Chirps and Whispers (Sandor X Sansa)

A shoulder to cry on

The audience cheered loudly. As Lord Eddard Starks head rolled on the ground. The cheers were so loud you couldnt even hear yourself talk. Joffery looks at Sansa who is passed out in a guards arms. "She passed out? She didnt want to watch the show? Dog carry my Lady back to her Chambers stand guard until she wakes up." He says. The Hound Nods and puts Sansa over his shoulder. She looked Pale white almost like a porcelyn doll. The atmosphere around felt eerily Dark. Only Madmen would find enjoyment right now. The Hound already came to a conclusion that Joffery was mad. Sure The hound liked killing but he surely didn't like it as much as Joffery. The Hound walked down the hall and into her room. He layed her down on the bed lightly. The hound took a seat on a chair beside the bed probably meant for her handmaiden.

He looked down at the Stark girl. Even though she was unconscious you could still see the terror in her face. Tears were still visible. Her face was pale but you could still see red blotches where her tears fell. The Hound stared at Sansa, "This Girl....Lost her father in a instant and I did nothing..." Sandor thought to himself. "I shouldn't care....my job isn't to defend her or her father" Sandor sighed. "If its not my job why do I feel like pig shit..." He sighed again. He sat in his thoughts for about a hour before he got disturbed. Sansa placed her hand on his. He flinched a little but looked down at her. "Its not your fault..." She mumbles. "I never assumed it was girl.." He looks down at their hands. "You hate it here too don't you?" She asks. "Why are you asking me stupid questions?" Sandor looks her in the eye. "Answer me" She looks up at him with tears in her eye. "It's not the best here....People aren't the nicest, I'm used to it...So I am starting not to give a shit."

Sandor moves his hand away from hers. Sansa mumbles a sorry before grabbing his collar and pulling herself closer to him. Sandor tenses up, He wasn't expecting this. "I'm sorry..." Sansa repeated until you could no longer understand her slurred sobs. "You're Okay Little bird..." He mumbles. "I hate this, Fuck Kings landing, Fuck the Lannister's, Fuck the king" Sansa pulls away from their embrace. She looks up at Sandor who seemed to like her last comment cause he started to chuckle. "What are you doing here anyway.." She asks. "Guarding you...So you don't escape...The king wants her bird to stay in her cage..." He says. "I think Birds belong in the sky flying.." Sansa looks down.

"Stop your chirping...This would all go by faster if you still were asleep, Your chirping Is going to give me a migraine." The Hound sighs. Sansa being as sad as she was let that comment hit her harder than it should have and she started to weep again. "I miss him.." She repeated as she cried out loudly. Her screams made The Hound shiver. He knew how she felt, He knew what Pain was like too. He was only about ten when he got burned by Gregor. He stayed inside for 3 months not wanting anyone to see his scar. And when he went outside he got pointed at, Mocked, Beaten and laughed at. This was all before his Father and Sister died. All before he ran away to serve the king. He was starting to feel sad he wanted to weep with her but he felt as if it was his duty to act strong for her. To give a shoulder to cry on if she needed it. She knew as well as him how hell like it was here.