Struck Down

This fic is based on all three books in George R.R. Martin’s “A Song of Ice & Fire” series that have been released so far.

Disclaimer: Tis a shame really, I donna own nothin’. I’m just writtin’ what came to me when darkness shrouded me mind.

(Yes, the pairing is Sandor Clegane and Sansa Stark, I love these two… I am merely thinking how she would react if she lost him by her side…I know this is what I’d do because I did it.)

~Struck Down~

“My lady, the lord has been struck down… “

“I am afraid he has already died”

“I am so very sorry, my lady…”

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These words spoken by a simple servant with gentle concern and honest sorrow, echo mindlessly in my head. I cannot breath and I feel as if I’ve been drenched with cold water, yet I don’t react with screams and tears. I cannot, until I’m in our chamber where it’s private and no one is witness to my feelings.

Only he would know what I truly feel; only he ever could.

Lovers first as we were, so unexpected by all. Yet that is how it happened and nothing do I regret. So long together, through so much! Why now at this here time? Crippled I feel with this, so difficult to live on, yet that I know would be his wish, safety as forever he strove. Our children safe in their lands, away from any harm, chaos long in the past yet now brewing once again; this time I am without his guidance, shadowed comfort throughout.

I miss him so, his dark humor, so cynical and wise, taking nothing for granted, understanding so much. From him so much I learned the danger of the truth. So much bitter wisdom and dry laughter I still hear; strength I phantom feel of his rough-gentle grip. Truly that is why I love him, for he saw things as they were. To him a façade was nothing, he never used one yet he could see through them with ease. To all but him I am a carven face, only with him to ever let go.

He is my darkness and my strength; the one that sees all lies. What am I without him?

Who is my balance, who is my peace? Who am I without him?

The world goes on around me yet surrounding me is naught but silence, as if time is still, yet not

I feel empty inside… hollow. I feel nothing, like I am turned to stone.

Everything I do is done as normal yet with it is no meaning, no lasting impression. Everything just slips away

I am lost, so lost, without him

I am struck down

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A/N~~ Do review! Flames I donna mind, they warm me freezin’ arse!

Seriously, please give me your thoughts/comments/ideas of the work that I do, for it is the readers pleasure that I seek.

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More fics on these two (Sansa & Sandor) are on the way, lemon and lime, not rigor mortis, though not PWP, or at least I don’t think so….

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SUGESTIONS ARE WELCOME! Kinky and otherwise, I am aiming to make the lemons as unusual/original/deep (emotionally ^.^ ) as possible.