She’s probably being ridiculous. Somewhere, deep down, Lexie is entirely aware of this, though not enough to question doing so in the first place. The thing about sex with Alex is that it’s exactly that: sex. No feelings, no strings attached, just a way of having fun. After all she’s been through lately, she deserves this, a chance to feel good
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And it must be said, he did not make an attractive sight. He was an old man, who had five and a half decades of a tough life behind him, and one who had not got used to the excessive cleanliness of modern life. And, as he slept naked save for the two two totems he wore around his neck, a leather pouch and an ivory turtle, his scars were all on show, both the shortened fingers on his left hand and the discolored flesh that marked where each of his limbs had been touched by flames.
And it wasn't until the girl pulled his sheet closer to her that he felt the disturbance and opened his eyes. To see something he wasn't expecting
He blinked once and then forced himself awake, eyes wide. He drew back automatically and then he could only stare at her, completely shocked. Davos realized he should say something, to try and calm the situation, but no words came to mind.
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Though her mouth opened wordlessly, at first, she finally found it in her to speak. Voice quiet, and fairly high-pitched, she asked, "...Where am I?"
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"But 'twas not me who brought you here," he added quickly in as comforting a voice as he could manage. "Nor I do I mean you any harm."
There were obvious conclusions to come to when you wake up naked in a mans bed and he had no wish to deal with her panicking.
He got out of bed, heedless of his own nudity, and tossed her a shirt and a pair of trousers he picked up. He did not have any women's clothing in his hut, of course, but it would do for the time being.
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"Who did, then?" she asked expectantly, the edge in her voice due only to worry. "Bring me here, I mean, because this definitely wasn't where I was a few seconds ago, and things like this, they don't just... happen."
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"I would call it the gods' will," he replied slowly. "Something that you can but endure, not control or understand. 'Tis the Isle of Tabula Rasa, this, and we all arrive here one moment after being elsewhere, though it's not oft..." he paused to pick the right words, a slight smile playing on his lips, as she was an attractive girl after all, "quite like that."
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"What, you mean wearing nothing but a sheet?" she asked with a weak attempt at a smile, said sheet still draped carefully over her waist as she pulled on the pants he had given her. "No offense, but... You know that sounds insane, right? The whole freaky island thing?"
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"Oft about naked girls in beds, too," he added dryly. "I am somewhat glad I don't have to explain this one to my wife."
The truth was, he didn't much care whether she believed him or not, as long as she didn't view him as a threat. She'd find out soon enough that he was right, either way. More important was that she didn't think he wished to take her by force and kicked up a storm about it. Best she thought of him as a harmless married old man instead, for one thing it was largely true.
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He opened the door of his hut, in any case. It was still light outside, if not far from dusk, and the view was enough to add strength to his claims.
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"The name is Davos," he added with a nod of his head.
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"I can point you towards the men in charge here," he added in a more serious tone, "and they'll give you a bed and some food, but no doubt you'll wish to know more first."
He himself would never enter any situation blind if he could help it and he assumed others thought likewise. He expected she'd have some questions for him, in any case.
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She nodded after a moment, head tilting to the side. "I'm... definitely still pretty lost."
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"So," he said, not letting any of his thoughts show on his face, "what do you want to know first?"
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