Flame // Sandor Clegane

Jealousy

Thoros watched annoyed as beric wrapped an arm around chama. Kissing her neck the way she blushed as red as her hair.

'Jealous?' Arya questioned thoros glanced over at him

'What?' He spat

'Jealous of the girl, Chama. What did you call her? Cha cha?' Arya clarified

'No.' Thoros lied.

'You look jealous. You fight for her attention yet she gives to beric without him even trying.' arya remarked. 'I would be pissed if i were you.'

'Youre not me and im not you. Im not jealous ... she could just do better.' thoros added silently. Chamas laugh filled the cave kitsune chattered at her side. Thoros scoffed.

'Even the fox thinks he is funny.' arya remarked. 'that must hurt the old ego.' She sassed. Thoros shot her a glare.

'one of these days youre not going to come back and I am going to be devastated.' Chama informed him.

'devastated?' Beric said softly kissing her cheek.

'hundred percent, I would have to put up with Thoros all by my lonesome.' She teased getting up. Sandor was tending to his wounds, he looked tormented by his own existence, or perhaps it was them. being in a cave with people praying to a being that creates the thing he hates most. Chama grabbed a jug of ale before heading over to him.

'I'm chama.' She said handing sandor some ale, he gratefully took it from her taking a long drink.

'what kind of a name is Chama?' sandor questioned

'My father was a maester-'

'Maesters are not supposed –' sandor told her

'To have children. I know.' Chama said, sitting down next to him. 'But i was left at the citadel. He took me in. He was reading of flames. Fire. Lord of light at the time. He said that chama meant flame in an old tongue. With little tuffs of red hair of my own. He named me chama.' Chama told him.

'that would actually be nice.... If fire wasn't so fucking awful.' Sandor grumbled.

'fire is not that bad.' But her eyes kept finding their way to his burned face. 'well... for most people. How did that happen?' she questioned she brought a hand up to his cheek but he got up stomping away. her hand dropped down to her lap uselessly. She was just curious. But she supposed it was a bad story and he was indeed a grumpy man, probably not the most talkative.

'is that what thoros meant when you have a thing for names?' gendry questioned coming up taking sandors spot. Thoros watched them from afar.

'yes, my father he thought names should mean something. So my fox, Kit, kitsune, means fox in one of the old tongues. My horse,' she said excitedly, forgetting her awkward encounter with sandor immediately. 'his name is cavall, that's another old tongue for horse.'

'I see and chama is fire. That's pretty cool.' Gendry admitted.

'Flame.' She corrected. 'see Thoros!' chama called over to him. 'Gendry thinks my naming system is cool!'

'I let you name my horse didnt i?' thoros reminded her.

'what did you name his horse?' gendry questioned.

'Trotter.' Chama informed him.

'gave him a shit name.' thoros told them. 'that's why I don't call him that.'

'trotter is a cute name!' chama informed him.

'she named mine Cabello.' Beric said proudly.

'yeah, I wonder why...' thoros muttered.

'because Beric is my favorite.' Chama shouted back at him.

'they all mean horse?' gendry questioned.

'I read a lot before I found these mismatched bunch.' Chama told him.