( And then comes the record scratch — you know, if they had records. He nearly chokes on his drink again, but doesn't. Instead, he lowers it very slowly, very deliberately, back down onto the table. Something dangerous, something unpleasant, radiates from his controlled movements.
Littlefinger took her to the fucking Boltons? Sansa fucking Stark, to marry a Bolton bastard? As if being paired off with the dwarf weren't fucking bad enough; he knows about Roose. Knows about that creepy little fucker of a son he's got, too. Heard some stories. Shit that would make a grown man piss himself.
He took as he pleased.
Clegane bites the inside of his cheek hard enough that he tastes blood. Tastes copper, tastes anger, and he's not sure if it's directed at her, or himself, or the Lannisters, or the Boltons. He levels her with a look, hard, unrelenting. )
You should have come with me.
( Wouldn't be a man alive that could come within sword's reach of her legs without having his cock kindly removed first, he could've seen to that. If she'd let him.
And then, after a beat, more firmly: )
You'll come with me now. After this. When we leave this place.
( It's not a question, except that it is. At the end of the day, it's still her choice. He won't force her, but — for fuck's sake, girl. )
cw: some really awful genre-consistent narrative about SA & violence
Littlefinger took her to the fucking Boltons? Sansa fucking Stark, to marry a Bolton bastard? As if being paired off with the dwarf weren't fucking bad enough; he knows about Roose. Knows about that creepy little fucker of a son he's got, too. Heard some stories. Shit that would make a grown man piss himself.
He took as he pleased.
Clegane bites the inside of his cheek hard enough that he tastes blood. Tastes copper, tastes anger, and he's not sure if it's directed at her, or himself, or the Lannisters, or the Boltons. He levels her with a look, hard, unrelenting. )
You should have come with me.
( Wouldn't be a man alive that could come within sword's reach of her legs without having his cock kindly removed first, he could've seen to that. If she'd let him.
And then, after a beat, more firmly: )
You'll come with me now. After this. When we leave this place.
( It's not a question, except that it is. At the end of the day, it's still her choice. He won't force her, but — for fuck's sake, girl. )