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sweetandshortTitle: The Need for Warmth
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Characters: Arya Stark, Sandor (The Hound) Clegane
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 230
Prompt: Fire
Summary: Having a traveling companion changes things. Set not too long after the Red Wedding
Sandor noticed as the Stark girl hugged her cloak a little closer to herself. Damn it all, he thought. If he had been alone, he'd have suffered through the cold as he always had. He wasn't going to snuggle with her through the night. That was out of the question. Rough as he was, there were some lines he wouldn't cross.
They camped for the night and he gathered kindling to start a fire. He wished one of those fanatics that prayed to the bloody Lord of Light would come along and help out. He rubbed two sticks together, determined to get a spark.
“Here,” said the girl, reaching out her hands to him. She took the sticks from him and tossed them down into the pile of kindling.
“How is that supposed to help?” he asked.
In response, she took two small flat rocks from her pocket and began to strike them against each other.
“That's not going to work, girl,” he said.
“You do it your way and I'll do it mine. Or you could just wait and see if mine...” Sparks began to shoot out from the rocks until one caught the dry kindling and started to burn. She leaned back, returning the stones to her pocket.
“You're just full of surprises, aren't you?”
“It's better than being predictable, don't you think?” Arya replied with a smile.
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Characters: Arya Stark, Sandor (The Hound) Clegane
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 230
Prompt: Fire
Summary: Having a traveling companion changes things. Set not too long after the Red Wedding
Sandor noticed as the Stark girl hugged her cloak a little closer to herself. Damn it all, he thought. If he had been alone, he'd have suffered through the cold as he always had. He wasn't going to snuggle with her through the night. That was out of the question. Rough as he was, there were some lines he wouldn't cross.
They camped for the night and he gathered kindling to start a fire. He wished one of those fanatics that prayed to the bloody Lord of Light would come along and help out. He rubbed two sticks together, determined to get a spark.
“Here,” said the girl, reaching out her hands to him. She took the sticks from him and tossed them down into the pile of kindling.
“How is that supposed to help?” he asked.
In response, she took two small flat rocks from her pocket and began to strike them against each other.
“That's not going to work, girl,” he said.
“You do it your way and I'll do it mine. Or you could just wait and see if mine...” Sparks began to shoot out from the rocks until one caught the dry kindling and started to burn. She leaned back, returning the stones to her pocket.
“You're just full of surprises, aren't you?”
“It's better than being predictable, don't you think?” Arya replied with a smile.
