Picture to Burn // Sandor Clegane (2)

27.valar morghulis

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'no ones going to believe you are a hog farmer if you eat them all.' Arya spat as sandor munched on hog feet.

'best part of the animal.' Sandor said waving around the foot, 'don't worry they are still there' sandor told them. Her stomach was in knots she walked back and forth stretching out her legs and arms, her spine cracking as she moved before she put on a brave face and glared back at Sandor.

'I know they are still there.' arya snapped.

'you check every five minutes. Like you are afraid they are gonna move.' Sandor grumbled.

'I'm not afraid.' Arya told him confidently.

'of course you are. they are there and you are afraid we wont make it. The closer we get. The closer the fear gets. No use hiding behind that face. I know fear when I see it.' Sandor told her 'seen it a lot.'

'I knew fear when I saw it in you. You're afraid of fire...' arya sneered. 'when berics sword went up in flames you looked like a scared little girl.' They stared at each other for a moment, Sandors eyes fixed on arya, his jaw tense his eyes filled with hate. 'and I know why too.' Arya said slowly moving closer.

'I heard what your brother did to you. Pressed your face to the fire like you are a nice juicy mutton chop...'

'that give you some ideas?' sandor scoffed

'might do.' She said with a smirk.

'Go ahead then. You might get away. you might even make it there on your own.' Sandor told her as he picked up another hogs foot. 'just over the river, closest you've been to family since Llyn payne snapped your daddys neck...'

'some day I'm gonna put a sword through your eye and out the back of your skull' she told him and marched away to look at the twins once again.

Be rid of her, be rid of her, be rid of her. Sandor's mind screamed out as they got closer and closer. No amount of torture was as bad as putting up with Arya Stark. 

It was dark by the time they arrived, maybe they would be right on time.

'where you going?' a frey guard asked stopping them, arya hid in the back.

'I got salt pork for the feast.' Sandor informed him.

'the feast is over.'

'it doesn't sound like its over' sandor questioned, laughter and voices echoed throughout the twins.

'if I tell you its over, its over.' The guard said, 'turn this cart around and get the hell out of here.'

'I got pigs feet too.' Sandor offered.

'are you soft in the head? Turn this cart around.' the guard demanded. But they were not about to leave not without dumbing the stark at least.

Arya jumped from the cart running forward, her family was here. 

'For fucks sake.' He muttered following after her. Stark men falling to the ground, frey men laughing... Robbs wolf... shot, shot dead. Arya gasped as she followed slowly after them. Before anger filled her, arya ran forward wanting to help, wanting to kill.

'its too late.' Sandor said throwing arya over his shoulder. 'come on. Best get out of here while we still can.' But the cheers stopped them.

'HERE COMES THE KING OF THE NORTH, THE KING OF THE NORTH, THE KING OF THE NORTH!' the frey men cheered riding Robb in but his head wasn't his head. It was his wolf. They had sewn Robbs wolf onto his own shoulders. Arya looked at the scene speechless.

'come on, lets go.' Sandor pushed on. This wasn't a safe place for Starks anymore, if ever. A massacre at a wedding. Robb and Catelyn stark were dead.

'red fucking wedding they are calling it.' Sandor muttered. He didnt even know what he was going to do anyways. Get coin and go some where, cross the narrow sea to a land without Avalon. That sounded worse than being in the same region as her, she was here, somewhere, knowing that kept him hoping that he could stumble across her again.

'none of the starks had anything to say after that meal!' a group of men sat around the fire, arya listened as they spoke about the red wedding. Robb and Catelyn's fall. They were laughing as if it was the best thing in the world...

'tell you what though the hardest thing was getting the wolfs head to stay on the body.' Arya had enough, she jumped down, moved to the men quickly. Sandor muttered a few curses before stopping the horse.

'what we ending up doing was we hooked the needle right on the collar bone..' arya made her way behind the man speaking, the others watched curiously. Their eyes drifting to Arya. 'give it a nice firm... what do you want.'

'mind if I keep warm?' arya asked.

'fuck off.'

'but I'm hungry. And very cold.' Arya said sweetly.

'does fuck off mean something else where you come from?'

'ive got money.' Arya held out the coin jaqen gave her.

'what kind of coin is that?' the man asked.

'its worth a lot.' He reached out for it and she dropped it to the ground. 'sorry.' She said innocently.

'you little shit.' He muttered picking it up and when he bent down arya snapped. She stabbed the man, she kept stabbing him. Over and over again. Sandor marched over and finished the last man,

'where did you get the knife?' sandor asked arya coming up behind her.

'from you.' She held it up for him he took it looking down at where it was usually kept, the little thief.

'was that the first man you killed?' sandor asked.

'the first man.' Arya confirmed.

'next time you are going to do something like that, tell me first.' Sandor hissed.

'valar morghulis' arya said picking up her coin.