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thesphererp2021-02-20 06:34 pm
qelos) wrote in thesphererp2021-02-20 06:34 pm
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Cloaked in love [Ashara memshare #1]
The warmth of the Dornish night, air scented with spices and carrying the distant sound of revelry, drifts in through the open window of Ashara’s chambers. Her revelry, however, is much more private. Intimate. Just Ned, just her, in the privacy of her chambers. And she intends to keep him to herself until they must part. For her beloved must leave once more, to return to Winterfell; it is agonising, being parted from him. Gods, for their betrothal to be official. To know that it is only a matter of time before he is hers, and she is his, forever.
She stands at the window, gazing out over Starfall. Ned comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head on her shoulder as he draws her back against him. “I have something for you, my love,” he murmurs softly in her ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek. At home in his arms, she smiles softly, leaning back into his embrace and reaching up to caress his cheek.
“All I need is you, my wolf,” she replies, teasing. But for the teasing it’s still the truth.
“And you have me. Always.” Her heart leaps at his words. “Which is why I’ve brought you a gift.” He turns her towards him, warm hands cradling her face as he leans down to press a long, lingering kiss to her lips. “So you’ll have a part of me with you on the long nights that we’re apart.”
He pulls away, then, and she cannot help but feel the loss of him, going to one of his packs and drawing from it a large wrapped bundle. He presses it into her hands. “I will always return to you, Ashara. My heart is yours.”
She opens it, slowly, curious... only to have her breath stolen away from her by what she finds within. It is a fur cloak, his cloak, the one he always wears, with the Stark crest embroidered on the fabric over his chest. And the Dayne crest, embroidered by her own hand on the chest as well, right over his heart. At its throat rests a cloak pin; one half of a matched set. A wolf with a purple jewelled eye. She looks up at him with wide violet eyes, stunned beyond measure. He’s giving her his cloak. She knows what cloaks mean to Northerners, knows what part they play in their marriage ceremonies.
“I promise you, my star.” He takes it from her hands, unfurling it and wrapping the cloak around her shoulders. Fastening it with the cloak pin she’d given him, his hands brush the fur now resting at her shoulders and then touch her cheek. “My heart. My love.”
Rising up, she kisses Ned fervently, with all the passion she feels for him, all the love, arms twining around his neck. He grins against her mouth and responds in kind, his other hand settling on her hip. And together they make their way towards her bed.
She stands at the window, gazing out over Starfall. Ned comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head on her shoulder as he draws her back against him. “I have something for you, my love,” he murmurs softly in her ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek. At home in his arms, she smiles softly, leaning back into his embrace and reaching up to caress his cheek.
“All I need is you, my wolf,” she replies, teasing. But for the teasing it’s still the truth.
“And you have me. Always.” Her heart leaps at his words. “Which is why I’ve brought you a gift.” He turns her towards him, warm hands cradling her face as he leans down to press a long, lingering kiss to her lips. “So you’ll have a part of me with you on the long nights that we’re apart.”
He pulls away, then, and she cannot help but feel the loss of him, going to one of his packs and drawing from it a large wrapped bundle. He presses it into her hands. “I will always return to you, Ashara. My heart is yours.”
She opens it, slowly, curious... only to have her breath stolen away from her by what she finds within. It is a fur cloak, his cloak, the one he always wears, with the Stark crest embroidered on the fabric over his chest. And the Dayne crest, embroidered by her own hand on the chest as well, right over his heart. At its throat rests a cloak pin; one half of a matched set. A wolf with a purple jewelled eye. She looks up at him with wide violet eyes, stunned beyond measure. He’s giving her his cloak. She knows what cloaks mean to Northerners, knows what part they play in their marriage ceremonies.
“I promise you, my star.” He takes it from her hands, unfurling it and wrapping the cloak around her shoulders. Fastening it with the cloak pin she’d given him, his hands brush the fur now resting at her shoulders and then touch her cheek. “My heart. My love.”
Rising up, she kisses Ned fervently, with all the passion she feels for him, all the love, arms twining around his neck. He grins against her mouth and responds in kind, his other hand settling on her hip. And together they make their way towards her bed.