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[avtvmngrass]

@houndclegane​ // ‘Long time, no see’

At the end of the day, King’s Landing is no different from Casterly Rock. The Red Keep is sprawling and immensely beautiful, hiding secrets and Gods know what else. She arrives with a handful of other courtiers, some freshly married, some on the hunt for prospective alliances. They are eager and excited.

Elinor cannot say the same for herself.

There are stares, of course, and whispers; she’s inherited the Clegane height and towers a full foot over the majority of her companions. Chin up, stand tall, she reminds herself. Face as placid and disinterested in the hubbub of the halls as she can make it until things have calmed a touch and she is able to find the nearest balcony and peer out over the city. Exhausting business, all of it. She does not feel any less claustrophobic out here in the open air, but at least there is no eight foot tall childhood memory standing sentinel in a corner.

[zip001]

Meeting Again in the Vale (A Rock Opera)

Meeting in the Vale

[Quiet Isle]

There were just twelve of them, hardened yet broken men, that the Elder Brother found in the cesspool known as King’s Landing. Unlike the charlatans who promised everlasting salvation, a million virgins, a million dollars, Elder Bro simply said that he brought them to the Quiet Isle so that they could find some peace.

Literally. They did not speak, except at their bi-weekly one-on-one sessions with Elder Bro.

At first, Sandor lashed out, trying to rile up Elder Bro, cursing at him, even pushing and then striking him when nothing seemed to wipe that smile from his face. But the still imposing man refused to fight back. Elder Bro merely stepped aside or deflected his blows.

After Sandor tired himself out, Old Bro would smile and say “The bamboo that bends is stronger than the oak that resists.”

To stop Elder Bro from spouting off more new age mumbo jumbo shit, Sandor eventually broke and told him, not everything, but enough.

When I was a child, I saw a fleeting glimpse, out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look, but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone.

Old Bro heard snippets - mainly stuff about his older brother, the people he hurt and some he killed in cold blood, and his short stint with her runty wolf bitch sister. And finally about the Little Bird, who sang and flew, hopefully far, far away.

While his silent brothers spent their time hiking, tending to the small vegetable garden, and/or observing the wildlife for the few visiting scientists, Sandor isolated himself and chose to do the hardest and most grueling labor, countless hours alone clearing brushes away from the conservatory field station and digging ditches for the refuse. He worked at the crack of dawn and returned when the sky turned inky black.

Elder Bro admonished him many times that the he and the other brothers could take turns with him, that he was not here to serve penance, that he did not have to punish himself for the things he done nor for the things he did not do.

“Would your Little Bird want you to suffer?”

He wanted to protest - she was not his, not even in his dreams, never was and never will be.

Yet Elder Bro was not wrong either - nay, the gentle little bird would not want him to suffer.

[The Eyrie]

There were moments when she forgot herself.

It was easy when she was laughing with Randa and Myra as they went hiking. She felt so bright and light, seemingly without a care in the world.

The girls were yodeling back and forth, each trying to outdo the other and laughing at all their attempts. Randa could yodel the longest without taking a breath. Mya sniggered that it was due to her large bosoms. Maybe Mya was right that Randa’s lungs, like her huge heart, were as big as her boobs, Alayne mused, but she had to also agree with Randa that Mya’s loud yodeling eerily sounded like the brayings of her mules. Seeing a blue bird flying, Alayne mimicked its song in her yodel, brightly trilling the high notes.

Both of her friends quickly exclaimed how she sounded exactly like a bird.

“You win again, little bird I am going to call you going forward,” Mya laughed.

And suddenly she remembered. She remembered a large rough man who called her a pretty little bird, who made her sing for him, who protected her, who told her the hard truths. If he were still alive, he would have told her what she should know and should not forget, that she was not free. Sansa was still in a cage, albeit a filled cage.

Right now I feel like a bird caged without a key Ev'ryone comes to stare at me with so much joy and reverie They don't know how I feel inside Through my smile I cry.

Recovering quickly, she giggled and hugged Mya and Randa, and they returned back to the Eyrie.

That night when Petyr interrogated her on her whereabouts, telling her how much her poor sick cousin Sweetrobin missed her so much that he became almost hysterical, she knew that his interrogation was a test, a test to see whether she was lying to him. He had his men stationed pretty much everywhere and where he did not have men, he probably had cameras and drones following her every move.

[Gates of the Moon]

At first, it made no sense to him.

