Wondering
"Yeah, I'll be sure and get there when I can". The line went silent as the call was ended and there was no more to be said. 'The Hound' was coming back to Los Angeles, no enemies to be killed off anymore, moreso no killing at all. His time in Bodhgaya and Rishikesh seemed to have helped him conquer the demons inside, ridding himself of what one of the monks had called klésa or poisons. Whatever that shit was, he thought as he walked down the busy LAX airport. New papers and a new ID couldn't change his fucked up face but no one really seemed to mind when the ones that had been killed off had been the most wanted. All of that didn't matter really, the only thing that did was seeing his 'Little Bird' again. Three years since he had last seen her, she was afraid of being left all alone to start a new but from what he had heard she was alright, doing well. He had let her know he was coming back today and he only hoped she wanted to see him. Hell if she doesn't, after all I did for her.
The Lannisters, a difficult bunch to deal with really. A nest of vipers ready to strike and kill for whatever reason to be on top. The Starks had been getting in the way so they had acted friendly enough to lure them into making business with them. The two companies were to merge, but then everything went to hell. A transaction had seemingly gone wrong, leaving Eddard Stark dead and Sansa Stark hostage. He had been there to see the way the eldest Lannister brat kept bothering her. Mostly humiliating her. "Keep an eye on her Dog, wouldn't want her running away", Mrs. Baratheon, or the now widowed Lannister had ordered and he complied. He was a beat up kid when Robert Baratheon found him, 'diamond in the brute' he had called him. A quick and efficient street fighter that had a killer fist and intimidating face, that seemed enough to give him a place in the Lannister den.
The red haired gal was a sight to see, she always had been. Those long graceful limbs flowed like the water in her blue eyes, always so delicate and dainty. And so, because of having to look after her he fell in love with her, something he never dared to admit until he had made peace with it. He had killed Peter Bay for touching her along with Boris for hitting her.
You don't go off ripping teeth and gutting people just 'cause Dog
He had taken her away to a small county, La Verne just a few hours from LA. No one would try to find her there and she blended right in. The early morning he was due to leave they had walked by small park. A grand oak tree sat at the middle, looking ethereal in the blue dawn.
"When will you come back? I want to go back home and I can only do that when you're back" she sad shyly as her hand came in contact with his
"'Til everything calms down bird" his voice sounding gruff in the crisp morning
"Thank you for everything"
"No need to thank bird, just stay out of trouble" he had sighed as he touched an old ribbon that was tied around the tree
Curious, Sansa held out one of the ends. "To Marianne, who I love and remind her of so with this ribbon round our oak tree"
"Our oak tree huh?" cut in his remark as he peeled off some bark.
"Could be" she said, thinking the question was for them
"Gonna tie a ribbon for me bird?" he said chuckling
"A yellow one would look nice wouldn't it?"
His response was a shrug. Holding out his hand, they walked down the sidewalk to their provisional home, where his bags and passage awaited him.
As he took a cab, now three years later, to the county a simple text message was sent
"You know what to do, if you still want me"
He could only hope she did.