Among the woods (Sansa/Open)

[sandor]

It was dark now, the sun had gone down and only the flicker of fire gave light. Joffrey had retired early to Sandor had taken the chance to wetting his throat. His belly was now warm with wine as his face was warm as it tended to be when one was half drunk. As ever The Hound was adorned in his black armour, it was dull and battered in places. It was ugly, like many would say he was.

He made his way back through the woods from where he had been drinking, not many people supped with Sandor Clegane but the rare few that did knew how to drink like he did. The trick was to be quiet. Most men who could muster up the balls to want to drink with him usually wanted to talk with him. He had no care for it.

As his armour rattled Clegane's eyes focused forward, looking through what little light the moon and stars provided. Was there a figure among the trees of the quiet wood? He was rather sure there was. A small, petite figure.

[sansa]

The godswood, one simple place that felt as close to home as she could get in this hell. Life for a time had been everything she had dreamed and now it was a cruel nightmare. Joffrey had been so kind and sweet, but he had shown her who he truly was. Once a Lannister always a Lannister. Sansa had hoped that he would have gotten some good from his father. Sure the man had been a drunk but he was kinder than Joffrey would ever hope to be. Now she was to marry him, and the thought left a bitter taste in her mouth. She wanted to return home, but it didn’t seem like it would ever be possible.

Tears rolled silently down her cheeks, watering the earth she sat upon. However the sound of footsteps made her scrub the traces away with her black silk sleeve. Sansa was wearing mourning colors since Joffrey wasn’t around to complain about it. He wanted to see her in color looking happy, and Sansa had no choice but to oblige. Her head turned and bright eyes settled on Sandor. He was kind in his own way and her eyes widened in shock at seeing him.

Sansa pulled in a deep breath grateful that in the darkness he wouldn’t know that she had turned his way. Instead she turned back around and lowered her head. She had come to feel closer to her father, but it made sense for it to look as if she were in prayer. She would give anything for hers to be answered but her prayers had been ignored since coming to this horrible place.

[sandor]

"Little bird." he did not recognise her at first in the gloomy dark, but it set in eventually once he was close enough. It was not normal for a woman to bed out so late, nevermind such a young woman. So many threats about, rapers and the like. The Hound stepped closer to her now, eyes piercing the darkness as if it was nothing more then flesh against his sword.

"What are you doing out girl?" his voice held its usual rasp to it and his eyes were uncaring. That wasn't to say he didn't care however, it just didn't show. The 'Little bird' was often the victim of Joffrey's cruelty and she was a defenseless thing, Sandor could take pity on a thing like that. Keep an eye out for her in a place where nobody else would. There might as well be one good thing in King's Landing, even if only one.

[sansa]

His voice cut through the silence of the godswood reminding her of how he always seemed to know that she was close. Sansa cursed herself silently for thinking that she wouldn't be seen. Of course someone would find her here. She was watched so carefully that it only made sense. Privacy would never be hers until she was long gone from this awful place. As she was asked about her reason for being out so late Sansa turned towards The Hound.

Her blue eyes remained downcast however. Sansa couldn't meet any person's gaze in this place. She feared what they would see and didn't want the trouble. "I come to pray Ser. I visit the Sept and here so that my prayers can be heard." Of course she would never be stupid enough to tell her true prayers. She wanted Joffrey dead, she wanted out of this hell. Sadly Sansa didn't think that would ever be possible.