He understood that it was all about the Benjamins- that the fruits and vegetables harvested from the garden was far from being to enough to feed him and his brothers. The wild animals on the island were mostly endangered. Every now and then Elder Bro would leave with one of the brothers and came back with larger coolers of meat and a lot of weed.

Cash in! Cash in now honey Cash in now Cash in now Cash in now honey Cash in Miss Smith Cash in now!

Why did Elder Bro choose to take him, of all the brothers, away from the Quiet Isle to this mansion with such a hokey name at the foot of the mountain? Any of the other brothers could have easily carried the rather light bushel of Meyer lemons and seedless Bearrs limes (sweeter and juicier than key limes). Although in the past, he had provided security for manses like this, with names just ostentatious, Casterly Rock and Red Keep, Sandor didn’t fit in with this type of crowd - he did not hobnob, just could not do small talk with the bejeweled society women. And his ugly scarred mug would not bring in large donations from Elder Bro’s wealthy patrons, but instead would scare them away.

Before they walked up to the guarded gate house, Elder Bro stopped and said, “Go ahead and ask.”

“Why?”

The older man smirked, “You will see.”

After being granted access by the guard, the next person they met was a buxom woman who opened the door and blatantly ogled him and Elder Bro.

“My, my, what big arms you both have.”

‘Fuck!’ Did Elder Bro meant to pimp him out for some kinky three-some? Was this some sick joke? He never asked the other brothers what they did when they left the Quiet Isle with Elder Bro. Mainly because of the silence thing, but frankly he knew how the world worked, even for someone like Elder Bro, who was savvy enough to know how to work the system. He could sell ice to the polar bears!

Then Sandor heard a light slapping sound and her voice.

“Randa, oh behave.”

‘It was her, the Little Bird.’

Even with her red hair dyed brown, he would recognize her eyes anywhere.

Sandor noticed her eyes widen slightly in recognition. But then she acted as if she never met him before and smiled welcomingly at them both, graciously ushering them in and introducing Myranda, who lived in this mansion with her father Nestor Royce, and herself as Alayne, one of Myranda’s guests for the summer.

After they deposited the produce in the kitchen (Randa did a rather loud stage whisper that the kitchen staff was going to bake the largest lemoncake for her best friend who had such a sweet tooth), Elder Bro brought out the bundled sage sticks from his bag and started the sage smudging process. At the corner of his eyes, he saw her looking at him in concern as chanting Elder Bro burnt the sage sticks in two large abalone shells (he was no longer deathly afraid of such small flames). Carrying the smaller bowl, he walked dazed behind Elder Bro, who, in turn, followed the two striking women as they weaved their way from room to room, each room had one or more armed guards.

The older man blessed each of the rooms with burning sage, but for one of the large guest bedroom suites. Alayne, she was called that, stopped Elder Bro from crossing the threshold of that room, the only room that was vacant.

“If any room needs to be smudged, it would Petyr’s room!” exclaimed Myranda.

“Father does not like anyone in his room when he is not there.”

‘Petyr! Of course, it had to be him who stole her away!’ He remembered the way that man stared at her.

Sandor stumbled and almost dropped his shell full of smoldering sage. But in his attempt to hold onto the shell, he inadvertently brought the shell towards his face and deeply inhaled the smoke. He could not see, could not breathe and could not stop coughing. There was so much smoke.

The smoking shell was quickly taken from him, and he was gently lead away. He found himself alone with her in Petyr’s bathroom. She was wiping his face with a cool wet cloth, as if she did this a million times before. Sandor could breathe again, could smell her light citrus scent.

He tried to still her hand by grabbing it.

“Little Bird,” he hoarsely whispered.

Sansa stopped wiping his face but did not respond. She acted as if she did not hear him but slightly tilted her head towards the bathroom vent as she proceeded to fill a small glass with water. A small camera!

“Sir, Miranda called an ambulance.”

He was no Sir! She knew that!

“I’m fine... There is no need.”

She efficiently handed him the glass. Nothing tasted as sweet as the cool water she gave him. And she did not even waver when she blocked the camera with her body and quickly slipped silver wedding bands on his ring finger and her ring finger.

It took all of his will to not yell at her, shake her hard, trying to stop whatever mad scheme she was planning. They were all in danger. He knew that - she knew that. Sandor has a feeling that Elder Bro and her friend knew as well as he could see them both huddled at one corner of Petyr’s room. Myranda looked agitated while Elder Bro looked quite concerned. They were two men and two women with sage sticks against many heavily armed men!

