Sandor's been thinking about things that he shouldn't be thinking about. Namely, his brother ( Read more... )

Sandor: *so, returns to the room with /relief/ when the fireworks are over, breathing out hard once the door is closed behind them*

Phedre: *looks at him, and just -- tugs him into a hug, if he lets her*

Sandor: *hugs her back, head kind of dropping onto her shoulder* --sorry.

Phedre: Hush, it's -- don't apologize. *will hug him tightly, as much ( Read more... )

So there's supposed to be a houseguest coming today, or something.

Phedre's better, and even if he's not getting some quite as often as he would like - which, lets be honest, would not really be reasonable to expect. Horny teenage boy here - at least he doesn't have to constantly think about not thinking about Phedre naked. It really helps him ( Read more... )

Sandor seems to have, for once, missed the effects of the crackplot entirely. However, he is more than a little concerned about how he hasn't seen Phedre. And after they talked about being around more.

However, there is a snowstorm outside. So currently, the over-tall, imposing looking and currently very not friendly Hound can be found stalking in ( Read more... )

She's not going to come ( Read more... )

Sandor is not enjoying this. There is a fairly deep gouge in his shoulder, far too close to an artery for comfort, his fingers are tingling in a weird way though at least his hand still works, as demonstrated by the fact that he keeps trying it, and not only does that hurt, his pride is even worse. Because it's not like the Tyrell boy said anything ( Read more... )

Sandor is oddly quiet today. He's not hacking at things, though he is sitting on the porch with his sword across his knees. Not sharpening it either, though, just leaning back on his hands and watching the sky. He keeps going over the past night in disbelief, wondering if on rethinking some unexpected catch will reveal itself. It hasn't yet.

And ( Read more... )