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]

[ 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

[darotisentys]

Protection? Should I speak to my men about this?

[He joins her, taking some of the fabric of her nightgown in his fingers to feel the softness of it.]

Is this necessary?

[draconita]

I thank you, sweetness, but you have enough in your hands already. We can defend ourselves just fine, for now.

[ An amused smile, the playful tap of her finger on his
nose. ]

You tell me.

[darotisentys]

I meant are they part of the problem? If so, I will reinforce the rules to them.

[He offers a slight smile]

You can always put it on later if you need it.

[draconita]

Goodness, no. They are comically well-behaved, I assure you.

[ She gives him a look, but she is smiling as well. ]

You are so eager to be spoiled, you cheeky thing.

[darotisentys]

Good. I may commend them for it instead.

[He makes to toss the garment aside.]

I want to feel you, not some flimsy gown.

[draconita]

You already have me at your mercy, my prince.

[ Ans how obediently she moves into his arms, soft and warm and alive.]

It has been a few days, so I suppose I shouldn't tease you so much.

[darotisentys]

[He pulls her in against him, hands splaying over her back. He leans in to nuzzle at her cheek almost playfully.]

Did you miss me?

[draconita]

I did. But you're here now.

[ Ah, that makes her smile, laughing softly. ]

I no longer need to be sad.

[darotisentys]

I do not believe you were sad. Regardless, I am here now. And I would like to go back to bed.

[draconita]

You are a wicked, mean thing. Did you know that?

[ But she is nudging him towards the bed all the same. ]