Sansa
Chapter 4
The sound was ear-piercing, the feeling became numbing and her eyes almost blanked. There was a sudden roar and crashes and shrieks before hands wrapped around her stomach and waist. She didn't feel much, and her tears were not helping her vision. She felt herself shake, twist and bounce until she was lifted up, over and on something. Arms were around her, and the darkness.
Coldness was wrapped around her so suddenly she gasped and sat up, covering herself with her arms. An arm moved around and a hand clamped on her mouth to keep her from making any more noise. It was dark and the sounds of voices were in the distance. They were hollering something she couldn't pick out. There was a shiver in her skin that wouldn't leave. Warm breath against her neck wasn't helping the case either. When the voices and the sounds of hooves beating the ground faded, the hand loosened but his arm was still around her. "Little bird," The two simple words that kept her mind from racing.
"Sandor," she mumbled, and when she traced the line of his jaw, the memories flowed back suddenly. The bed chambers, the bow, Joffrey, the beating and the sight of Sandor holding the bow towards her with emotionless eyes. Suddenly the tears started again. She struggled away from the man but he wouldn't budge, instead, he held her close and tightened his grip. "How could you," She whimpered, pain piercing through her stomach and arms. "you said you'd protect me."
The feel of rough ground made her shut up, but she kept struggling. She didn't know much, but she figured out most things until she was left with the conclusion that they had left, and they were in the middle of nowhere, in the wild at night. What did you do? She wanted to scream.
"Sansa-" Finally, he let her go to fall backwards, hitting the ground and a excruciating pain wrapped around her stomach and waist. With a whimper, she curled into herself, crying miserably. This can't be happening, this can't be happening.
It was quiet for a while, and she felt the need to say something. But she didn't know what to say, how to say it, what was needed. She just knew she needed to say something, anything. "I'm sorry," It was Sandor who started. "I had to, it was the only thing i could do. That's bloody bastard needed it." He said with a quiet voice. "You can't die, especially by my hand. Not by my hand." Simple words said by such a scary man. "You're hurt on your waist. I bandaged it as best as i could. Dont open it back up." He said, his hands finding hers. "Sit up, little bird."
She obeyed, holding his hand tighter. "Sandor?" She asked in almost a whisper. She was afraid to talk to him and ask what was happening, but she felt comfort in it. "Where are we going?" She let her fingers roam his.
"Winterfell, back home." it came so easy for him to say. She let her head fall closer to his hand, wanting to see his scars on his hands and arms. She let her fingers brush across his palm, where she knew a scar was, but couldn't see it, nor feel it. Only the rough skin he always wore. "Little bird?"
"I can't see your scars." She whispered, mostly to herself. His hand lifted hers until they were tracing his cheek on his face, the bumpy grooved cheek and draw he wore. her mouth twitched into a smile, biting her lip in amusement. "Oh." She said sweetly, sitting on her knees and sitting closer. She felt him tense, but sat still against the tree. "Do you mind…"
"never, just don't do this all night. We need to rest." When he talked, the scars twisted under his fingers.
"Thank you, Sandor. For always saving me," She was tired, and knew the words would soon spill without her being able to stop. "and doing so much for me, and staying for me and leaving and…" But this time, the words didn't flow like she usually had. she just felt his face, let her fingers trace his lips. "You are the truest knight."
He let out a laugh, throwing his head back along with it. "Oh little bird, you're blind and injured. Get some sleep before you say more things you'll bloody regret."
Dropping her hands to her sides, she nodded her head without another word, looking around the dark to figure out where she should sleep. She didn't like the idea of him telling that she was just tired, but she also didn't want to say something she'll regret later, so she obeyed in embarrasement. Finally, settling in a spot next to him, she laid her head on the hands against the ground, trying to make herself sleep.
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