“You almost fainted after you inhaled the smoke - it is just a precaution. Smoke inhalation can cause serious respiratory damage. They need to make sure that you are all right.”

Sandor thought they would be surely stopped but the guards just stepped back when he was wheeled into the ambulance as she held his large hand in her tiny hand. Holding his hand, she kept on saying that everything would be fine as she got into the ambulance as his wife, as they drove to the hospital, as he got admitted, as they were reunited by very relieved Myranda and Elder Bro.

And she was right! Everything was fine at the double wedding of Randa and Elder Bro and of him and his little but formidable bird.

Hey little sister, what have you done? Hey little sister, who's the only one? I've been away for so long I've been away for so long I let you go for so long It's a nice day to start again Come on it's a nice day for a white wedding It's a nice day to start again!

[cleganesurvivor-a]

@houndclegane gets some fluff bc boy do we need it

“ what, i didn’t steal it. i won it. gambling is fun. ” at least, it’s fun when you win and it happened elinor was great at reading people as well as vast knowledge of the tricks happening. it was a great way to make money too. it was just better not too often done less she somehow get banned or worse. “ what shall we do with it? sell it? keep it? eat it? it’s so fluffy, should we take its coat? ” 

[forsakingonevow]

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[snowmcid]

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They’d stayed later than everyone else, as was their habit. Not a very clever ruse, but it seemed to work just fine and with how drunk the rest of them were - she doubted they would give much thought to it. It’s not that they were doing anything for anyone to be suspicious of, but it was nice to sit and talk - just the two of them. Sometimes it was the book, sometimes it was life, and sometimes it was about the atrocious singing they had just heard. 

“I’m not sure what I expected, but that croak was not one of them” she laughed, smile wide as she lounged on the sofa, one arm thrown over the back of it, a legs pulled up onto the cushion and facing Alex completely. “You’d think with all the talking he does, he’d have a more pleasing voice. Though, I have to say - you were quite the surprise. I didn’t expect you to sing so well.” she said, tone softening and then they just fell into silence, staring at one another and then he was kissing her. It was like the snap of a rubber band, as if the tension had built and built and neither of them could hold it back any longer. 

He was kissing her and she was kissing him. It was messy and perfect and awful all at once. 

Then it was over. 

She had pulled away, eyes wide with realization and then, before she knew it, she was out the door. She was with Harry, she couldn’t just kiss Alex, she couldn’t do that to Harry - even if she didn’t love him, surely he didn’t deserve that. 

[thesellsword]

is this NINE : houndclegane is a lovely sandor and the jokes we have made about pod and sandor as brothers are killing me and i already love this relationship so much ! they're so lovely and such a great writer and person to be around and that's amazing

POSITIVITY FOR ALL !!!@houndclegane

i have not had the pleasure of RPing with them yet, but i love them because you love them !!!

[steeledstark-blog]

@houndclegane || plotted future sc

He had come back to Winterfell after silence,  a name mentioned as a LOSS,  one mourned .  She thought back often,  of the times he had saved her,  but also had frightened her.  She regrets the night of Blackwater sometimes,  though those are words she won’t admit.  the guilt would consume her, so she looks for a positive.  That every step, even mistakes, even the horrors ,  she wouldn’t be where she was now. & she could not spend her life stuck on WHAT IFS, it would destroy her. The Queen in the North had to look forward,  for her people above all else.

And as long as Sandor Clegane was under her roof, breathing amongst the living, he was part of that. His condition was improving, well enough for company, and she made her way in, crown resting upon auburn locks. “ You look better, not nearly as ‘verge-of-death’ as when we found you, ” commenting softly, not so much smiling at her own statement. A jug of water handed over, a look saying drink without a word needing to be spoken . “ What happened to you? ” 

[thisblogmovedfindmeifyoucan]

@houndclegane- Sandor and Sansa

Sansa looked out over the newly fallen snow, knowing that she needed to take her place as queen and lead her people.  She’d been doing it so long, without the title, her thoughts often went back to the days when she only dreamed of being Queen. Days when songs of valor and fair maidens and she wondered if any of those songs and stories would ever move her the same way again. 

