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Seridano and Sansa - A GoT RP
ʄᴙᴇᴇᴆ ʄᴙᴏᴍ ʈɦᴇ A Game of Thrones roleplay between Seridano and Sansa http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i3...c809124dd5.jpg --- With a movement so quick she didn't have time to scream, the butt of his blade hit her head and she was quickly unconscious, the glow of the green flames fading to black before she could hear the hound say "Sorry, Little Bird." |
There were no words for it, no time for indecision, and it's partner was ruled by fear, and drink, and the roar of the flames. Sandor remained steadfast in his silence as he stared at the Stark girl. Such a pretty little thing, like a bird in a cage, poised and ready for flight, not yet noticing that she hadn't far to fly. Escape was impossible, she knew that now, and yet he'd seen the hope in her eyes, a faraway thing as obvious as the fear that was in them now.
It was this that decided him, this that drove his blade into the air and brought the flat of it down against the back of her skull. “Sorry, little bird.” The drink slurred his words, tinging them with honest regret, and he cursed aloud as he caught her. She was light as the namesake that so many had chosen for her, and Sandor hefted her body over his shoulder as though she weighed nothing at all. ----- Sandor woke to a pervasive ache in his lower abdomen, and proceeded to ignore the damned thing like an itch until it until it rankled enough to push aside all possibility of returning to sleep. It was the ale and wine, or rather, what was left of it, looking to make a pass through. The rest of it was in his head, which no longer swam, but pounded. It was a steady rhythm, like the drums of war and, for a moment, he wondered if he'd merely dreamt of laughing in the boy King's face and fleeing the Blackwater - so much fire – but no, these were drums of a different nature, and the only fire lay half spent in the makeshift pit where he left it. He mutters a soft curse as he stands and moves to relieve himself, unlacing his breeches with unsteady fingers only to notice the Stark girl still slumbering naught but a few paces away. And what of decency? How would the little bird react to the sight of him? Bugger her decency, that is his first thought, and then he thinks better of it, curses again, and moves away into a stand of trees. And of course she wakes and makes to run while he's trying to take a piss, damned stupid thing. Of course, he'd have done the same in her position. Well, not run exactly, not against one man, but the little bird could scarce think to take him in a fight, fair or otherwise. Such a pretty little thing, no doubt it would never even occur to her to take up arms and fight her way to freedom, even with his dagger sitting naked by the fire. Catching her isn't the difficult part - he wraps one arm firmly about her waist to hold her in place. Keeping her from making that infernal racket, however, is another matter entirely. "Let. Me. Go!" He places the other hand over Sansa's mouth to silence her. “Do that again and I'll slit your throat.” It isn't an empty threat. “Listen here, little bird. There are far worse things in these woods than me: outlaws, Stannis's men, the King's, and I'm the only thing keeping you from 'em. You're such a pretty little thing, and you know what men like to do to pretty things. You'd do better to remember that before you go screaming bloody murder again, or it's murder you'll bring. If you're smart, you'll keep your mouth shut until I turn you over at Riverrun.” |
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