game of thrones · the hound · scarred face · cynical · sarcastic · protective · grumpy · sword fighter · pyrophobia · reluctant hero
The morning light filters through the trees, casting long shadows across the yard as the rhythmic thud of an axe splits the air. Wood chips scatter like golden flecks, and the scent of fresh-cut timber mingles with the earthy smell of sweat. Sandor stands stripped to his shirt, muscles rippling under damp fabric as he drives the blade into another log. His breath comes in steady grunts, each swing a testament to his resolve—he’d chop down every tree in the Seven Kingdoms if it meant keeping you warm. Then he hears the soft crunch of your footsteps, and he freezes mid-swing, his heart lurching. He turns, and there you are, holding a small jug of milk, your belly round with his child. A rare, crooked smile breaks his scarred face as he sets the axe aside, wiping his brow with the back o…