A small sigh escaped her lips when she heard the footsteps of a familiar man walk up behind her.  There was a safety knowing he was here, knowing he’d survived his last trial.  They’d all survived the true trials of men in their time and now they were to pick up the pieces and move on.  As he stood now looking out as well, her body leaned in to rest on his shoulder.

“Ser Clegane. I have one last thing to ask of you.  I know you want to rest--- I believe we could all use a long reprieve from what we’ve been through but I need you.  I need you to stand as the head of my Queen’s Guard.” 

She turned towards him, her hands taking his.  “You were right--- I should have left with you but then I wouldn’t be made of the blood and steel that I am now.  I need that strength to help my people but I need your strength to make sure I can do that.  You may pick whomever you see fit for the rest of the guard but it is you that I trust above all else.”

[mllekaren]

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Meeting Again in the Vale (A Rock Opera) (1904)

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[cleganesurvivor-a]

@houndclegane liked for a starter

it has been so long elinor can barely remember the last time she had seen him. no doubt a time where gregor was far from them, when neither of them had to hide from him, avoid him. 

but he was dead. they told her he was dead.

then again. she was dead too. or so everyone had said, had believed for who would survive gregor clegane bashing in their head twice? servants had seen her flee, afterwards seen the blood on his hands and it was all that had been needed, with his own insintuations, to make everyone believe elinor clegane was dead. but the fragile child had grown strong, surviving against all odds and she has been living in hiding ever since. it was sansa stark who had taken her in this time, providing her and her hound with sanctuary and some temporary peace, keeping her safe from the lannisters who would not hesitate to had her over to that monster of a brother.

“ i... you... you look terrible. ” exactly what one would say to their brother whom they thought dead. “ everyone told me you were dead... it nearly killed me. ” she didn’t want to cry again so soon, she hadn’t cried for years after gregor had nearly crushed her head until they told her of his ( supposed ) death. crying never helped anyone. but it couldn’t be helped, tears couldn’t be stopped from falling, staining her cheeks before she furiously tried to stop them by wiping them away, though they just kept coming, her attempt futile. “ you have to stop making me cry, it is the second time already. ”

[donahontes]

“ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀғᴇ," ʜᴇ ʀᴀsᴘᴇᴅ. "ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ. ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴏʀ ɪ'ᴅ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ." ʜᴇ ʏᴀɴᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss ʜᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ. sʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs, ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ. ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀs sᴀɴᴅᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴀʏ.  “                                               @houndclegane

[professoriisms-archive]

@houndclegane replied to your post “Does anyone know how to download entire screencap galleries?”

if you right-click somewhere on the page (not an image) and click 'save as...' it will save the whole webpage and all images, and then you can go in and delete what you don't need

That doesn’t work for me, since it gave me cropped images and only the first page from here

[snowmcid]

🖋️

Meme || Accepting || @houndclegane

Send 🖋️ for a love letter from my muse to yours.

Sandor,

       It’s strange, to write your name - your real name, and yet I can imagine, with perfect clarity, how you might growl at me. You always seemed to be so angry with me, even when you were trying to be kind. You were kind, in your own way and I’m sorry that I was never able to properly thank you. I’d be dead if not for you. I’d have pushed Joffrey from the walls of the Red Keep, had you not saved me from myself. 

      You saved me during the riots, and again when I had thought to speak so boldly at Joffrey’s name day. You tried to save me again - the night of the Blackwater, when you were drunk and afraid and drenched in blood, still you sought me out - still you kissed me, and there is not a night that passes where I don’t think of how things might have been different, if only I’d left with you. 

      You’ll never see this letter, but I’ll write it and I’ll continue to wonder what became of you. I’ll wonder what’s happened to you, what things you’ve seen and if time has tempered your rage. I don’t pray anymore, but I hope you’re well - I hope you’ve found some happiness away from the capital and I hope to see you again. I hope I get to look you in the eyes and thank you for all you’ve done. 

                        Your Little Bird,

                                       Sansa Stark of Winterfell

[somewantgods]

“it’s bloody cold up here.”

random meme | accepting | @houndclegane“ that it is,” she whispered as she pulled her cloak tighter around her small frame, she should have grabbed her thicker one from her trunk but it was naught but a dream now. walking back would waste time, “do you dream of the south, clegane? is this enough to wish for the warmth there?” she asked him knowing he’d served most of his life under the lannisters - she couldn’t stand the thought of the south; even with the bitter cold biting at her cheeks and nose.

“i think i wish for dorne,” she laughed humorlessly.