Petyr murmurs a prayer every night, to keep Cat’s ghost at bay. Will he convince her tonight?
It was her mother I loved. It will never be her.
The words echoed in his head every night before he slept, a silent prayer to ease the painful dreams that were yet to come. He would kneel at the foot of his bed, still wearing his well-worn leathers and luscious silks, bowing his head to the weight of the golden hands strangling his neck. His own hands would be clasped together, fingers entwined, nails biting into the scarred flesh and he would carry the pain proudly. Sometimes he did not know what hurt worse; the blood seeping down his arms or the words he forced himself to mutter.
It was Catelyn Tully I loved.
Petyr/Sansa AU, settled in Venice, 1700 || Asked by an anonymous
“Why do they call you Littlefinger?”
“Don’t be rude!”
“Oh, it’s quite alright.”
It is not the smoothing of unruly hair that brings about revelation for Sansa. Nor is it the brush of Lord Baelish’s fingertips across the side of her face, his tipping of her chin — both uninvited but not wholly unwelcome gestures that do little to dispel the heavy flush of her face. No, it is the Master of Coin’s words that bring realization to her, the curve of his lips and the vaguely delighted twist of his mouth as it forms them and calls her lovely.
Her gaze drops, her shoulders rise again. Shame threatens now to drown her, all of her well-learned courtesies filling her mouth, but Sansa is not an animal. She is too genteel to fight and too well-trained to fly and so she remains rooted in her chair despite her squirming, hands curling in the folds of her dress but finding no comfort in the action. Light catches the pin affixed at Littlefinger’s throat, the silver affectation of a mockingbird he wears constantly. It is only now that Sansa realizes that this is a lie, that Lord Petyr Baelish is no bird despite all of his talk of singing and lessons. If anything he is a snake, but one so simply and beautifully disguised that Sansa suspects she would choose to sit willingly amongst his coils, even as they threaten to tighten around her.
Sansa’s innocence is no longer complete — it split in twain the moment Ser Ilyn had lifted his sword — but enough of it clings to her that she does not know the true depth or meaning of what she is faced with. Would the wolf lie with the snake to find her fangs? Would she hide behind his venom and pretend to still be a bird?
▹ Glass | Bats for LashesTo be made of glass.
When two suns are shining,
The battle becomes blinding.
To be made of glass.
But we ride tonight, tonight, tonight, we ride.
▹ The Devil’s Feet | Azure RayLike the story was told
On a dark country road
The same man appeared to me.
But I reached,
Through the rain to the devil’s feet.
▹ Boy With a Coin | Iron and WineGirl with a bird she found in the snow,
that flew up her gown, and that’s how she knows,
that God made her eyes for crying at birth,
then left the ground to circle the earth.
▹ Elizabeth and Mary | Monkey Swallows the UniverseTowers and trials, from thrones and carriages.
Crossing the seas, and whispering in passages.
Murder and marriages, fit for a queen.
Taking me down, down, down.
▹ Cross Bones Style | Cat PowerOh come, child,
In a cross bones style.
Oh come, child,
Come and rescue me.
Cause you have seen some unbelievable things.
▹ Watershed | Vienna TengWhile you were building your empires,
I was still sleeping.
I was still sleeping.
While you were setting your woods afire,
I was still dreaming.
I was still dreaming.
Now I will unsettle the ground beneath you,
Send my waters ashore.
Creep into your bed,
Find you in every corner.
▹ I’m Not Calling You a Liar | Florence + the Machine (Dragon Age 2 Version)I’m not calling you a liar, just don’t lie to me.
I’m not calling you a thief, just don’t steal from me.
I’m not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me.
And I love you so much, I’m gonna let you kill me.
▹ Do I Have Power | Timber TimbreFor a moment,
Can I just pretend you’re mine?
Would it kill you now to placate my chauvinistic mind?
▹ BONUS TRACK | Marcy’s Song | John Hawkes (x)Well she, she’s just a picture,
Lives, lives on my wall.
Well she, she’s just a picture.
The reason, reason, reason it is so small,
A smile so inviting and a body so tall.
She, she’s just a picture.
Just a picture,
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”Everyone wants something, Alayne. And when you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him.”
But it’s now or never. There’s a little paper bird in her pocket, wrinkled to the point where it is almost unrecognizable, but for the dark scratches of Petyr’s handwriting across the side. He never promised to come back for her, and she never promised to wait, but there are some things that just can’t be helped, like how certain she is that he needs her and how difficult it is to stop waiting when someone puts a glass wall in between you and the possibility of moving on.
She looks so different, and a shiver runs over his spine as he looks up at her. His protegee, his apprentice, his pawn to groom and mold and build up with his brains and her grace to take the entire Seven Kingdoms under her name. She wears her winter colors, gray on a blue so pale it looks like the ice that clings to the ramparts outside.
“Do you want to know the truth?” Sansa asked as she rounded the end of the couch and came to sit beside him, just within arm’s reach. She looked down at where her hands lay in her lap, crossed loosely at the wrists. Their palms were turned upwards to catch the warm light of the lamp, fingers curled ever so slightly as if clutching at something unseen and intangible but heavy nevertheless. They twitched once of their own volition, as if to acknowledge her own gaze upon them, and that’s when Sansa knew that what they were grasping after was her own heart, that ache she still felt inside her. (A loneliness.)
Then she smiled at her hands — not in a knowing way like how Petyr smiled just moments earlier — but in a manner that was both private and distant (and, yes, perhaps a bit sad). “I want to be rescued every night,” she confessed. Her smile shifted and changed shape as she looked up at him; the expression was brighter now, or perhaps a bit hopeful. You understand, don’t you? That loneliness. I’ve seen your bare walls, there’s no hiding it now. Please say that you do. Again, Sansa’s fingers twitched but this time it was with barely contained impulse. (To reach, to tug; I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.)
“But you’re the first one who’s actually come.”
▹ Chopin Nocturne Op.9 No.2 | Arthur Rubenstein (x)( Instrumental )
▹ Blindsided | Bon Iver (x)There’s a pull to the flow,
My feet melt the snow,
For the irony I’d rather know.
I was blindsided,
▹ Don’t Let Your Hair Grow Too Long | Oren Lavie (x)Don’t let your hair grow too long.
Leave your yellow raincoat on.
Don’t get wet.
But don’t get warm.
Don’t change the time on your watch.
Always reach, but never touch.
Stay a picture on the wall.
▹ October | Broken Bells (x)Wrong just seems so right,
Till the spark of morning light.
And all those searching eyes,
Do they scald your tender hide?
▹ Runaway | Yeah Yeah Yeahs (x)Run, run, run away.
Lost, lost, lost my mind.
I’d like you to stay.
Want you to be my prize.
▹ Little Bird | Imogen Heap (x)Little bird, little bird, little bird,
What do you see?
A picture perfect scene,
Two toned lawns are manicured.
The garden’s wearing a haute couture.
It’s hiding something.
It’s trying too hard.
▹ La Forme et Le Fond | Keren Ann (x)Je traîne mes alles
Les yeux fermes
Laissant mes plumes
Aux âmes désavouées
Je brise les coeurs
Et les questions
Tout en douceur
Sous la forme et le fond.
▹ Diamond Shovel | Ramona Falls (x)Let’s not let up til we find
The heart of hearts.
We’ll know that we’re close when we feel
Halfway between north and south,
Float in the dark.
I’ll race you to the top.
▹ Your Hand in Mine | Explosions in the Sky (x)( Instrumental )