dear_mun | at magicdraft; post may contain spoilers for ASoIaF

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canon: a song of ice and fire

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It is not that I am ungrateful for your attention, my lady, though I cannot share in your renewed enthusiasm. I would have you remember, please, that even away from my lord father - especially then, perhaps - I must be careful to conduct myself as is befitting. I will not give him reason for disappointment, least not when I walk alongside such noble names.

As for - circumstances as they are, it is far better this way. That door may be closed now, as it should be, and so it shall remain.

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[Groose's breath hitches a little in surprise, a flush climbing up his neck. For all his bravado, he's never had a girl wrap her arms around him before and takes a moment to -- appreciate.

She smells nice.

So he blurts out - ] You smell really nice.

[Wait, what?]

Uh! I mean! Wait! [Confused by his shout, the loftwing stumbles a little in the sky before regaining its footing and dropping into a smooth glide.

In a normal tone, Groose chuckles self-consciously.] -- Sorry.

[She barely hears him. She's too focused on keeping her breath steady, on the beat of the bird's wings and the rush of the air - she's so focused on not being terrified that she has to strain to hear.

But she does, of course, and such a compliment said so suddenly would be enough to make her recoil were she not in such a precarious position. Much as the words unsettle her, though, he does not say them as Marillion might have, hands trailing over, and that is a comfort.

She's spared having to answer, however, by the sudden swoop, and though it isn't too great a disruption, it's enough to make her cling tighter, breath caught in her throat. (Alayne stammers a 'thank you', then, perhaps about the compliment but probably about keeping the bird steady.)

She's secure against his back, though, and now the pace is even - smoother than riding a horse, perhaps. She's flying on some strange beast with a stranger - perhaps the wind whipping in her hair has given her a rush of adrenaline, but she decides to chance opening her eyes.

They're not particularly high up (she's seen more daunting views from the windows of the Eyrie) but the scenery sweeps past with a smooth speed that takes a few moments to grow accustomed to. When she does, however, she finds herself admiring it - the floods of colour, the loftwing's bright feathers, the open sky. It is beautiful, and exhilerating - but she's still not entirely content with the whole situation.]

[As much as Groose has been taught humility and how to make a really tasty spicy gumbo by Granny, sometimes old habits creep back in. He can't quite shake his old need for showboating and digs his heels into the bird's side a little, causing the slightest increase in the speed of the glide. Wings flapping with a little more purpose now, he brings them up a little bit further.]

You -- heh, doing alright back there?

[She nods against his back, the newfound speed alarming, but something she can get used to. Alayne Stone is braver than a young highborn lady, after all. After nodding, however, she realises it isn't the most effective way to answer.]

I'm - [but her voice sounds small to her own ears, so she makes effort to speak up] - Yes, my lord. I'm - I'm quite fine.

You're - a very skilled rider.

You bet I am! I trained on Skyloft.

[He pumps a fist into the air, and maybe his pompadour stretches a little straighter with pride.]

I mean, uh.

Thanks.

[She finds herself smiling.]

I am sure it is reason enough to be proud.

Do you want to see the waterfall?

[There's a waterfall now, you know.]

[Turning her gaze from him to their surroundings once again -]

I would like that, my lord.

[He pulls on the reins a little, veering the bird left and over to a flowing falls, hovering in mid-air when they're close enough to feel the water's faint spray.]

It's so lovely. [She says, with a sigh in her voice.] Like Alyssa's Tears in summer.

Alyssa's what?

A waterfall, near my home, my lord, named for an old story. They fall from so high, the water never reaches the valley below.

Really? [He looks over at her, his brow furrowing.] What happens to it?

It's lost to the wind and amidst the mountains, my lord, and trickles to nothing. [Her voice becomes a mite softer.] Long ago, a lady of the Vale was forced to endure the sight of her husband, her brothers, and her children all slain before her eyes. But she swallowed her grief, and would not cry. The gods condemned her to weep until her tears watered the lands of the Vale, and so she weeps still.

That's... really terrible.

[Your story gives him feelings, Alayne. :(]

[Your family all dead and your grief locked up within, that must be terrible indeed.]

It is but an old story, my lord.

Hey, you can... call me Groose, you know.

Would you prefer I do so?

Well - yeah. I mean, I guess so. Sure.

[He's trying to play it cool.

It's not really working.]

Then it would be my pleasure, Groose.

[She's somewhat used to this now, as first names happen to be par for the course in Hogwarts. It's because of this that she tentatively offers - ] You may call me Alayne then, if you wish.

Hey, Alayne... it kinda sounds like Alyssa.

[She smiles.]

Then I shall hope I have no reason to grieve so.

[He rears up the bird's reins, landing them near the top of the waterfall's ridge.]

Wanna get off?

[The landing is smooth, but she still tightens her grip for a moment, tensing - and then when they've stopped, relinquishes her hold and sits primly.]

If you'd like.

[He sets off the bird with a bit of a flourish, but his feet still hit the ground thickly and with a bit of a clamor.]

Can you, uh, get down?

[He is blushing so hard again.]

We could not be stopped. Or - rather - I guess it was them.

I blame them.

Forget them. We have Sansa and Groose now!

Can't I have them too.

... If I say no, which will you choose?

...why do you ask me these things. I GUESS IT WOULD BE...

... Yes? Go on. :)

........the heartbreakers

I wouldn't make you choose. But aw. :D

as if there was really any question :|

[swoon]

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Hi I'm alive

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