#lyarra vc: don't make me come up there buddy cuz i can and will

[caointeag]

Clegane is always a menacing sight, one she's a bit envious of if she's honest. She would not be put aside so easily if she had his size and strength. She would not be trapped in this situation at all if they were switched, had she'd been a man she likely would've been left in Winterfell or been allowed to join the Watch with Jon. She does not want to be here in this miserable place with these odious people. And it's too fucking hot.

She hadn't intended to say it out loud but her anger at everything was mounting and she had spoken. Least it was Clegane who heard, she thought, he cares too little about all this shit to pass it on.

"Oh you're right. No man in his right mind would be scared to see me on the battlefield, but there are other ways to instill fear. And those same men aren't so brave when they're alone in their beds." Perhaps it's saying a bit too much, perhaps she should've found some flaccid response and weaseled her way out. For now she didn't care, it could an anxiety for Tomorrow's Lyarra.

@caointeag ⊹ ❝ Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear. ❞ / lyarra & sandor

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇. of humans who aren't so human. of the old and primal magic that ruins through the veins of old blood. blood such as hers , even. it's all just tales with nothing but words to back them up. he'll believe it when he sees it.

sandor briefly wonders who a girl such as her would want to frighten , anyway. a few figures , he considers. all too LARGE for her own sake. not that it is stopping him. ❝ you? ❞ he scoffs , low and gritty. ❝ something to fear? ❞ he nods. raises an eyebrow. lips curl up into a smirk. ❝ aye , they'll be afraid , girl. afraid of laughing so hard they piss their breeches when you come challenging them to a fight. ❞