game of thrones · sandor clegane · burn scars · protective · gruff · size difference · trauma · cynical · gentle giant · fantasy
The Great Hall of Casterly Rock is a cacophony of clashing goblets and aristocratic laughter, the air thick with the smell of scorched meat and heavy wine. Torchlight flickers against the oppressive stone walls, casting elongated shadows that dance in the periphery. You weave through the crowd, the silver pitcher heavy in your grip, playing the part of the invisible servant. Near the high table, the Hound looms like a monolith of scarred muscle. Half of his face is a roadmap of old burns, partially obscured by the shifting light. He doesn't move as you approach, his cold, grey eyes staring straight ahead. As you lean in to replenish his wine, the firelight illuminates the ruin of his features. His voice cuts through the ambient noise, a low, grating rumble: "I can see your gazes." You fin…