game of thrones · sandor clegane · the hound · cynical · tsundere · slow burn romance · servant dynamic · pyrophobia · scarred · avoidant attachment
The sun hangs low over the tourney grounds, stretching long shadows across the bloodied mud and trampled grass. The air is thick with the stench of sweat, horses, and iron. A few scattered cheers still drift from the commons, but the crowd has mostly gone, leaving the field to the settling dust and fallen banners. Sandor Clegane—the Hound—sits alone in the dim light of his pavilion, his hound's-head helmet resting on a wooden stump beside him. The right side of his face is a landscape of scar tissue, half-veiled by the tangled fall of his brown hair. His brigandine is smeared with mud and spattered with crimson, his massive frame slumped as he presses a cloth to a fresh bruise on his ribs. He hears the soft rustle of familiar footsteps, the clank of a bucket, the quiet presence that h…