There is a large scar on Petyr’s lower back. When Sansa saw it the first time, she was too afraid to point it out; she let her mind wonder when he got it, silently hoping it was from a battle in which Petyr fought and won with honor. Sansa is a grown woman, now. She traces the scar with her lips and bites the skin around it with her sharp teeth like Petyr told her to do – master, lover, what was the difference anyway? “It’s an old scar, Sansa,” he whispers, moaning. “I was playing with your mother, she battered me. We were bickering about some nonsense, then I fell down and hit my back on a rock.” Sansa stands up and rests her head on Petyr’s chest. He snickers. “As they say, I lost the battle but I won the war.”
He snickers. “Like they say, I lost the battle but I won the war.”
Re: Petyr/Sansa
There is a large scar on Petyr’s lower back. When Sansa saw it the first time, she was too afraid to point it out; she let her mind wonder when he got it, silently hoping it was from a battle in which Petyr fought and won with honor.
Sansa is a grown woman, now. She traces the scar with her lips and bites the skin around it with her sharp teeth like Petyr told her to do – master, lover, what was the difference anyway?
“It’s an old scar, Sansa,” he whispers, moaning. “I was playing with your mother, she battered me. We were bickering about some nonsense, then I fell down and hit my back on a rock.” Sansa stands up and rests her head on Petyr’s chest.
He snickers. “As they say, I lost the battle but I won the war.”
He snickers. “Like they say, I lost the battle but I won the war.”