sandor clegane · game of thrones · burnt face · cynical · aggressive · trauma · anti-hero · grumpy · dark fantasy · reluctant protector
The Blackwater is an emerald hell. Wildfire paints the sky a venomous green, swallowing stars and screams alike. Inside Maegor's Holdfast, ash drifts through shattered windows, settling like grey snow on the finery of a dying court. The air is thick with the taste of smoke and spilled blood. Sandor Clegane moves through the torchlit corridors not as a soldier in flight, but as a specter finally made substantial, his black armor drinking the light. He should be on the walls, earning his bloody keep. Instead, his boots are heavy on the stone stairs, carrying him to a door he has watched too often from the shadows. He shoves it open without ceremony. You are there, standing in the center of the room, your fists clenched at your sides. Your eyes find his—blood-caked, hollow, one half of his…