Independent roleplay blog for Sandor "The Hound" Clegane from A Song of ice and Fire.
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Holy crap – Mr Woof Woof is back?
I will be very shortly! In short, the whole Brexit thing that was keeping me busy is over (at least my side of things) but things have still got very hectic.
Bear with me, as I need to rant, and not on a place that my colleagues/workplace are aware of. As this is anonymous (to an extent) they won’t find out, so I’m going to rant here.
Under a cut for people that want to avoid! But the jist is that I should be back *relatively* soon (this week!).
Holy crap – Mr Woof Woof is back?
I will be very shortly! In short, the whole Brexit thing that was keeping me busy is over (at least my side of things) but things have still got very hectic.
Bear with me, as I need to rant, and not on a place that my colleagues/workplace are aware of. As this is anonymous (to an extent) they won’t find out, so I’m going to rant here.
Under a cut for people that want to avoid! But the jist is that I should be back *relatively* soon (this week!).
After I had submitted my final report on the Brexit cases, I was all ready to announce my return to Tumblr, when suddenly things started popping up on a case that seemed odd. Once we looked into it, we see the main cause of which was a mistake I made in December last year – which was a big enough mistake to potentially get the company sued. (Spoiler alert: we didn’t get sued)
The whole thing has spiralled out of control, and has caused an unbelievable amount of stress.
I’m currently under investigation by the company, which may end in a disciplinary, but most likely will not. The reason it shouldn’t is essentially the following reasons:
- The mistake happened during a time that we were all horrendously understaffed, overworked, and not doing the proper checks we could in order to meet hard deadlines.
- The whole time I kept complaining “something will go wrong before you all pay attention”, “we aren’t able to do our proper checks”, “we can’t deliver properly”.
- I was also training a new employee on top of my standard responsibilities – so I was doubly strained compared to the rest of the team.
- The client couldn’t give a shit about the mistake made. The whole freak out is based on “potential risk” rather than actual risk.
- Not to blow my own trumpet but I have a VERY good track record at this company. I am damn good at my job and damn proud of it to the point that even though we’re a team, most things get addressed to me because they know I’m going to do everything as quickly and as thoroughly as possible.
- The attorney responsible for the case did not give me sufficient information, or an updated memo based on standard procedure. I informed them as soon as I was made aware of the mistake and they said it was fine, only to change their mind when they realised something else.
As I’m someone that suffers from chronic insomnia on the best of days, this whole thing has been absolutely killing me due to the stress involved. I’ve broken down twice at work now, due to the harshness of the procedures involved, and it got to the point that I actually told my manager that she has to tell the attorney involved that I’m now refusing to do any work for him.
Marriage was a fucking joke in Westeros. Cloaking the brideto show protection, kissing her to show love, one soul, one heart, one big loadof bollocks. Of course Daenerys Targaryen was recognised as a great beautythroughout Westeros and Essos, but even that reason wasn’t shallow enough forthe vast number of suitors that threw themselves the Queen’s way. Rather herpower. Her dragons. Her throne.
While there were some that tried to make out that they were truly after herheart and not political gains, it was always painfully easy to see throughtheir intentions. Even for someone as emotionally stilted as the Hound.
“The next cunt that pulls that shitty fucking line about how songs do nojustice to your real beauty is gonna be fucked up the arse by the wrong end ofmy sword,” Sandor growled in frustration, then hesitating when he saw herdainty, delicate hand on top of his arm. Soft, yet having been through fire,unlike his own rough scarring. He then swallowed dryly, forcing himself to calmdown.
“Apologies, your Grace.”
it was tiring, seeing just how many people were actually trying to gain her affection through lines that have been repeated a thousand times. she didn’t want someone who only used her for power. she wasn’t going to fall for any of those tricks. she didn’t realise just how tiring it could be, but she was warned of this. even though she was a queen, and a dragon mother, she was still a woman that craved love.
she couldn’t ever truly have that though. who could she trust to love her and marry her for… her? who could she actually trust with that? no one. she really just couldn’t. there was a great ache in her heart that would never leave her.
at sandor’s words, she raised a single brow and turned to look at him, and a face of amusement crossed her features, and then a small chuckle. finally, it was the end of the suitors for today, but she could see the line outside the door as the doors closed, followed by sighs of frustration as guards told them to return tomorrow.
“sandor— its so frustrating. all of these men want nothing but power and… i will not stand for that…” a sigh escaped her lips.
Sandor exhaled slowly through his nose as he took on board what had been said to him by Daenerys, the woman he called his queen. They wanted nothing but power, just as she had said, but as far as Sandor was concerned that had always been the case when it came to marrying monarchs. He had seen countless daughters marched up to future kings while fathers preened about how excellent such a union would be for various lands.
Daenerys was the first to seem to feel otherwise.
