SANDOR
She looked magnificent.
The sun had caught her were she sat, setting her aglow. From her pale eyes that had turned luminescent, a surreal light illuminating from their depths, the pale colors vivid and entrancing; to her hair that was transformed into a brilliant curtain of flame, seeming to burn as hotly as the sun, in his mind as fiery as her spirit.
He wanted to kiss her from head to toe and then repeat the process.
She's a child! his conscious snarled at him. She's closer to a woman than a child, a darker part of him pointed out. But even as he agreed he doubted it.
The girl looked way too young, beautiful as she was. She was tall but her face was that of a child. Her teats were small against her shirt, her body still skinny although her curves were starting to develop.
Sandor let out a frustrated growl, causing the subject of his inappropriate longing to glance at him in surprise; but he just glared until she went back to eating her breakfast.
"I found my brother's address." She was looking at him again, oblivious to his unseemly thoughts. "I know where he lives now. His address was inked out on the paper that Uncle Petyr had but his P.O. Box was included. That's how I sent the letter. But now I know where he lives. Now I can actually go to him." She wasn't sullen anymore. Her face and eyes were lit up and her voice was bubbling with excitement.
As he took in the radiant sight of her happiness, Sandor couldn't help allowing the corner of his mouth to lift slightly in what to him passed as a smile.
She beamed when she noticed his smile, before finishing her orange juice and standing up. "Let's hit the road."
The drive was more peaceful now that they were back on speaking terms. And his driving companion was chatting a mile a minute. "What do you do for a living anyway?" she piped up. She was becoming more talkative as they neared her brother's place.
"I make things," Sandor grunted. "Customers place in orders, I make them, then I mass deliver them."
"That's why it took you so long to finish running errands after taking me to the post office." She rolled her eyes and huffed in a long suffering way.
She was such a little brat Sandor thought, even as another faint smile threatened to lift the corner of his lips.