[AnOTP]: For Lia
Sandor's been thinking about things that he shouldn't be thinking about. Namely, his brother.
He hasn't been practicing as much of late. It's probably because, he reasons, Gregor hasn't been on his mind, and usually that's what drives him to an obsessive, almost injurious regime.
But he's thinking on it again, about what would happen if Gregor showed up here. It's not a pleasant thought. What he would do...the havoc he could wreak. And Sandor still isn't sure he could face him and not cower or break.
Sitting in the kitchen with his head on his arms, a certain hulking not!knight is not looking for company (he never is) but it may find him all the same.
He hasn't been practicing as much of late. It's probably because, he reasons, Gregor hasn't been on his mind, and usually that's what drives him to an obsessive, almost injurious regime.
But he's thinking on it again, about what would happen if Gregor showed up here. It's not a pleasant thought. What he would do...the havoc he could wreak. And Sandor still isn't sure he could face him and not cower or break.
Sitting in the kitchen with his head on his arms, a certain hulking not!knight is not looking for company (he never is) but it may find him all the same.