Snowflake aka Crispin

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Need you around | Arya&Snow

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slavearya‌:

Despite all the pain that Snow had put her through, Arya still knew there was a resemblance of a kind man inside of him. Something that she saw from time to time in the way he was around her. The way he treated her outside of the experiments, for the most part, had been good. Especially in the last couple of weeks before he unclaimed her. It was almost unheard of–slaves going back to the Chateau after they’d been claimed because most ended up dead if their Masters got sick of them. Snow was different though. He actually sounded like he truthfully had cared about her. That he still did. No Master as far as she knew ever spoke about missing their slave. It signaled to her that there was more going on. And yet, there was still such a clear distinction in the roles each of them were to play. He was the Master and she was the slave. To expect anything but that would be setting herself up to disappointment. Truthfully, Arya did miss the comforts of living with him. The bed and the meals, the good clothes and the traveling. And at times, his company. When he was in a good mood, he could be absolutely charming. But there was still a side of her that was fearful, wanting to please him the best she could to keep him from changing his mind about the experiments. “I did miss living here with you,” She told him, being honest, even if there was a large part of her that was terrified of him still. Arya could tell that he honestly felt sorry for the experiments, that she had been put through those horrific tests and it made her feel a sense of compassion towards him. “I appreciate the apology, Sir,” was all that Arya could think to say in return to him. Following him into the open space between the kitchen and dining room, the smell of the meal got stronger and she could feel her stomach growling, looking forward to getting to enjoy it. “Thank you, Sir,” She offered, carrying her glass of wine over to the chair she usually sat in at the table, setting it down next to the plate. “That sounds nice. I know how you like getting to attend those conferences and seminars,” Arya commented, “My favorite one was the one we went to last spring at that place by the ocean. It was so beautiful there.”

The stark difference to waking up with someone in the morning, to waking up in a cold, empty bed was glaring. The first few weeks the dragon had hardly managed to sleep, finding it so unsettling not to have her frame beside him. Of course there had been periods when she was his when they had not slept in the same bed. Periods prior to when he had begun to experiment on more of a personal level, curiosity winning out as he wanted to see what it was like, to be the one mostly in control in bed. To be the one not bound or forced or controlled, but switch to the role of the dominant. He was sure that had been a turning point in their relationship, when he took an interest in her sex drive and her sexual needs. Not to mention when he fell back into old patterns, leaving her in charge in the bedroom. That had not happened too often, but trice or so if he remembered correctly. How much she ought to have learned about him then. How much he had revealed to her in those moments.. “If that were to become possible again..” the he hastened to add: “without the experiments!” his jaw tensing up a bit. “Would you consider it?” Why was he asking? Perhaps because he did not want to force her into another claim.. perhaps because he hoped she one day might not feel terror at the idea. He did not have to ask of course. The laws gave him all the rights and her none. If he wanted her back, he could simply deliver a form and pick her up the next morning. “Like I said, its the least I can do.” He said quietly in response to her, sure he would always feel as if he couldn’t do or say enough to make up for it all. Snow did smile softly a her, a bit appeased by how she placed her glass where she usually sat, not seeming put to unease by the thought of dining with him. He wanted much more of course. God he wanted to worship her body and make her feel better than no male ever had before. He wanted to show her how sorry he was. But he would have to wait. Calmly but meticulously he served up to plates, placing both on the table before he too brought his wine over. Waving to the chair, he was waiting for her to sit down before he did so himself. “Sometimes getting out of the city can be a wonderful distraction.” He thought for a moment, needing one to recall the French costal town she was referring to. It had been most romantic there, apart from the fact that the scenery, like she clearly remembered, had been breathtaking. “Saint-Malo. I remember, you even convinced me to go swimming.” He replied, chuckling a bit at the memory. 

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Deep down he knew his actions were unforgivable. And a year ago he wouldn’t have given a rats ass. In truth he would have entirely dismissed such a thought. As a slave she had no rights, no laws to protect her or deem what could or could not be done to her illegal or horrifying enough for anyone to turn their nose up at. A year ago she was just a slave, a very alluring, gorgeous and at the time, talented slave he had cherished and been glad to possess. But he had also been in a deep pit of denial back then. Refusing to acknowledge how his feelings were acting up around her. How every experiment left him sleep deprived and skittish, often forced to go days without looking her in the eyes. Those last six months he had barely done more than two of them, because he had found it painful to put her trough it. Found it heart wrenching to watch her eyes tear up, her panic swell, hear her cry or scream. Perhaps worse than that had been the way she looked at him afterwards, and how those looks made him feel. No he could never repeat any of it. Managing a flimsy nod his eyes had dropped to his rather idle hands, the one folded in his lap as they drove. The dragon wavered where he sat, not sure if he should be holding her hand in his own. Not to mention that keeping his hands to himself now was probably wise, as he would find it such a struggle as the evening progressed. Still he couldn’t let go. “We’ll do anything you like. Anything.” he said with a nod, his own smile remaining gentle, heart soaring a little at her returning smile. “Yes.. ahm is that odd? You know the club scene isn’t one I’m too practiced at and while I’m sure the food and entertainment will be excellent, no its not what what this evening is about for me.” He answered honestly, looking up from their intertwined hands, to her lovely face. When the car came to a halt in front of the club, Snow nodded for Arya to exit first, as the curb and entrance was on her side of the car. 

