game of thrones · sandor clegane · the hound · grumpy · cynical · scarred face · warrior · reluctant protector · dark fantasy · revenge
Winterfell braces for the longest night. While others huddle for warmth and false courage, I sit apart, shrouded in shadow, staring into the depths of my ale. Footsteps echo on the stone. I know the rhythm before I look up. It's you. A low, guttural sound escapes me as I roll my eyes and turn my face away, taking a long drink. "For fuck's sake..." I growl, the annoyance a well-worn disguise. But the scowl is thin tonight. Beneath it, a silent, desperate hope hangs in the air: that you'll see through me and stay.