Until We Meet Again❄ (Sandor Clegane) Game Of Thrones (Wattys2019 Nominated)

48 - A Cruel Life

"Rat cunts. Fucking whore."

The three of them decided to hold up for the evening, Sandor mostly considering he kept moaning about the bite wound to his neck/shoulder and the horses need a break anyhow, so Alia got a small fire going whilst Sandor sat himself down on a rock and attempted to stitch himself back up. Of course, he was doing terribly. Alia watched him painfully as whenever he would bring the stitching up to his neck, it would unlatch itself from the needle. Arya was cleaning her own Needle in the process and too watched Sandor with despair.

"You're doing it wrong. You need to burn away that horrible bit there." She instructs. She wasn't being rude either, she was genuinely trying to help him. Sandor dismissed her and kept attempting to stitch him up. Alia did offer again but being the tough man he was, he refused and called her an idiot for not thinking he was man enough for the job at hand. Alia then called him a 'miserable cunt' and decided to tend to the horses and then started to craft some more arrows whilst Arya and herself watched him.

"It's going to get infected and fester if you don't let Arya help you Sandor." Alia points out matter of factly also, wanting him to give in to both girls but when Arya rushes to her feet with a flaming hot stick, the man roared out loud and backed away from them both, looking at the fire at the end of the stick in anguish. "No fire!"

Arya and Alia looked up to Sandor who gave out a loud grunt and told Arya to shut up about it and everything for that matter.

Alia had zoned out at that moment, not interested in getting into one of their many arguments again but when she had noticed Sandor point to his burn, he started to tell Arya about how his brother had done it to him for playing with one of his toys.

In that moment, Alia's heart broke for him. She had an incredible relationship with her brother and to hear that it was over something as innocent as Gregor Clegane scolding his brother for life for playing with one of his toys, she felt very sad for him. She felt a lot of things towards Sandor but feeling sympathetic was a different trait she didn't think she would show but she did. She offered him a gentle smile. He had noticed her smile and his eyes said it all for her, he accepted it and glad she wasn't showing a huge amount of pity for him because all of them knew it would make him more agitated than he already was.

"Let me wash it out... and stitch it up for you at least." Arya offered, standing to her feet as he gave out a small defeated nod and allowed the girl to wash away his nasty injury with her water and took the needle out of his hands and worked away at his neck.

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As Arya drifted off to sleep, Alia and Sandor were sat across from one another. Alia's legs were crossed over one another with her arms wrapped around her chest whilst Sandor leaned against the rock he was sat on previously and stared up to the sky.

"We'll be at the Eyrie tomorrow." Sandor speaks aloud, still not taking his eyes away from the night sky, but it caught Alia's attention as she glanced up from the ground and tilted her head to the side and nodded slowly. "Aye, we will."

A small chuckle escaped his lips and finally broke his eyeline from the sky and moved it towards Alia whose face was beautifully lit by the flames of the fire.

"It's been a very peculiar journey we have had." Alia smirks, thinking back to when they first met and where they are now. Miles and miles away from home, both falling in love with one another only for it to end before it even started.

"It has. Still wish I gutted you when I got the chance though with the Butcher's boy."

Alia could sense the humour in his voice, a poor representation of him trying to make a joke but it made her laugh lightly anyway, shaking her head at the thought.