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sixthiterationlogs2017-07-01 04:00 am
thekittenqueen) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-07-01 04:00 am
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"Burn Them All!"
WHO: Margaery and Robb
WHERE: Bunglaow #4
WHEN: July 1
OPEN TO: Robb Stark
WARNINGS: Mentions of death, destruction, wildfire, etc.
Margaery's garden had accelerated in growth quickly. Within only a few months, she had blooming roses and an abundance of fruit trees. There was a sweet perfume in the air when she woke each morning, reminiscent to her childhood in High Garden. That world that seemed so distant to her, more like a dream than reality, had become more tangible as each blossom unfolded and filled her senses. She didn't need to search among the brushes and bushes for wild strawberries, ripe and small. All she needed to do was walk into her garden and harvest those that had grown.
It was the cotton though that had her focus that afternoon. Deciding against gloves, Margaery picked the cotton as best as she was able. There were cuts, but nothing worse than her work tilling the fields. Her mind filled with thoughts of the things she could make and weave with cotton, the new fabrics that would be available to them. They were in a different state now when they arrived. So many luxuries were available to them that seemed impossible before. Perhaps if she was fortunate, the observers might send silk worms?
The day was quiet, reminding her of the summer when she first arrived. While the heat was difficult, it was largely ignored. It was too beautiful to spend inside. The blue sky was dazzling and she wanted to stare out over the landscape. She was pushing a curl back from her brow when a familiar rumble rolled beneath her feet.
Her blood went cold as that fleeting warning shifted, breaking into a violent quake. She cried out loudly, instinctively reaching for Loras. STAY WITH ME! The world seemed to turn green before her eyes, that familiar heat and pain present in her mind. Was it fear that made her feel wildfire on her skin or was it bursting beneath her again?
She collapsed to the ground, drawing her knees to her chest as she watched her fruit trees sway wildly. Fruit fell to the ground, some of the peaches bursting, spilling juice across the grass. The sweet smell now mixed with the sickening scent of burnt flesh. She forced her eyes open, refusing to close them and see the images of the Sept bathed in green.
She was trembling after the earthquake passed, mistaking her body's tremors for the shaking of the ground. She was locked in place, rigid and stiff. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest. She wasn't one to faint, but she felt that urge race through her. Gods, not again.
WHERE: Bunglaow #4
WHEN: July 1
OPEN TO: Robb Stark
WARNINGS: Mentions of death, destruction, wildfire, etc.
Margaery's garden had accelerated in growth quickly. Within only a few months, she had blooming roses and an abundance of fruit trees. There was a sweet perfume in the air when she woke each morning, reminiscent to her childhood in High Garden. That world that seemed so distant to her, more like a dream than reality, had become more tangible as each blossom unfolded and filled her senses. She didn't need to search among the brushes and bushes for wild strawberries, ripe and small. All she needed to do was walk into her garden and harvest those that had grown.
It was the cotton though that had her focus that afternoon. Deciding against gloves, Margaery picked the cotton as best as she was able. There were cuts, but nothing worse than her work tilling the fields. Her mind filled with thoughts of the things she could make and weave with cotton, the new fabrics that would be available to them. They were in a different state now when they arrived. So many luxuries were available to them that seemed impossible before. Perhaps if she was fortunate, the observers might send silk worms?
The day was quiet, reminding her of the summer when she first arrived. While the heat was difficult, it was largely ignored. It was too beautiful to spend inside. The blue sky was dazzling and she wanted to stare out over the landscape. She was pushing a curl back from her brow when a familiar rumble rolled beneath her feet.
Her blood went cold as that fleeting warning shifted, breaking into a violent quake. She cried out loudly, instinctively reaching for Loras. STAY WITH ME! The world seemed to turn green before her eyes, that familiar heat and pain present in her mind. Was it fear that made her feel wildfire on her skin or was it bursting beneath her again?
She collapsed to the ground, drawing her knees to her chest as she watched her fruit trees sway wildly. Fruit fell to the ground, some of the peaches bursting, spilling juice across the grass. The sweet smell now mixed with the sickening scent of burnt flesh. She forced her eyes open, refusing to close them and see the images of the Sept bathed in green.
She was trembling after the earthquake passed, mistaking her body's tremors for the shaking of the ground. She was locked in place, rigid and stiff. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest. She wasn't one to faint, but she felt that urge race through her. Gods, not again.
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Even soaked and half-covered in mud, she was beautiful, and it was wonderful to see her laugh again. And on account of himself, even; would wonders never cease?
He pressed another kiss to her mouth, warm and lingering, and then looked her in the eye as he drew away, hands framing her face. "I don't want to hurt you again," he admitted, brow fleetingly pinching. "I'm not— That isn't an excuse, I don't take any of it back. But I'm giving you permission to give me a swift kick if I even come close to hurting you again, all right?"
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The floor was slick beneath her feet, both creating a puddle of water and mud. Gently, she brushed away a stray raindrop with her thumb, her eyes sweeping over him in awe.
"I know." She nodded, clasping the wrists that held her cheeks. "I'm not afraid of that, Robb. We are different people than we were. So long as we are honest with each other. I will try to be understanding to your honor and morals." She took a shaky breath, her heart beating loudly in her chest. Somewhere along the way, her headache was forgotten. "Do you want to start again?"
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"You're shivering," he added, scuffing his hands over her arms. "You need to get out of those wet clothes and into something dry." The linens were still at their feet, and he bent to retrieve them.
"I'm afraid I've made a mess of some of these," he said, the carefully-folded items now tangled, and several of them wet and dirty from what they two had tracked inside. "This one looks decent enough," he added, and held a towel Margaery's way.
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She trailed off, as the pieces started to fall in place. What she had seen on the porch, it wasn't a dream. It was a glimpse into their future. The cloak she would make for him, their tree and the barn she was planning. How...?
The thought and question broke away as he rubbed her arms, holding out the linens for her. She stared down at his hands for a moment, letting her mind process the weight of information. "What about you?" She tugged at his wet shirt for emphasis.
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"And obviously someone will have to go back out into the deluge to check on your cow," he added with a knowing, if fondly beleaguered arch of his eyebrows. "It won't be you. And I've been in worse, I assure you."
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She toed out of her shoes, kicking them towards the dresser. Her body finally stilled as he dried her arms. So long as there were no leaks in the pipes, they both could use the tub and wash away the mud. "Bring back what you need. While you clean up, I'll make us something to eat." She chewed her lower lip thoughtfully. "You are welcome to stay tonight, if you like? We have an empty bedroom or...it eases my mind to know that you are here."
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"You strike a hard bargain, my lady," he allowed, and tipped her chin up again for another slow kiss. "It might take me some time. I ought to check on Jon after your animals, perhaps take a quick walk around the village, make sure no one's been seriously injured. Will you be all right alone?"
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Her fingers brushed over his cheek as she smiled against his lips. "Yes, of course." The quake had been severe, it was likely there were several damaged houses and possible injuries. "I will. I have something to focus on instead." Cooking and cleaning had never been such a relief. Another kiss and another embrace. "Be careful, my love."