[Gemma pulls a .38 from the hatbox]
TIG: Not gonna let anything happen to you.
GEMMA: Peace of mind. Where do you land on this drug stuff?
TIG: I’m backing Clay.
GEMMA: You think he’s got it handled?
TIG: As much as I can tell. He doesn’t download much to me anymore. Mostly stuck doing bitch work.
GEMMA: Literally.
TIG: No. Watching you’s a pleasure.
GEMMA: He loves you, Tig. Wouldn’t trust anyone else to watch me.
TIG: Yeah.SONS OF ANARCHY iPhone App | 4.08 - “Family Recipe” Deleted Scene
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I took her castle and she took my heart,” Robb smiled. “I took an arrow in the arm just before Ser Rolph yielded us the castle. It seemed nothing at first, but it festered. Jeyne had me taken to her own bed, and she nursed me until the fever passed. And she was with me when the Greatjon brought me the news of … of Winterfell. Bran and Rickon.” He seemed to have trouble saying his brothers’ names. “That night, she … she comforted me, Mother.”
Catelyn did not need to be told what sort of comfort Jeyne Westerling had offered her son. “And you wed her the next day.”
He looked her in the eyes, proud and miserable all at once. “It was the only honorable thing to do. She’s gentle and sweet, Mother, she will make me a good wife.”
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When Sansa finally looked up, a man was standing over her, staring. He was short, with a pointed beard and a silver streak in his hair, almost as old as her father. ”You must be one of her daughters,” he said to her. He had gray-green eyes that did not smile when his mouth did. ”You have the Tully look.”
“I’m Sansa Stark,” she said, ill at ease. The man wore a heavy cloak with a fur collar, fastened with a silver mockingbird, and he had the effortless manner of a high lord, but she did not know him. ”I have not had the honor, my lord.”
Septa Mordane quickly took a hand. ”Sweet child, this is Lord Petyr Baelish, of the king’s small council.”
“Your mother was my queen of beauty once,” the main said quietly. His breath smelled of mint. ”You have her hair.” His fingers brushed against her cheek as he stroked one auburn lock. Quite abruptly he turned and walked away.
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<3
For askalaynestone.
all because of you,
I believe in angels
not the kind with wings,
no, not the kind with halos,
the kind that bring you home
when home becomes a strange place;
I’ll follow your voice
Not sure how this is going to end in the books.. Fuck, I always was a Sandor/Sansa fan, but I love Littlefinger so much.. I just hope GRRM is not going to be too cruel on us. Gimme my Petyr/Sansa, Martin!!
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