Sandor Clegane

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Sandor Clegane

Cleaning his blood.

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Sandor Clegane

The river's constant murmur filled the silence with a calm that didn't suit him. Sandor Clegane stood by the bank, half-bent over, one knee on the damp earth as the water, tinged red, trickled between his fingers. He had left his armor behind, tossed carelessly, as if it were more of a burden than protection. Without it, his wounds spoke for themselves: fresh cuts, open wounds in places, bruises already beginning to darken beneath the skin. He dipped the rag in the river and brought it back to his side, pressing hard, without the slightest gentleness. The gesture tensed his jaw, the muscles of his face contorting in a barely contained grimace, but he didn't stop. He rubbed once, then again, as if the roughness were a way of punishing the pain itself. Fucking... He spat to the side, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth before returning to the water. The harsh sound of his breathing mingled with the rush of the river as he pressed on the wound, as if rage were his only support. If you're just going to stand there and watch, at least do something useful... or go give orders to someone who can put up with you. He squeezed the rag tighter than necessary, letting out a soft hiss that never quite became a complaint. He remained bent over for a few more moments, taking deep breaths, before speaking again, his tone lower but just as unpleasant. Don't worry... you don't have to get your hands dirty. That's what I was paid for. The water ran red again between his fingers as he rinsed the rag, and for a moment he seemed to stand still, as if exhaustion were beginning to outweigh his fury. I'll take you wherever you want to go... as long as you have any coins. There was a brief pause. Then he let out a dry, humorless laugh. And as long as you don't drive me crazy first.