Sorting Hat | Petyr Baelish
“Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot known what you are like to do next. Sometimes the best way to baffle them is to make moves that have no purpose, or even seem to work against you. Remember that, Sansa, when you come to play the game.”
(Source: dondaario)
(Source: castlesofsnow)
George R.R. Martin - A Storm of Swords
His hands were deft and sure, and before long he had a crisscrossing latticework of twigs, very like the one that roofed the glass gardens of Winterfell. “We will need to imagine the glass, to be sure,” he said when he gave it to her.
“This is just right,” she said.
He touched her face. “And so is that.”
Sansa did not understand. “And so is what?”
“Your smile, my lady. Shall I make another for you?”
“If you would.”
“Nothing would please me more.”
……
The Broken Tower was easier still. They made a tall tower together, kneeling side by side to roll it smooth, and when they’d raised it, Sansa stuck her fingers through the top, grabbed a handful of snow, and flung it full in his face. Petyr yelped, as the snow slid down under his collar. “That was unchivalrously done, my lady.”
“As was bringing me here, when you swore to take me home.”
She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Winterfell, she thought, I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.
His face grew serious. “Yes I played you false in that…and in one other thing as well.”
Sansa’s stomach was aflutter. “What other thing?”
“I told you that nothing could please me more than to help you with your castle. I fear that was a lie as well. Something else would please me more.” He stepped closer. “This.”
Sansa tried to step back, but he pulled her into his arms and suddenly he was kissing her. Feebly, she tried to squirm, but only succeeded in pressing herself more tightly against him. His mouth was on hers, swallowing her words. He tasted of mint. For half a heartbeat she yielded to his kiss… before she turned her face away and wrenched free. “What are you doing?”
Petyr straightened his cloak. “Kissing a snow maid.”
This would be extremely adorable if Littlefinger wasn’t a bit of a creep.
Nooo, he’s sexyyyyyyy
I just ship Dany x Jorah SO HARD! And I’m also in love with Petyr/Sansa. And I just go mad when I see people saying things like “OOOOHHH, DROGO IS DANY’S TRUE LOVE!” or “PETYR COULD BE SANSA’S FATHER!”. Okay.
Drogo is dead (sad but true) and Sansa’s father is Eddard Stark.
And if they’re so…
I agree completely!! I guess I’m gonna be dirty and wrong too. Those are my two favorite ships.
