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wokethedragon

the heat clenses

Jul 10, 2006 19:49

Daenerys was keenly aware that she was filthy. It had been weeks since she'd had a proper hot bath. She had overheard, just once, that there were hot springs in the caves, and after getting over her initial wariness of going into a dark and unknown place, it was really not as bad as she thought it might be ( Read more... )

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starkrose July 11 2006, 01:15:02 UTC

It did not take Lyanna long to stride forward out of the shadows of the cave and into what faint light there was around the hot springs. There were no men here, and as such, no need for fabricated modesty.

"I've not seen you in some time, Dany," she announced, her voice echoing slightly while her feet carried her around the rocky ledge of Dany's chosen pool. Sweeping long waves of dark hair over the back of a shoulder, Lyanna offered a faint smile before beginning to shed her dress.

No, she did not ask to share Dany's pool. But as she hiked the gown up to reveal her thighs, it became clear that she meant to.

wokethedragon July 11 2006, 01:30:59 UTC

Dany never expected Lyanna to ask for anything ever...at all. She wasn't entirely surprised when the she-wolf began to disrobe. What did surprise her though, was the way she was drinking in Lyanna's body with her eyes.

"Since before everyone turned into children, yes. I apologise, my lady, for being scarce. It is not often that I am near your home anyway."

She found herself not minding that too much, to be honest. Dany was of a mind that Lyanna had to be taken in small doses at first. She was an...aquired taste.

"Have you been well?"

starkrose July 11 2006, 01:56:56 UTC

Lyanna turned into profile to drape Sansa's gown over a bit of rock jutting out from the cave wall, a shard of light catching the curve of a her creamy hip and the willowy arch of her back. Wild black hair spilled down both sides of her face, the ends curving around her breasts, skewing the view of the small curves when she turned to ease first a foot, then her entire right calve, into the water ( ... )

wokethedragon July 11 2006, 02:05:08 UTC

Dany broke the gaze once Lyanna's eyes opened to meet hers. She was beautiful, and for the first time since their last interaction, she was very aware of exactly what she wanted from Lyanna.

"I...I have been well. I have my Knight and I suppose that should be enough, but."

But what?

She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. "But the dragon has three heads. I heard my brother say that once. He looked right at me when he did, as if he were speaking to my very soul."

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ravenborn July 11 2006, 01:43:24 UTC

Raif had had a similar wariness of going into a dark and unknown place - the last such he had entered had been in the Fortress of Gray Ice, and had covered a fault where the Shatan Maer had tried to force it's way through - but there was no such problem here. No Blind. No faults to give way.

No war. No shadows darker than night ahead, that only a Reach could fight.

Just a cave, such as his sister Effie would have explored. She would have loved this; Raif had on several occasions stood and waited while she spent an entire afternoon poking around in crevices no bigger than his torso, so he could only imagine her glee on finding an expanse such as this ( ... )

wokethedragon July 11 2006, 01:57:04 UTC

Dany's eyes opened rather more quickly than she intended them to. Light filtered in through cracks in the rocks and she could barely make out his form not too far away from her.

She could make out the cut of his muscles, shadows where battle had left its marks. He wasn't thin and quick like Galahad was. He was broad and so very much like Drogo in that manner, it hurt.

"No," she said quietly. "It's quite alright, Raif." Her words were soft and almost inviting. "It is not a place to claim as mine own. If you wish to join me...I would not deny you."

ravenborn July 11 2006, 02:12:23 UTC

Raif looked back at her then, forcing himself to see only her face, to look her in the eyes.

Even then, it took effort not to betray himself in some way, to keep thoughts of what her hair would feel like under his hand away.

Her eyes were different to Ash's; hers had been grey, and then Sull blue after she Reached. Daenery's were violet, a colour he'd never seen before. It helped him remember he was looking at a real woman, not a remembered figure from his past.

Knowing this didn't help cool his blood any. She was a real woman, with beguiling eyes and steel beneath her skin, and this was probably a bad idea. He didn't know if he'd be able to control himself ( ... )

wokethedragon July 11 2006, 02:34:00 UTC

Daenerys couldn't seem to tear her eyes from him. He couldn't possibly be much older than she was, which was saying something given her interest in significantly older men these days.

She could nearly reach out and touch him with her foot if she wanted to. No...no she couldn't. She was a woman grown of six and ten, flowered, widowed, and practically sworn to another man. But on the other hand, she was a Queen here as much as she had been in Westeros, and...

And the dragon has three heads.

She smiled softly and pushed her hair behind her shoulders. "I wish I had known this place was here sooner," she ventured. "I've missed hot baths immensely."

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