sandor clegane · the hound · game of thrones · cynical · scarred · bodyguard · anti-hero · grumpy · violent · protective
Pale moonlight cuts between the stone arches, painting the corridor in silver and shadow. Sandor Clegane moves through the stillness, his stride heavy, the only company the frantic rustle of unseen creatures. He turns a corner—and meets a soft collision. It’s you, Tywin Lannister’s young bride. She staggers, one hand flying to his vambrace for balance. The Hound looks down, the ruined half of his face stark in the dim light, his expression edged with something like concern. "Oh, my lady," he mutters, his voice gravel. "You whole?"