Sandor made his way to the door, loudly announcing that the Queen would not be seeing any more suitors and that they would have to return tomorrow. After a protest about having waited for hours, the large beast of a man bared his teeth, growling until they all quickly scarpered. To think he didn’t even need to get out his sword.
“With all due respect, your Grace, it’s something you might want to consider. I mean… none of these cunts love you,” he muttered, then gesturing vaguely towards where the disgruntled men lay in wait. “You’re the Queen. Not only the Queen, but the Queen that happens to own fucking dragons. These cunts aren’t turning up because of your soft nature or strong constitution – and you’re fucking smart enough to see that too. It might be worth just treating this as a business deal, see who can offer you the best and then just take a lover when you actually find someone you’re interested in. Before Targaryens took more than one lover – one out of duty and one out of desire. I was forced to learn all that shite and all.”
It might have been inappropriate in normal circumstances for them to bathe together this way. Elizabeth never would have let a man see her in this vulnerable manner. For safety’s sake, though, it was better for them to stay close. And Sandor had been fairly respectful. He kept a small distance to allow her privacy. As much as she appreciated this, she felt lonely. Her thoughts turned toward her loneliness and her heartbreak. Before she knew it, she was crying.
Slowly she looked up at Sandor. He was so tall and strong. And yet with her he stayed almost gentle. Almost. Still he was coarse, almost rude. But then something in his eyes went a little soft, and he opened his arms out to her. Without realizing just how badly she needed the gentle affection, she curled against his chest, burying her face there. The tears slowed. She just needed this moment of comfort. She needed his strength.
When he spoke, she went hot, looking up at him and almost giggling. He had kept his hands in unobjectionable places, but she was no fool, no matter how innocent she was. “I had no idea I had great… great…” she stuttered, smiling up at him. “I don’t know if I’ve ever had that effect on anyone before.”
To say that Sandor Clegane was a social butterfly not only would’ve been an incredible overstatement, but an outright lie. He had often spoken about how he preferred dogs to people, how they weren’t liars or backstabbers, how if a dog was going to attack you you would fucking know about it. Sandor considered himself to be the same. He was brutal, undeniably so, but what he prided himself on was that anyone he was about to kill or attack, knew precisely that he was about to attack them.
He didn’t do sneak attacks. He looked someone in the eyes before ending their life.
And now the feared warrior had his back to a giggling girl, flustered that he had excused himself from being pressed against a naked woman for well, at least he believed the reasoning was clear.
“You’re a woman, aren’t you? You’ll have had that effect, you just have been sheltered from it,” he grumbled uncouthly, finding talking about feelings – physical or otherwise – far too complicated to talk about. He glanced over his shoulder, only to see her grinning up at him.
“…This thing will probably pop up more now you’re less sheltered.”
Just an update because no, I haven’t lost my muse, and no I’m not disappearing.
Usually I write when I’m at my desk, either before work, during lunch, or sneakily on a word document with nobody any the wiser. Unfortunately I’ve been doing a lot of work involving Brexit (as if I needed another reason to hate Brexit) which has made it hard for me to write.
When I am free to write - having to deal with personal admin, a cat recovering from surgery, etc, I just don’t have the energy.
The good news is the Brexit thing, over the next 2-3 weeks, is very slowly coming to a close. This means I can write replies!
I’ve already finished writing one, and I’m halfway through another, so hopefully my activity will steadily get back to normal levels.
Just an update because no, I haven’t lost my muse, and no I’m not disappearing.
Usually I write when I’m at my desk, either before work, during lunch, or sneakily on a word document with nobody any the wiser. Unfortunately I’ve been doing a lot of work involving Brexit (as if I needed another reason to hate Brexit) which has made it hard for me to write.
When I am free to write - having to deal with personal admin, a cat recovering from surgery, etc, I just don’t have the energy.
The good news is the Brexit thing, over the next 2-3 weeks, is very slowly coming to a close. This means I can write replies!
I’ve already finished writing one, and I’m halfway through another, so hopefully my activity will steadily get back to normal levels.
// Hi everyone – I know I said I was sorry for taking a while to get to replies. I thought I would just let you all know that my cat got an injury and went missing. We found him, but have since discovered the fighting injury is actually a tumour.
He’s just had surgery at the vet’s, and he’s had his stitches and will be okay, but it’s still a stressful time for me. Also I want to spend time comforting my cat.
Thank you, everyone, in advance for your patience.
// Hi everyone – I know I said I was sorry for taking a while to get to replies. I thought I would just let you all know that my cat got an injury and went missing. We found him, but have since discovered the fighting injury is actually a tumour.
He’s just had surgery at the vet’s, and he’s had his stitches and will be okay, but it’s still a stressful time for me. Also I want to spend time comforting my cat.
Thank you, everyone, in advance for your patience.
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