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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[draconita]

[ Right at the very back, following the cry of a man and the panicked sobs of a few girls that go off running to the safety of the service rooms.

The woman in question stands calmly, flanked by the men usually guarding the doors to her quarters. The dress she is using tonight has been ruined, the skirt damaged and leaving in sight a garter- most likely to keep hidden the bloodied dagger she's holding at the moment, no doubt used to damage one of the two young men's face. ]

You ought to leave soon. Any more of this and your life will be off my hand.

[ A warning they don't deserve, a last kindness from her part. When at last he sees her, she has turned her back on them, clearly bored with the affair already. But men and their bruised egos don't take lightly to a woman's might.

"Fucking old bitch--"

So it's no wonder the maimed lad gets to his feet, quick and vicious, a broken piece of glass raised in his hand with the intent to attack her back. ]

[darotisentys]

[He reaches the scene just as the man makes to lunge at her, glass in hand. He's on the man in seconds, arms around the patron's neck and twisting brutally. He falls to the floor as Aemond stands above him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He's breathing heavily as he turns, glaring at her guard.]

You cannot even do your fucking job! Take him outside.

[Then he walks to her, inspecting her with his gaze.]

Are you hurt?

[draconita]

[ The loud crack of a neck breaking. By the time her guards have turned, the boy's corpse is already littering the floor, his companion squealing for mercy like a piglet. The madam's amused little smile makes itself seen her her men kneel and beg for apologies until she nods for them to take out the boy and dispose of the corpse.

She puts the dagger back into the garter, walking to him with outstretched hands, a palm pressed against the wild tune of his heartbeat. ]


You have lost weight. And there are bags under your eyes.

[darotisentys]

Are you hurt?

[He repeats, not willing to give up until he has an answer. He doesn't pay attention as the guards remove the body, focussing solely on her. The rest of the people may as well not exist.]

What did he do?

[draconita]

He refused to play nice. And so I scolded him.

[ Her other hand takes his, giving it a little squeeze of reassurance. ]

I am fine. See? Not a scratch on me.

[darotisentys]

[He is immediately relieved, the tension draining from his body. His hand holds hers shakily, as he stands before her now, a tired, simple boy.]

If he had done anything...

[draconita]

He didn't.

[ Her lips, as sweet as her words against his cheek ]

All thanks to you, my sweet one.

[darotisentys]

[He closes his eye, head resting against hers as she leans in. He murmurs in her ear.]

Take me inside.

[draconita]

[ No questions needed. The madam guides him along, away form the bright, suffocating heat of the pleasure room and into the usual quietness of her quarters.

She's holding him as soon as the door closes behind them, her lips soft and soothing on his temple. ]

You came back.

[darotisentys]

[His hands cup her face, gazing into her eyes. He is exhausted and just a little bit haunted.]

I do not feel whole. Make me feel whole.

[draconita]

[ She smiles. Not as the madam nor the whore, but just as Alys, open and warm and just for him, her smaller hands covering his. ]

Everything's alright now. Remember, sweetling? Only good. Nothing can follow you here.

[ She kisses his lips, soft and gentle, sweet-smelling and warm and alive. ]

You've been so good, and so brave. Come to bed with me, my heart. Lay your head on my lap, so I may comfort you.

[darotisentys]

[He nods, allowing her to lead him to the bed. He sits, taking his boots off, before curling up beside her, head in her lap. Just like she said.]

Make it go away.

[He echoes his first visit, asking her to do the impossible. It’s not the killing. It’s that it doesn’t bother him anymore.]

[draconita]

Hush, sweet boy.

[ Deft fingers threading through his hair. Her voice melts into a soft, wordless tune,the melody sweet if a little sad, low and comforting.

Nothing else breaks the quietness of the room. There is only Alys Rivers with her soothing hands, her song, and the ever present scent of fresh green things.

No ghosts, no guilt, no haunting realization. ]

[darotisentys]

[He simply rests there, concentrating on the feel of her hands in his hair. He does not fall asleep.

Time goes by quickly and eventually he raises his head, sitting up beside her.]

[draconita]

[ Her eyes are on him, and will her hand, knuckles caressing his cheek. ]

Have you eaten today?

[darotisentys]

Not since this morning.

[He doesn't feel hungry, though.]

I do not need to eat.

[draconita]

You must certainly do.

[ She brings his face to her, to rest their foreheads together. ]

If you won't let me feed you, then you must take what your servants bring to you.

[darotisentys]

I do not have the time or inclination.

[He's not had much of an appetite since he arrived at Harrenhal.]

What would you feed me?

[draconita]

But your sword arm has a very present need for nourishment regardless of your moods.

[ She still finds it in herself to kiss him, unable to be as harsh as she normally would be with others. ]

Let's see... We had mutton pie today, finely seasoned. A generous side of baked vegetables, and plenty of warm bread to go by. There is fresh butter to indulge in as well, and for dessert... I am not sure, but I think there are baked wine apples still. If not, I'll make some myself for your next visit.

[darotisentys]

I can still swing a sword and climb up on Vhagar's back.

[He's a little surprised by the kiss, but doesn't pull away.]

Perhaps some bread.

[draconita]

Just bread?

[ Oh, how clear her eyes look then, how big. How soft the pout, how pleading the voice. ]

[darotisentys]

Some mutton pie, then.

[draconita]

Thank you, my dragon.

[ Another kiss to his temple before she's out of bed, ringing for a servant to give her instructions.

She takes the chance to lift her leg on a stool, moving aside her ruined skirts to take off the garter and the bloodied dagger, wiping the thing and her skin clean with a cloth. ]

[darotisentys]

[He watches her as she cleans up, eyeing the dagger.]

I do not remember that being there before.

[draconita]

Why would I keep a blade on me waiting for you here?

[ For many, many reasons. But she won't. Wouldn't.

With a smile, she starts to undress herself, reaching into her wardrobe for a rich purple nightgown to change into. ]

Men are getting hungrier. They smell blood running, and that makes them stupid enough to try their luck where they shouldn't