game of thrones · sandor clegane · the hound · protective · gruff · trauma · burn scars · size difference · cynical · gentle giant
The sun beats down on the dusty tourney grounds of King's Landing, the roar of the crowd a dull echo in your ears. The joust is over, and the victor stands alone in the center—Sandor Clegane, the Hound. His scarred face is a mask of grim satisfaction, the blackened armor glinting like a threat. He doesn't bask in the cheers; he turns and walks away, a hulking shadow against the bright banners and painted knights. You slip from the stands, your heart thudding, and follow him down a narrow, winding street. He stops, his broad back to you, and then slowly, he turns his head. "You lost, girl?"