Picture to Burn // Sandor Clegane (2)

19. Never Again

When Sandor couldn't find Avalon he knew she had already been sent back to the capital, he knew that she was there and there was no chance of him getting her out. So when he was offered some ale, he drank away his sorrows. He found a person that loved him. That loved every part of him, scars and all and now he would never see her again.

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When they made it to a tavern Arya and her companions were less than happy about being stuck with the brotherhood without banners but they were feeding them so they tried to keep quiet.

'I never like the skinny ones it's like drinking from a puddle not that I am adverse from drinking from a puddle-' thoros was saying eyeing Arya curiously

'I don't drink ale.' Arya told him as they poured her a glass

'There is no story that a drink cannot make better.' thoros informed her 'You see though my battle of sobriety is very tedious...' thoros remarked.

'so how did three children-' thoros went on.

'We are not children.' she told him defensively.

'Fine how did three young persons untrained in the art of war escape from Harrenhall?' thoros corrected.

'Gendry is a Smith and apprentice in the armory.' Arya informed them.

'A Smith you say? Where did you train?' Thoros questioned, Gendry looked at arya chewing on his bread, swallowing stiffly before addressing the brotherhood.

'Kings Landing. Tobo Marchette.' Gendry told them.

'That criminal!' Thor exclaimed, 'he charges twice as much as anyone else in the city.'

'That's because he is twice as good.' Gendry told him

'A Smith and a salesman.' Thoros remarked.

'Gendry stole us weapons.' arya told Thoros.

'That so?' thoros questioned grinning over at his men. 'a fortress, like Harrenhal... you lot got out with your charms?' thoros added,

'He knows how to use a sword and so do I.' arya told them. The men started laughing 'my brothers taught me.' Arya went on. Arya stood up pointing her blade out at Thoros but quickly thoros got up knocking her sword from her hands she jumped back.

'To your brothers!' he said picking up his ale again. arya picked up her sword sitting back down. 'you can finish your meals before you go it may be a long time before you get another.' Thoros told them,

'You will free us?' arya questioned.

'We gave you our word... Before you go,' Thoros said as they began to stand up wanting to make a quick exit in case they change their minds. 'let me make a quick speech-' but cheering distracted him, another brotherhood group came in cheering, bringing a prisoner along with them. 'that is an uncommonly large person.' Thoros noted. 'how does one succumb such a large man?'

'Gave him ale until he couldn't see straight,' Negan told thoros. 'Lost his girl and wanted to drown in ale.'

'Poor man you have my sympathy.' thoros poked fun at him. Thoros removed the hood to see none other than Sandor Clegane. 'The hound.' Thoros declared. 'Not a man a hound!' thoros exclaimed howling into the tavern 'so good to see you again.' Thoros remarked, sandors arms were bound behind him, yet he stood intimidatingly tall before them.

'Thoros? The fuck you doing here?' Sandors eyes moved around the group.

'Drinking and talking too much same as ever... a pretty prize lads.' Thoros noted at sandor. His men agreed.