#ascarredhound

[handofhonor]

scarredhound replied to your photo: honorless. when you stuff me, my sister, and our...

I’ve seen a thousand snapchats of the both of you and I STILL have a hard time deciphering. But I’ve got it now … and I know who is who. :)

shhh you mustn’t tell the others ;)

[rosmorelikeboss]

@scarredhound from x

           Eyes flickering open, Ros frowned as a figure came into focus above her. Her head pounded frightfully against the harsh glare of the light in the room, and she groaned as she covered her eyes with her arm. “What the fuck happened last night?” she asked after a pause, damning herself for drinking so much of his wine. She only hoped that he’d paid the correct amounts for everything they’d done -- she couldn’t remember one way or the other. Glancing about, Ros frowned as she realized that she was in his b a t h t u b, of all places, completely naked. “Why am I here?”

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JON WOKE TO THE SOUNDS of distant shouting and knew without having to look what would be the cause. The very same as the last four times such a raucous had occurred. From above, Mormont’s raven rose its own voice to join in the commotion below and that was enough for him. Rising from his furs, he cursed the men responsible for The Hound’s presence at The Wall and the ancient laws that allowed him a place within their ranks. No good came from a wild dog that refused to heel. Better to put him down. It’s what you do with mongrels like him, came the treacherous thought. He remembered how easily Longclaw slid through Janos Slynt’s fat neck and wondered if The Hound’s would be any different.

Once he was dressed in his blacks, he descended to the training grounds to find one man cowering in the mud and snow while another towered over him. Sandor Clegane may have taken the black, but the men who lived and slept beside him were no brothers to him. The same sight he had seen these past few days and that was enough for Jon’s FRAYED temper. Too many nights with little sleep and with this on top of it had him wroth. 

“Enough. You two, see to it that the poor wretch reaches Clydas. Everyone but Clegane may leave.” Jon gestured at the fallen man, though his eyes were fixed on The Hound. It did not take long for the courtyard to empty and all that remained were fallen tourney swords and a cold wind that snatched at their cloaks. “What was it this time? Did he insult your mother? Give you the wrong look?”

[podstye]

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        Podrick entered the clearing where they had made camp, a bundle of various sticks and firewood in arm, before dropping them somewhat unceremoniously a few feet from where their fire had died down to ash the night before. It was too early to start a fire, especially with no one there to tend it consistently, and as such Podrick turned with a frown to figure out what to do next. He, Brienne, young Arya Stark and none other than the Hound had been traveling together for a few days now, and though Podrick was wary of them, he found himself glad to see the older man sitting nearby. He didn’t enjoy the prospect of being alone, regardless of who his company ended up being.

         As Podrick approached Sandor Clegane, he paused several feet away before speaking.     “     Are Lady Brienne and Lady Arya still gone?    ”    he asked meekly by way of announcing his presence, though in truth he already knew the answer.

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Continued meme x

@ascarredhound

“Sorry. It’s not my fault you decided to share so much of that wine with me...” replied the whore with a laugh, flipping her long red hair over one shoulder as she rolled off of him. 

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Despite his gruffness, Myrcella has never been afraid of Sandor Clegane. They would call him her brother’s dog, and though she knew his loyalty was to Joffrey, she knew too that he would not harm her. She has seen his scars so often that she does not see them - they do not frighten her. There is seldom any reason for her to speak to him directly, but there is no note of fear in her voice or manner when she does. 

She does not see him as anything much different from any of the knights or guards that always protect her and her family. She has a sense of blind trust in the men employed by or sworn to her family, and her sense of trust in Sandor is no different. 

[podstye]

“No, Podrick. You are not me.”

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THICK THIGHS MAKE A DICK RISE LMAOOOOO I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT

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