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G A M E O F T H R O N E S K I N K M E M E

Mar 16, 2012 23:57

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2/2 anonymous March 21 2012, 06:42:40 UTC

The Hound stands up and grabs her chin in his big hand. He is panting; drunken breath fans her face, stinking of wine and something else, which she realizes with humiliation is the heady scent of her own sex. Sansa turns away from it. It is no effort at all for him to slide that hand to her pale throat and force her to look upon him. She tries not to wince at the sight of him, or cry. I am the wolf, she reminds herself. He is only an old battered dog ( ... )

Re: 2/2 lydzi March 21 2012, 20:44:05 UTC

Perfect.

Re: 2/2 workswithwords March 22 2012, 01:24:09 UTC

I can't even get over how amazing this is. Seriously, so hot, like I had to read it three times in a row because I didn't want it to be over. SIGHHHHH.

Re: 2/2 xperfect_lines April 30 2012, 17:26:55 UTC

omg this was amazing nggggghhhhh

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