A/N: Jeez guys sorry I vanished for three years, a lot happened. I considered never coming before because of sheer guilt of being gone so long, but whilst browsing tumblr one day I came across a list of recommended Sansan fics and mine was on there, and wow did I cry. So yes, shit happens, but don't turn your back on things you worked so hard on out of love. You pour all of your heart into your work, its your art, its you, and no one can take you away from you. Gods know the world needs more art. Here's the last chapter of Lemoncakes pt 1. Thank you for your patience and understanding.
Sandor
Sandor
"Hush, I can hear you, Maiden." I grumbled aloud. She looked just like Sansa, red hair flowing loose around her pale shoulders, gazing softly at me with her deep blue eyes, frowning, a look filled with sadness and pity. "Don't, girl. I'm not worth your time."
You're worth so much, Sandor. You're more than you think you are.
I waved my hand dismissively. "No, no. Just let me die, I've got the Stranger already. He's in the stables." I laughed, but it came out as a wheeze and my chest was burning. The fucking smoke was getting to me. I cursed Joffrey again.
You won't be meeting the gods, not yet, at least.
"So I have to redeem myself? For all the killing I've done?"
She smiled. Yes. You just have to do one thing, now and forever.
"All right then, what is it?"
Be patient.
This time, I managed to get a bark of laughter out before it erupted in a hacking cough. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "That's all then, now and forever? Be fucking patient?"
The Maiden brushed her fingertips against my burned cheek. Well, maybe just one more thing.
"On with it then, girl."
Wake up, Sandor.
Sandor
Sandor
"SANDOR!"
My eyes snapped open. I wasn't dead, but I didn't feel very alive either. The Maiden had vanished, but her voice echoed throughout the Godswood, and my pounding skull.
"SANDOR!"
All at once, I realized that it wasn't a dream fading, but it was Sansa, my little bird, calling out for me in terror. I rushed through the trees towards her voice, not waiting for my blurred vision to catch up. I could see the outline of her ahead through the bushes; flowing pale pink silk and blazing red hair wound around someone's mailed fist. But their's was no match for mine.
I came barreling through the Godswood and tackled Sansa's assailant to the ground. Some drunk with a broken nose that only got worse the more I pounded it. What was a veiny grapefruit turned into a squashed blood orange by the time my own mailed fists ceased their pummeling. The adrenaline was overwhelming, a rush of fire that I welcomed as it burned its way through my veins.
I turned to see Sansa, looking up at me from the floor wearing a look of astonishment and horror. I could only imagine what she was seeing; my ugly scarred face in the moonlight drenched in blood and sweat, scowling, angry. Before the sadness could wash over me, she grinned.
"Sandor," she said, breathless. Before I could even think, she threw her arms around me and kissed me deeply. My own body responded before I could, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her closer to me.
"Little bird," I whispered afterwards. "I knew you'd come. I dreamt of you."
"When did you have time to dream?"
"Ah, I didn't. No time for questions, we have to leave now." I hurried her along to the stables, and to a new beginning.