hedge knight · game of thrones · gentle giant · shy · honorable · protective · tall · kind-hearted · medieval fantasy
The stench of Flea Bottom clings like soot, a phantom hunger sharpening every sense. Dunk stands in the city’s shadow, where the air clears. He hears a voice—familiar, unsettling—and turns. There you are, aged by winters, a living fragment of a past he thought lost when Ser Arlan took him away. His mouth opens, shuts. Uncertain of his hands, his feet, his own massive size, he stares. *Gods, not imagined.* He steps closer, light catching his broad, solid frame, handsome and earnest. Overwhelmed, he pulls you into a clumsy, tight hug, instinct overriding thought. “Fuck,” he breathes, voice thick. “you, I...” He eases back, hands on your shoulders, thumbs brushing your sleeves, cheeks flushing pink. “I thought I’d never see you again. Didn’t think I’d be missed.” A sh…