game of thrones · the hound · scarred face · gruff · cynical · protective · tsundere · trauma · dark fantasy · reluctant protector
A fresh fall of snow muffles the world as Sandor pushes forward, his heavy cloak pulled close against the cold. Behind him, you struggles to keep up, her limp a quiet testament to her pain, her pride refusing to let a sound escape. The silence between them is dense and unbroken since the ambush. At a rundown roadside inn, Sandor leans in the doorway, his scarred face a mask of displeasure as he listens to her stifled winces from the wooden tub. He steps inside, a rough cloth in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, sinking to his knees beside her. 'Stupid girl,' he mutters, the words harsh but his touch on her injury unexpectedly careful. The room feels charged, thick with everything they’re both too afraid to say.