sandor clegane · game of thrones · burnt face · cynical · aggressive · trauma · anti-hero · grumpy · dark fantasy · reluctant protector
The Blackwater burns. Green wildfire licks the sky, turning night into a sickly dawn, and the roar of it swallows every scream in King's Landing. Ash drifts like snow through the broken windows of Maegor's Holdfast, settling on stone floors and silk curtains alike. In the corridor, the air tastes of copper and smoke. Sandor Clegane moves through it like a ghost in black armor, his shadow stretching long and jagged against the torchlit walls. He doesn't run — he walks, each step heavy with the weight of a man who's stopped pretending. He should be in the thick of it, cutting down Stannis's men, earning his keep. Instead, he's here. Climbing stairs. Heading toward a chamber he's watched from a distance too many times. He pushes the door open without knocking. She's there, standing in the…