Brothel AU for draconita

[darotisentys]

[It's only been a day, but he is anxious to get back to her. He won't say he's desperate to go to the brothel, because that's not the case. He would want her no matter where he found her.

The brothel is it, however, and once he's gathered with his men and orders given for the day, meals taken and a bath, he manages to sneak out once more and go to where he knows he'll find her.

His Alys.

He doesn't take his time. He's at the door as soon as he can and enters as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw a scene. He doesn't stop until he's found her.]

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[darotisentys]

Yourself in general. You are an enigma.

[One he intends to figure out? Maybe. But not tonight.

He likes this part, her hand in his hair. He snuggles in closer.]

[draconita]

As women often are.

[ She smiles, ignoring the part of herself that may feel just as comfortable as the boy does as she gives his scalp slow, gentle scratches, her other hand drawing soothing patterns over the skin of his back. ]

[darotisentys]

Indeed.

[His mother and sister certainly are. But Alys is one above and beyond all that.]

You will stay here now? As Maester?

[draconita]

... You would never be able to guess how long it's been since I last set foot on this place.

[ Her words, unusually quiet. A faraway look to her that he does not get to see; is this the correct path to follow? The madam can't tell.

But Alys Rivers... ]

I'll stay with you, and care for your men.

[darotisentys]

Quite some time, then.

[She's thinking it over, he can tell. It is a big ask that he makes of her, to abandon her current life for another one.]

Thank you.

[draconita]

And then some.

[ Her lips over the crown of his head, her embrace tender. ]

I'll have to go back to town to deal with the proper arrangements. If I were to delay, you must promise me you won't neglect yourself.

[darotisentys]

[He cannot and will not make any promises.]

I will do my best.

[draconita]

The servants will tell me if you don't.

[ Fingers, running up his spine. The light pull of her fingers on his hair. ]

[darotisentys]

[He makes a disgruntled noise.]

They are loyal to you, now, are they?

[draconita]

Acts of service are a swift mean to gain loyalty.

[ A little tease then, a little smile. ]

Jealous?

[darotisentys]

I am still their lord. They take their orders from me, as now do you.

[He looks at her, serious.]

If you cannot respect that, then do not stay.

[draconita]

No one is questioning your authority, sweetling. They fear you, obey you– they do not love you, but it is not their love that you need, is it?

[ Soothing hands come to caress his cheeks, her voice a pacifying whisper. ]

So quick to anger, to mistrust.

[darotisentys]

I merely seek to keep what order I have in place. I will not be undermined by anyone.

[He'll leave the question of love out of it.]

[draconita]

I am not undermining you.

[ Carefully, she rolls them over, so he's the one laying on his back while she rests comfortably on his chest. ]

I am caring for you.

[darotisentys]

[A hand reaches up to tangle in her hair.]

You are caring for all of us.

[draconita]

[ She stares at him, for a moment, her face an unreadable mask. But soon she is leaning down, catching his lips for a long, measured kiss. ]

... Would you believe me now, if I said I missed you?

[darotisentys]

I might.

[His free hand caresses her cheek.]

But why would you?

[draconita]

Seldom does the heart supply its reasons. But I suppose...

[ She turns her face to kiss his palm, nuzzle into it. ]

... This may be reason enough.

[darotisentys]

Have you come to care about me, more than for my health?

[He sounds a little bit amused.]

[draconita]

Your health is, for now, my utmost priority.

[ Cheeky thing. ]

But if a mewling kitty comes stumbling to your lap, would you not be endeared by it?

[darotisentys]

[He sits up, leaning on his elbows, likely disturbing her rest.]

A mewling kitten?

[draconita]

Yes. An adorable, lovable little thing.

[ She was quite comfortable, it's true. But still seems quite unfazed.]

Soft. Sweet.

[darotisentys]

[He just looks at her.]

Is that how you see me?

[draconita]

[ Gods be good, but he is a trial. Taking a deep breath, she cups his face, thumbs nudging his jaws. ]

Unclench. I can practically hear you grind your teeth.

[ She lets go, only to smooth over his brow with a finger. ]

It is not a bad thing, you know? It is how women are. I do not mean to say you are weak - no one in their right mind would dare to make such a claim, I think. But just as I desire you as a man, I also find you to be endearing and adorable and very much to my taste.

[darotisentys]

[He is a pain. It's a wonder she wants him.

He attempts to relax, because she's right, but he sighs once more.]

Adorable is how one characterizes children.