Anythingdrabble Challenge 85 - Less than bright outlook

[m_findlow]

Title: Less than bright outlook
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Characters/Pairings: Sandor Clegane, Ser Jorah Mormont, Beric Dondarrion, Tormund Giantsbane, Jon Snow
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: M (Language)
Notes: Written for Challenge 85 - Bright at anythingdrabble
Summary: Hemmed in by the army of the dead, each of them is struggling to keep faith (Spoilers for S7).

Clegane kicked his boot through a drift of snow before casting his gaze out towards the dead things that surrounded them. 'Go fuck yourselves!' he yelled. 'Cunts.'

Ser Jorah quirked an eye at him. 'Feel better now?'

'Loads.' He was about to add further comment when a voice sang out from behind them.

'High in the halls of the kings who are gone,
Jenny would dance with her ghosts.'

Beric Dondarrion's voice rang high and clear.

'The ones she had lost and the ones she had found,
And the ones who had loved her the most.'

Clegane snorted. 'Singing? Trapped out in the middle of fucking nowhere surrounded by an army of dead men and you're singing? Didn't that Red God of yours bring back any of your sense when he resurrected your sorry arse?'

'Just trying to keep up spirits,' Beric replied, unperturbed.

'You got any more bright ideas, Beric? No? Then shut the fuck up.' Clegane tucked his hands under his armpits. 'Why don't you use that flaming sword of yours to keep us all from freezing to death out here?'

'I thought you feared the flames of the one true God.'

Clegane wanted to growl. 'If it comes down to being torn limb from fucking limb by some zombie Wildling or having the last thing I hear before I die be some fucking sermon about how the Lord of Light will preserve our souls, then fuck it, I'd rather die with a sword in my hand and my body on fire. No wonder Thoros was a raging drunk, having to put up with listening to this horseshit all the time.' Clegane grunted out a sound. 'Pity he isn't here now. That body burning, smelling like a nice greasy side of pork. We should've eaten him.' Jon gave him a horrified look and Clegane frowned. 'You're right, he probably would have been a tough old shit to chew on, anyway.'

Tormund shifted next to Jon. 'He's right you know. We could be here for days.'

'We'll freeze before the ice does,' Ser Jorah replied. 'More servants for the Night King's army.'

'And Danaerys will call us all fools for having come up here,' Jon replied. 'And she'd be right.'

'We had to try,' Jorah said. 'Besides the boy might have made it back to Eastwatch.'

Jon shook his head. 'Every man at Eastwatch wouldn't be enough to break through that army. Nor should they dare attempt it.' He stood up, stretching the cold ache from his legs. 'If Gendry makes it, he needs to make sure they position men at every castle along the wall. We can't stop them in open combat. Our only hope is to defend from the Wall and throw them back.'

'I should have fucked the woman with the bright white hair when I had the chance,' Tormund declared.

Ser Jorah bristled. 'That's our queen you're talking about. Your queen,' he reminded him.

Tormund looked puzzled. 'Queen? Fuck that. I meant the big woman!'

Comments

[reinadefuego.livejournal.com]

I just wanted to say I love this. You nail Sandor's voice, and Jorah assuming Tormund means Dany is kinda hilarious. This is exactly the kind of scene that should've been in the show.

[m-findlow.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I love Clegane, he's such a fun character to write because he's allowed to say what everyone else is thinking.