Perfect and Pure and So Insecure (GoT x THG)

12. What everyone else is doing on day 2

**I centered that on one of my three main ships in this story. Here are some other people's points of views on the same day.**

Sansa Stark (age 15), District 5

Theon heads off to practice with the bows. I roll my eyes slightly. I hope he practices some practical skills too. Guys and their weapons...tsk tsk. And Gods, I hope he doesn't try to mess with the guy from Twelve some more. R...his name starts with an R, I think. He seems creepy. I don't trust him.

I turn around and head over to the knot tying stuff. I wouldn't mind talking to the guy from Two again: no matter what Theon says, he seemed nice. Friendly. It didn't seem like it was an act too.

I focus on the rope at hand and try to figure out what I'm supposed to be doing...

Someone sits down next to me, and I jump.

"Pass me a rope, will ya?"

Silently, I do. The guy from Ten grunts a quiet thanks, and we work in silence for a bit.

"I'm Sansa." I say after a moment, my eyes still down.

"Sandor Clegane." he says back. He doesn't seem like a big talker, but...well, the silence is lonely. I search for something else to say.

"Um...you're really good at that." I say, gesturing at the noose he had quickly created out of one short piece of rope. He snorts, shaking his head.

"District 10. I worked with livestock before I was Reaped."

"Oh. Did you rope cattle?" I ask.

"I never said I was a fucking cowboy." he says shortly. I blush.

"Sorry..." I say softly. "I-I mean, you said livestock, so I thought..."

"Calm down, sweetheart. I didn't mean to make you flustered."

I blush more. "U-um, sweetheart?"

"Would you rather me call you something else?" he looks up and I can't help but stare. Half of his face--the half that wasn't facing me--is covered in a huge burn. His eyebrow is gone, and his eye and ear misshapen.

"Maybe...my n-name." I say, still staring. Sandor's eyes harden and he looks quickly away.

"Didn't your mummy ever tell you it was rude to stare?" he snaps coolly. My stomach plummets.

"I never knew my mother." I say. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. It's just--"

"It's just so horrible an' ugly, huh? You just couldn't take your eyes off how grotesque it is?"

"N-no. It just surprised me, s'all." I lower my eyes and go back to my rope. Silence. This time I almost welcome it. But then he sighs.

"...you're doing it wrong." he says quietly. "Here, let me show you."

He takes it with large calloused hands, and slowly to show me, he shows me how to do the knot I was struggling with. Then he hands it back to me.

"Thanks." I say.

"Don't mention it."

"Are...are people usually rude to you...because o-of it?" I ask very softly.

He looks up at me, his good eyebrow raised. "Ruder than you. I've had people scream before. That's apparently how ugly I am."

"I don't think it's ugly." He snorts like he doesn't believe me. "I don't! It's...interesting. Does it hurt?"

"No. I've had it for a long time. Since I was a kid."

A ton of scenarios go through my head--was he in a burning house? Burning car? Are there cars in District 10? Did he rescue someone from a burning building? Was he a hero? I can picture him doing something like that... But he said he was just a kid, so...