my heart beats for you [Sandor]

[attr="class","post"]Sandor had found that he was glad, following the incident with the hellish she-bitch Harper, that Sansa had taken a liking to remaining at his side. He’d found in the days that had followed the brawl, where both he and Sansa had suffered injuries – he while protecting both the little bird and the Queen – that he was incredibly reluctant to allow her to wander from his sight. He had not wanted to demand that she stick by him, had not wanted to seem like the possessive type of creature who ruled over her decisions, and luckily he hadn’t needed to. The she-wolf had taken to following along with him during his patrols when she could manage the long route, and curling at his side at night, where he frequently awoke to check that she was still there, still safe.

He knew that she had suffered from what had occurred with Harper – not just physically, but mentally, too. She’d been attacked, brutalized, and had perhaps thought that she would die there, with Sandor mysteriously missing from her side, no longer there to protect her. That was the thought that stung worst of all, that she’d thought he’d abandoned her. It made his chest ache, made his stomach clench, until he had to brush it aside each time he recalled it. He had not meant to leave her; he’d been injured from his encounter with an ornery moose bitch and her calves, had barely managed to keep himself fed and alive while he’d recovered. And then he had returned to Sansa as swiftly as he could, only to find her bleeding and injured, alone…

Sandor snorted, shaking his head violently as if to physically clear the memory. He would never allow that to happen again, he silently vowed from his place perched in the shade of a rocky overhang, his paws sunken into the sand. It took everything that he had not to follow after Sansa, his blazing eyes trained on the horizon where she’d disappeared. He knew she would not go far – she never did, after all. But still…for her to be away from him, it worried him. He knew that she could not remain at his side always and forever; her injuries mercifully had healed, much as his had, and it would do good for her to vanquish some of her fears by reacquainting herself with being able to function on her own. Still, that didn’t make it better, didn’t make him worry less. He didn’t think that he ever would, when it came to her. She was precious to him, and the thought of losing her was one so heartbreaking that he could not fathom it.

A figure appeared on the horizon, slowly but consistently growing closer and closer until he could make out the shape of Sansa. He relaxed a fraction when she stepped back into his sight fully, breathing a quiet sigh of relief under his breath as he studied her. She had not seen him yet – he’d retreated a ways from where she’d originally left him to recline in the shade, and he quickly lifted himself to his feet when her little voice called to him, not hesitating to go to her. How had the little she-wolf stolen his heart so effortlessly, he wondered, when he’d once swore that it would never be anything but stone again? He’d been a downright beast when he’d first taken her in, a monster for true, but somehow she’d changed him. Shaped him and molded him into who he was now.

”I’m here,” he told her, moving to stand before her where he then stopped to study her, pleased to note that she seemed to be doing better than usual. He’d worried and fretted over her injuries from the moment she’d received them, though he didn’t think she minded. ”How are you feeling? Any better?”

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Words: 645
Tags: Sansa
Muse: Goood
Notes: <3



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