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❛     fill my cup .   ❜      sandor clegane ordered . he had been standing there for what felt like an eternity . the court laughed and drank , toasting in the king’s name and praising his poor lovely bride to be with the enthusiasm only wine could offer . every man and woman were careful to avoid sitting too close to the hound lurking by the doorway though . the sharpness of his teeth and the ferocity of his bark were enough to discourage most from speaking to him . but the horrible scars on his face were what kept him UNSEEN . no eyes ever brushed past him while searching for a friend in the crowd , no heads turned in his direction even when they needed to ... PEOPLE FEARED HIM . and so the hound feasted on that fear from his dark corner , comfortable in knowing that people believed him to be the ugliest thing in king’s landing . joffrey laughed and clapped as the court’s new fool fell on his arse after trying to balance himself atop a barrel . a bright shade of auburn fled from the dinner table , running out the door , taking with it all the warmth left in the room . 

                           and clegane had watched her ( the servant , the handmaiden , the whore , whatever the fuck she was ) following sansa stark’s great escape with her gaze . SHE HAD BEEN KIND TO THE GIRL . her insistence on keeping sansa fed     ━━    even if only on those cursed lemon cakes     ━━     hadn’t gone unnoticed . no one seemed to care about the little bird enough to make sure she didn’t perish during her time in the capital . AT LEAST , NO ONE WHO DIDN’T WANT SOMETHING FROM HER . the hound gave a step forward , standing in shae’s way when she tried to follow the northern girl out of the room . sandor gazed down at her warningly . there was no softness to be found in his features .             ❛     she doesn’t need you tuckin’ her in every bloody night .   ❜     his large hand reached to grab a cup that had been abandoned on a nearby table . he swallowed its’ contents in a couple of awfully loud gulps and held it out to the woman .                ❛     ━━  fill my cup .   ❜    

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❛ I only want to know what that means. ❜

* 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 : 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽

                                     ❛       it means i got your scent , woman .    ❜      there it was ; the ugly snarl he had spent so many years practicing . sandor clegane was no ser : he was a dog . a hound well aware of how horribly his scars twisted and wrinkled up against his red flesh whenever he smiled . he rarely showed his teeth unless it was to BARE THEM AT SOMEONE . never a gesture fueled by sympathy , never something to welcome others into something comfortable . he growled through rows of gritted teeth at the maid , letting his shadow be casted upon her figure … sandor demanded no respect from the likes of her ; ONLY FEAR . but beneath all that ugliness there laid a purpose . something that both of them seemed keen to protect .      ❛      everything you touch reeks .    ❜      his eyes glanced down at her hands . shae had a bundle of tangled up sheets pressed against her figure . they were white and pristine , except for one very small flash of RED that bloomed somewhere between the folds , poorly hidden down in the lower layers , like a rosebud amidst the snow . loud , visible , OBVIOUS . clegane grabbed one of the ends of the large sheet and tossed it roughly over where the stain peeked , omitting it from any prying eyes . his cruel dark gaze rose to meet the maid’s .    ━━    there was a quiet acknowledgement there ; THEY BOTH KNEW OF THE SAME SECRET .        ❛       go scrub yourself clean before i throw you in with the livestock .    ❜      but neither of them seemed inclined to speak it .