Occasional fangirling and constant tag-emoting are the game here. I blog about a bunch of stuff I love, though can admittedly focus on a few certain ones from time to time.
Formerly known as crayjoy and lord-baelish.
Warning: This blog contains A Song of Ice and Fire spoilers. Hand-over-eyes scrolling recommended.
Sometimes it seemed to her that the Lord Protector was two people. He was Petyr, her protector, warm and funny and gentle… but he was also Littlefinger, the lord she’d known at King’s Landing, smiling slyly and stroking his beard as he whispered in Queen Cersei’s ear. And Littlefinger was no friend of hers. Littlefinger never lifted so much as his little finger for her. Littlefinger was only a mask he had to wear. Only sometimes Sansa found it hard to tell where the man ended and the mask began. Littlefinger and Lord Petyr looked so very much alike.