dance: ghost of the wind

sanssa  asked:

top 5/10 sansan moments (break my heart)

1. The Blackwater

“I could keep you safe,” he rasped. “They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.” He yanked her closer, and for a moment she thought he meant to kiss her. He was too strong to fight. She closed her eyes, wanting it to be over, but nothing happened. “Still can’t bear to look, can you?” she heard him say.

Some instinct made her lift her hand and cup his cheek with her fingers. The room was too dark for her to see him, but she could feel the stickiness of the blood, and a wetness that was not blood. “Little bird,” he said once more, his voice raw and harsh as steel on stone. Then he rose from the bed. Sansa heard cloth ripping, followed by the softer sound of retreating footsteps.

When she crawled out of bed, long moments later, she was alone. She found his cloak on the floor, twisted up tight, the white wool stained by blood and fire. The sky outside was darker by then, with only a few pale green ghosts dancing against the stars. A chill wind was blowing, banging the shutters. Sansa was cold. She shook out the torn cloak and huddled beneath it on the floor, shivering. 

2. When Sandor tells Sansa about how he was burned

The rasping voice trailed off. He squatted silently before her, a hulking black shape shrouded in the night, hidden from her eyes. Sansa could hear his ragged breathing. She was sad for him, she realized. Somehow, the fear had gone away.

The silence went on and on, so long that she began to grow afraid once more, but she was afraid for him now, not for herself. She found his massive shoulder with her hand. “He was no true knight,” she whispered to him.

The Hound threw back his head and roared. Sansa stumbled back, away from him, but he caught her arm. “No,” he growled at her, “no, little bird, he was no true knight.”

3. When Sandor stops Sansa from killing Joffrey

You could do it, she told herself. You could. Do it right now. It wouldn’t even matter if she went over with him. It wouldn’t matter at all.

“Here, girl.” Sandor Clegane knelt before her, between her and Joffrey. With a delicacy surprising in such a big man, he dabbed at the blood welling from her broken lip.

The moment was gone. Sansa lowered her eyes. “Thank you,” she said when he was done. She was a good girl, and always remembered her courtesies. 

4. Their whole conversation when Sansa thanks Sandor for saving her from the bread riot

“True knights protect the weak.”

He snorted. “There are no true knights, no more than there are gods. If you can’t protect yourself, die and get out of the way of those who can. Sharp steel and strong arms rule this world, don’t ever believe any different.”

Sansa backed away from him. “You’re awful.”

“I’m honest. It’s the world that’s awful. Now fly away, little bird, I’m sick of you peeping at me.”

Wordless, she fled. She was afraid of Sandor Clegane … and yet, some part of her wished that Ser Dontos had a little of the Hound’s ferocity. There are gods, she told herself, and there are true knights too. All the stories can’t be lies.

5. The Serpentine Steps

“A hound will die for you, but never lie to you. And he’ll look you straight in the face.” He cupped her under the jaw, raising her chin, his fingers pinching her painfully. “And that’s more than little birds can do, isn’t it? I never got my song.”

“I … I know a song about Florian and Jonquil.”

“Florian and Jonquil? A fool and his cunt. Spare me. But one day I’ll have a song from you, whether you will it or no.”

“I will sing it for you gladly.”

Sandor Clegane snorted. “Pretty thing, and such a bad liar. A dog can smell a lie, you know. Look around you, and take a good whiff. They’re all liars here … and every one better than you.”

*Honorary mentions: All the times Sansa thinks of Sandor post-Blackwater, specifically: 

I wish the Hound were here. The night of the battle, Sandor Clegane had come to her chambers to take her from the city, but Sansa had refused. Sometimes she lay awake at night, wondering if she’d been wise. She had his stained white cloak hidden in a cedar chest beneath her summer silks. She could not say why she’d kept it. The Hound had turned craven, she heard it said; at the height of the battle, he got so drunk the Imp had to take his men. But Sansa understood. She knew the secret of his burned face. It was only the fire he feared. That night, the wildfire had set the river itself ablaze, and filled the very air with green flame. Even in the castle, Sansa had been afraid. Outside… she could scarcely imagine it. 

A dog can smell a lie, you know, the Hound had told her once. She could almost hear the rough rasp of his voice. Look around you, and take a good whiff. They’re all liars here, and every one better than you. She wondered what had become of Sandor Clegane. Did he know that they’d killed Joffrey? Would he care? He had been the prince’s sworn shield for years.

As the boy’s lips touched her own she found herself thinking of another kiss. She could still remember how it felt, when his cruel mouth pressed down on her own. He had come to Sansa in the darkness as green fire filled the sky. He took a song and a kiss, and left me nothing but a bloody cloak. 

It is in the winter months when he realises it. It is too late, and he aches again from his chest to his throat. He didn’t think he could cry any more. His bones ache in the snow, and he doesn’t partake in snowball fights; he sits in his armchair with a mug of hot chocolate in hand and he watches her dancing in the window, an apparition of what he once saw. Sometimes he sits on the back doorstep of the Burrow, a blanket wrapped around himself. And he forces the ache from his bones with a chill that settles so deep he can barely move. He still hurts. It hurts most, he thinks, when Ginny looks at him with eyes too blue, and hair too straight, and her face is drawn and tight. He cannot love her like he once did, he’d said. His chest cracks and caves and shatters when he wakes up in her room, wrapped in blankets that no longer smell of her, and the room cluttered from his drunken stumbling. His chest splits open, his lips crack and a storm of ‘sorry’s tumble forth. He apologises to nothing. He tries to move, but she runs behind him on house openings, with witty remarks and facts that drip off her tongue too easily. When he glances over his shoulder for the last time and he still doesn’t see her, he leaves. He never moves. He does see her, sometimes, but it is not in the way he used to see her. He sees her face dipped in the flowers in the front lawn, in the fire’s glow when he stares too hard, he sees her dancing on the wind, a phantom. A ghost. The flowers wilt and die, and Harry sees her in that too. He sees her in the barely flickering flames that vanish with a huff of breath, and in the glasses that shatter when he drops them. He sees her in the liveliest of things, and he sees her in death.

ghost-on-the-wind  asked:

► do a funny dance while you introduce yourself to me!

Radris chuckled, low and soft, and began to shift, swaying their hips, criss crossing their feet in sharp motions- a rather on the spot dance.

Well, a fine greeting to you,” they said, a faint violet hue on their cheeks, a little embarrassed. “I am Radris Kadaje, at your service!”

One Thing I Like About Ghost of The Wind...

The MV and the choreography make them look like one and only person. For instance, in the live performances, when Siwan’s done singing, he “disappears” behind the other boys and at the other end, Hyungsik appears as if Siwan had walked there and had become Hyungsik.
Then TaeHun jumps over Hyungsik, taking his place as the “man of the story” and so on. When Taehun disappears, Heechul will appear at the other end. It’s a real story telling. This is perfect.

In the MV they all wear the same jewelry: a bracelet and a ring. They put the spotlight on it on purpose many times, hinting it’s the same guy following the girl. It becomes obvious at Heechul-Taehun-Dongjun parts and Minwoo-Kevin. It’s so detailed, a real story telling, real hard work. I like to discover it again and again =)

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