & selective Sandor Clegane RP, read guidelines before following }

Written by Trevor

nxtalady:

“But I don’t like my Aunt,” she grumbled to herself, thinking about the rare instances she’d met Lysa Arryn. The woman had always ignored Arya, choosing to favour her sister instead, although even then it wasn’t wholehearted adoration like most people showed.

At his second comment, she raised an eyebrow at him, fixing a glare. “I probably could if I wasn’t so tired. You kept me awake last night with your snoring. It sounded like a thunderstorm.”

   Why should I care what you think of your damn aunt? he thought to himself after hearing her mumbled comment. After he was rid of her, he didn’t care what happened to her. As long as he got his silver, he’d be on his way, across the Narrow Sea or wherever else he pleased. A place where there were no Lannisters in sight was the place for him.

   He gave her a light swat on her ear for the next comment. ❝Not my problem if I keep you up. Cover your ears if need be, wolf-girl.❞