The Journey We Face (A Sandor Clegane Fanfic)

Little bird

It had been nearing the end of the dinner, and Nymaria was already finished with her supper.

" I am stuffed, I'm going to get as plump as you in no time." She reached over the table to press at Robb is stomach, and laughed as he grabbed her hand

"I happen to like my body, and the ladies seem too as well." He looked over the table to the young girls smiling sweetly towards the heir.

"Excuse me, how do you know they weren't looking at Bran." She chuckled, looking over at the young boy who was too busy play fighting Arya to notice his name mentioned

"Well, we can all agree they weren't looking at Sandor. Gods know he isn't exactly friendly."

"He is.." She stammered, but then stopped herself. "he was at least. In his own mean way."

Robb looked at her, raising an eyebrow to Nymaira's statement as if she were mad.

"Sandor? You mean to tell me he was friendly doing the journey? Need I dare say.... Fun?" He smirked, and Nymaira playfully rolled her eyes by his amusement in this.

"Not at first, no. But there was this moment in the stream, we actually had a playful fight."

He looked at Nymaira with wide eyes, and turned his neck to look back at Sandor who was still just sitting there, drinking away his guilt.

He would have left a long time ago, but after her apology, he couldn't. He couldn't stop looking at her, he couldn't stop thinking of ways he could try to at least say he was sorry.

Nymaria smacked his arm, as he had been staring for quite some time. He turned back and started to smile, biting his lip in a excited expression.

"Do I sense a fancy?" His voice was laced with amusement. "You sense a nothing, I could never fancy him. A man like that?"

She laughed, trying to stir the situation to another subject. Do you like him? She shook her head to her own thoughts and moved on.

The once lively room laid empty, Still as the crypts below them.

Nymaria finally pulled herself up from the table, heading back to her bedchambers.

She had been thinking for quite some time, about life, her family, Sandor. As much as she tried to erase these thoughts, they still haunted her along with the kiss she had shared with him.

She liked it, the way his mouth felt against hers. How he grabbed her so close, but still, with as much strength he had, she felt his hands shake. Almost, afraid to touch her. How his warm breath mixed with hers, sharing the same air as they grew needier for each other. It was the most passion she had ever experienced, but it was more then just the kiss, Gods, it was a great kiss.

But Nymaria had always felt broken, yes she was strong. But she was human, and she felt she lost a piece of herself that day her mother was killed. They hadn't killed just her mother, they had killed her too.

But as strange as it was, she felt that piece she had lost, almost found. It was the careless girl who didn't cry herself to sleep, Who didn't blame herself for the action of these men, who could..feel whole again.

She smiled by these thoughts. She smiled because even though she didn't realize it at the time, that moment in the stream, she wasn't the broken Nymaria,

she was Nymaria. Just Nymaria. Her thoughts were soon halted when she had made it to her bedchambers, opening the creaky door, she closed it behind her and latched the lock.

Turning around, she gasped and threw her hand over her chest to calm the loud thumping of her speeding heart.

"Sandor?" She squinted her eyes to the tall figure that was hunched over her bed. "Little bird." Was all he said, before he took a small swig of his wineskin.

"What are you doing here?" She questioned, and walked over towards him. "I came here to apologize." She laughed, and crossed her arms over her chest

"Oh yeah? Sorry for being a cunt?" He took a rough chuckle at that.

"Yes." He stood up, towering over her figure. He was dressed down from his usual armor, he looked like he had just been dragged through all seven of hells.

His eyes were on the verge of tears, but he didn't let them slip. "I don't regret it either, but the little bird should know better then to be with a hound."

"You aren't a hound Clegane." she began, and pushed a finger to his chest, looking at him.

"Hounds know when to be fierce, and when to let their guard down." She leaned on her tippy toes, extending her arms to pull his face towards her as she kissed him gently.

She stepped back, "You are broken, I am broken, by the evil of this world. I don't know much, but I know this, I think I like you Sandor. And if you do too, then let's just enjoy this. Whatever the hells it is."

She grabbed his wineskin and took a big gulp, the sting of the harsh liquid sending a warm sensation through her body. With that, he grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

She was so beautiful, but what was so different about her, when she looked at him, her eyes didn't change when she moved from his, to the scar that haunted his left cheek.

No matter what part of him she was gazing towards, it was always the same. curiosity, with a sense of excitement. Courage, with a sense of kindness and understanding. "Besides,"

she wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned in close. "If i get bored, I could always fly away." She laughed and he did the same. their lips connecting and their journey began.

Now I know Nymaria may seem all over the place with her feelings, but I want her to showcase how people sometimes feel when they like someone. And that is a mix of feelings but I want her to also showcase that if you like someone, and if they like you. Then don't be afraid of what happens next. Live and enjoy the connections we find during the course of our life's. I want her to have that kinda courage to go after what she wants and also show Sandor bring that side out of her has she brings part of his hidden self out. Has always, thanks for checking out this crap story :)