Sparks Fly // Thoros of Myr / Sandor Clegane // (3)

5. You Like Me

Quickly Thoros lite a fire and Taeylor practically jumped in it. Her hands grazing the flames. Sandor watched in horror as the fire kissed her skin. She pulled back brushing at the sparks.

"You could be a fire priestess with how you jump in." Thoros decided. Taeylor glanced back at him.

"A priestess?"

"Sexy goddess." Thoros answered.

"Huh." She answered

"Huh? No huh..." He gave her a cheeky grin. She liked that smile. He moved closer to kiss her cheek. Her lips curved. "There she is." He whispered.

"What?" She whispered back

"That smile. There is that fire i saw when i first met you."

Taeylor hated that thoros made her smile because she wanted to be mad and angry and rightfully a bitch. But he broke down her walls so effortlessly

'I think the first time we met was a tourney,' beric remarked once they were settled.

'I remember seeing you at a tourney. You were dull, I didnt like you, you weren't good but you werent bad.' Sandor was telling beric as everyone tried to warm up. Taeylor sat beside thoros his hands running over hers he blew his hot breath on her neck sending a shiver through her.

'Thank you clegane' beric said smiling. 'That warms the heart."

''But there's nothing special that you'' sandor informed him making thoros laugh.

"Hes a sweet one isnt he? Why didnt we leave him in the wild?" Thoros pondered pulling taeylor closer and she let him. She leaned back into him, stealing his warmth. Her body trapped between his legs. Sandor noticed but remained quiet on that matter. Taeylor wasnt his.

'Well you're right about that' beric confirmed.

'Then why does the Lord of light keep bringing you back?' sandor questioned. 'I've met better men than you and they've been hanging from crossbeams or beheaded or shot them selves to death in a field somewhere and none of them came back... so why you?"

"Yeah why you? I have known two men that have died that i think are way more worthy of another shot at living." Taeylor added bluntly.

'Do you think I don't ask myself that every hour of every day?? what am I supposed to do? what is the Lord seeing in me? ...and I don't know. I don't understand our Lord.' Beric told them.

'Your Lord.' Sandor corrected. He wasn't a fire worshipers.

'I don't know what he wants for me. I only know that he wants me alive.' Beric told them.

'If he's so powerful why doesn't he tell you what the fuck he wants?' sandor snapped.

"Excuse me lovely." Thoros said getting up. Taeylor sunk back into his spot as he got up. 'Clegane come over here' thoros said crouching by the fire.' Dont worry the fire wont bite.' He chuckled looking to taeylor. "Unless you ask nicely." He smirked. Sandor groaned . 'Come on clegane I want to show you something'

'It's my fucking luck I end up with a band of fire worshipers...' sandor muttered, he moved slowly towards thoros.

'It almost seems like divine justice' beric told him.

'There is no define justice if there was you'd be dead' sandor corrected. 'And that little girl would be alive' sandor added his eyes drifted to the dead daughter and father. 'What do you want?' sandor asked bitterly stepping towards the fire.

'Look into the flames' thoros said and sandor rolled his eyes. 'Look into the damn flames! you saw me bring him back to life don't you wanna know who gave me the power?'

'I keep asking and no one wants to tell me!' sandor snapped.

"I dont think i want to know unless you can give me the power." Taeylor countered. "It might come in handy."

'We can't tell you, only the fire can tell you...' thoros urged, Sandor looked hesitantly at the fire leaning forward and looking over the flames.

'What do you see?' thoros asked

'Logs burning' sandor said bored.

'Keep looking' thiros instructed. thoros pointed into the fire again. Sandor looked harder into the flames. 'What do you see?' sandor looked and then the logs, they turned into... into-

'Ice... a wall of ice... THE wall...'

'What else?' thoros questioned and sandor leaned in a bit closer. Taeylor turned to them

"Ice in the fire. Thats new."

'It's where the wall meets the sea there's a castle..' then the sparks flickered up from the flames and he took a step back but leaned back in his eyes focused on the flames. 'there's a mountain looks like an arrowhead the dead of marching past... Thousands of them.'

'Do you believe me now clegane? do you believe we're here for a reason?' Beric asked.

'hey if I die,' taeylor began. 'don't bring me back unless we are in a warmer climate.' She informed them. But they laughed. 'I'm serious!'

Taeylor had fallen asleep pressed against thoros that night but woke with an empty spot beside her. Turning she grabbed his cloak pulling it tighter around her and trying to find rest before they moved again

'What the hell are you doing looking?' thoros asked as he came outside, sandor was digging in the freezing cold.

'Burying the dead,' the family that had died he was bearing them a grave out in the snow

'You knew these people?' thoros asked.

'Not really...' It was the girl and the father who took them in for the night she had made rabbit stew... he offered him work... who he had stolen his silver from and said they wouldn't survive the winter and they left. They didn't survive. Sandor knew they wouldnt but it hurt all the same. Thoros started to help him dig.

'We asked the father to judge us with mercy we ask the mother to... fuck if I remember the rest...' Sandor said looking down at the grave. 'I'm sorry you're dead you deserve better... the both of you' sandor said over the freshly dug graves before heading back inside.

When thoros came in he sat down next to a still sleeping taeylor, he ran a cold hand against her leg. She shivered at touch, curling into a ball, waking up.

'Oh my goodness you're so cold.' she exclaimed laughing. Thoros just smiled down at her. She opened the cloak up just slightly. He lay down beside her once more. Cold hands encircled her. "Why are you cold? You were supposed to be my warmth." Taeylor grumbled.

"Had to help with something outside. Im here now." He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she breathed him in. "You like me." He whispered

"Shut up." She mumbled against his chest

"You really really like me!"