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

13. Gifted

"Come on, I want to see if my Harp is still here." Taeylor grabbed sandors hand leading him through the castle, she moved to her old chambers to find it surprisingly how she left it.

Sandor watched her smile grow as she sat at her seat the harp dusty but there. She strummed the strings wanting to cry. Remembering the first time she played it. The day garlan gifted it to her.

"When I get the notes to sing back to me that's when I have mastered it". Taeylor remarked. Sandor stared back at her silently. It was beautiful like being transport to another time and place. While everyone else was worried about the future the looming death march of the undead army they sat away from the noise. The only sound that captured their minds the beautiful melody Taeylor played out.

"I didnt know you played."

"Garlan Tyrell gifted it to me." Taeylor admitted. "I hadnt played much before then. Maybe once or twice when i was little but i was so small i couldnt reach all the strings back then." Taeylor recalled "oh my flute is stil here. Im honestly surprised that cersei didnt burn all this. She was never my biggest fan and me marrying her father certainly didnt help that."

"Because you were supposed to marry jaime and she likes fucking her twin." Sandor offered

"In hindsight that probably was the main reason we didnt become the best of friends when we were younger." Taeylor agreed.

She turned back to her flute blowing gently into it. The notes filled the air. She forgot how much she missed playing it was part of her everyday life, and then life got in the way of her passion.

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Passion stuck out to taeylor as they made their way back north. She begged between shivers that they didnt go all the way to winterfell again as she snuggled into sandor for warmth.

He could get used to this. He could really get used to this. Despite playing her flute or her lyre she was quiet and seemingly content stealing sandors warmth.

He liked the quiet. It was a nice change. A lot could be spoken in the silence. From the way they looked at each other the way they held each other in the cold.

Sandor was a huge and heavily-muscled man. He has grey eyes, his nose was large and hooked, and his long hair was dark and thin.

One side of Sandor's face was gaunt, with sharp cheekbones and a heavy brow, while the other side was a burned ruin of scars. 

Taeylor admited all of him. She had to force herself not to.  Especially with winterfell and real beds getting closer by the moment

Sandor wish rode in tall and large, taeylor rode hunched her hair blowing in the cold breeze, she was complaining already that she missed the warmth of the south.

'This is queen Daenerys of house Targaryen this is my sister Sansa stark of Winterfell.'

'Thank you for inviting us the north is just as beautiful as your brother said, as are you' dani complimented.

'The north is yours your grace' sansa said bitterly her gaze shifting to taeylor. What was a Lannister doing in their midst?

"And you are pathetically human," sandor said with a patronizing sigh. Taeylor turned to him confused. "Come here. You'll freeze to death in that ridiculously skimpy outfit." His hands reach for her, but she shifted away from his grip.

"Im perfectly fine and not allowing myself to fall for you so keep your hands to yourself." Taeylor objected.

"You are shivering like a leaf Tae." Sandor corrected before his brain processed what she said. "You falling for me?"

"No. Thats why you cant be sweet to me. "

"Im always sweet to you". Sandor corrected

"I know so you being wonderful and taking care of me cant happen because we are all Going to die and i cant allow my heart to feel that again." Taeylor agreed

"Whatever you say Tae." Sandor agreed wrapping his cloak around her

"And for your information this isnt skimpy. Its warm for down south. Its just not enough layers up here."

"Aye." Sandor confirmed pulling his cloak tight around her.

"Thanks San."