Just a dabble of short fics surrounding Sansa and Sandor. Most are AU, some are semi-canon. May include mature content later on. May also include other characters. "What of Love?"
Sansa said yes, and accompanied the Hound the night he left from the battle on black water.
They sought refuge for the night in a small inn whose owners were loyal to the Tully's of Riverrun.
Sitting with her back to the wall, her plate and goblet from supper sitting to the side, Sansa looked at the fire that burned in the brazier. Deep in thought, she sighed and turned to her companion.
"What do you know of love?" She asked gingerly, twisting her hair between her fingers.
"Love?!" Sandor growled, "What makes you think I can love?" he finished, just short of slamming his goblet onto the table.
"Everyone loves!" She retorted, not happy with his response. "And for your information, I never specified romantically! You love me." Sansa's cheeks grew red and she bowed her head, "You have to; you've taken car of me this long when others would have let me die!"
"I care for you because I care about you." The Hound crossed his arms across his chest. The muscles there flexing as he did so. "But to love something or someone makes it all too easy for someone to take that all away. I have already had what I loved ripped from me, and it won't happen again." Sandor pulled himself out of his chair and squatted in front of Sansa. Pulling her dainty hands into his calloused ones, "So, Aye, Little Bird, I care for you. But to love you would be tempting a loss that I would not be able to handle." He ran one of his hands over his grizzled cheek, "I would not live through losing you."