Flame // Sandor Clegane

We used to fuck

'Whats the deal with you and beric?' Sandor questioned. Chamas skin brushed up against sandor

'What do you mean?' Chama asked ignorantly

'Whats the deal with you and beric?' Sandor repeated chama smiled over at him.

'Hes my oldest friend.'

'Friend.' Sandor said incredulously.

'Why do you ask?' Chama said sweetly

'Hes not gonna... i dont send a fire god on me if i kiss you?' sandor said awkwardly

'I dont know are you planning on kissing me?' Chama teased sandor licked at his lips not meeting her eyes. 'i could put in a good word with the lord of light. Let him know not to burn the other half of that handsome face.' Sandor watched her a moment longer red hair blowing in the breeze coming into the cave snow sticking to hair. She shivered leaning into sandor.

'You really are not made for snow.' Sandor remarked.

'No.' she agreed.

'You and beri-'

'Why do you really care?' Chama questioned. 'You killed him once do you think you cant beat him again if challenged?' she smirked up at him.

'I want to know what im getting myself into. I see the way thoros looks at ya too.' sandor remarked. 'But before i saw-'

'Beric is my closest friend. We used to fuck.' Chama informed him simply.

'Used to?'

'Not for a while.' Chama confirmed

'Why?'

'What happened to your face?' Chama countered sandor stared at her. 'What? a question for a question. It seems fair enough'. Chama insisted 'so what happened to your face?' Sandor grumbled laying down onto his back staring at the ceiling. Chama lay next to him her body just barely touching his. Beric and thoros and the others slept soundly. She waited patiently. It seemed like sandor needed to prepare himself to relive the memory.

'I was 8.' Sandor whispered and chama had to lean in closer to hear. 'I was playing with a toy. It was my brothers. He thought i stole it. But he never played with it. And i didnt steal it.' Sandor clarified, 'i was just playing...' chama slid a hand around sandors waist as he spoke. He kept an arm around still whispering into the night. It was silent except for the crackling of the fire. 'My brother shoved my face into the fire. Grabbed me by the neck.' Sandors hand moved to the back of chamas neck giving a light squeeze before trailing his hand through her hair. 'He held my face down. I screamed and screamed. The pain was bad but the smell... that still stayed with me over the years. Anytime anything burns it brings me back.' he muttered. Chama snuggled closer stealing his warmth. 'My father lied for him. Said my bedding caught fire. He covered it up.'

'Why?' Chama said barely a whisper

'He was the first born. Good lot it did he. Hes fucking monster now.' Sandor told her. 'And for your sweet sake i hope you never meet him.'

'Im sorry that happened to you. Im sorry you have to live with that memory and that pain.' Chama told him softly.

'You said your fox burned his paws?'

'I nursed him back to health. Creams and ointments. Thoros thought i was crazy tending to an animal like it was a person but kit didnt do anything to anyone. He didnt deserve to suffer just as you dont.' Chama informed him.

'Thank you chama. You might be the only flame i like.'