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Need you around | Arya&Snow

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slavearya‌:

The struggle for Arya was how to settle the different feelings she had towards the Master. While mostly it was terror and fear she felt towards him, there was also something about him that made her feel cared about. Because as cruel and hot-headed he could be, he also could really be kind towards her and make her feel special. It seemed as though he most of the time wasn’t sure how to feel towards her either, because he could so easily bounce back and forth. And so Arya was always on edge around him. Though she appeared stoic in nature, she really was battling her nerve on the inside. When he called her out on lying about her wanting to be there, she instinctively shook her head, not wanting to give him a reason to snap. “I’m not…” Arya began, truthfully unsure on whether she was unhappy or not to see him. With him, she never to knew what to expect, but ironically, she believed she had seen the worst any slave might be able to be put through without completely losing their life, and so she knew how bad it could be with Snow. With someone she didn’t know, she had no idea what they were capable of doing to her. At least with Snow, she knew the worst she was facing. As he promised not to do any more experiments, Arya wasn’t sure if she believed him. But he seemed to be very sincere. Unless this was an experiment in of itself, she wanted to trust that they were over. “It’s fine…It was your right as a Master, Sir,” She didn’t want him to think she thought he owed her anything or that she had forgotten her place as a slave. Smelling her favorite foods cooking, her mouth nearly watered. It had been far too long since she had a proper meal, not to mention one that she actually enjoyed. “That’s sounds great and it smells even better, Sir…Thank you,” She took the glass of wine from him, taking a sip from it and then held the glass in front of her. “Have you been traveling lately…or just here in the city?”

Snow had this flicker of hope that the goodness he had managed to show her, the sides to himself that were not horrible, selfish and somewhat mad, would also be remembered. That even in her time away, she had not been able to categorize him as some foul monster who had only put her trough hell. He had, for sure put her trough more than one hell, but he had also made sure she experienced life around her, was exposed to fun, to pleasure and good food. He didn’t for a second think any of it made up for the experiments, but he hoped she still believed there was good inside of him. Because if she did not believe.. then he hardly knew how to trust in it himself. Had he lost his soul to becoming the obsessed, madd hounded scientist? Had those actions, that person he’d had to become in order to see it all trough, erased the man he had been before? He still did not know. But he had hope. “No? You can be honest with me. I promise I won’t lash out if I can’t keep my temper in check..” He said, aware that each promise he made, he had to stick to in order for her to someday believe he too was telling the truth. He could see it in her eyes when what followed was silence. The uncertainty, the doubt. His words held no meaning because they had to be proved first. But if that was what it took, then he would do so. “It was, that is true, but they were still horrible, inhuman acts and I do regret every second that I put you trough.. It was selfish and part of a crazed quest.” There was sorrow in his voice. Trying to regain some of his composure, Snow found a small smile, pleased to hear that she was excited by the meal and hungry enough to want to eat. “Its the least I could do.. besides I’ve ahm.. missed you. Its not been the same without you here.” He took a sip of his own wineglass, before gesturing for her to follow him into the dining room slash kitchen. He had decided on an open floor plan when he moved in with her those few years back. “I’ve been traveling a bit. Nothing major, a few conferences and holding a couple of seminars in other cities. Its always productive to share knowledge with others.” 

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slavearya‌:

As hard as he was to read, Arya could tell he was perplexed by her as well. With her always keeping her emotions so in check all of the time, ferried of showing them and opening up that can of worms, she knew it had to be difficult for him to try to understand what she was thinking or feeling most of the time. Though, she was certain he could tell she feared him. Any person in their right mind would after all he had put her through. And she didn’t know what his plan was with the new way he’d been treating her. Most of her believed it was just a matter of wanting a companion and he didn’t want to waste time having to train another slave. When he smiled at her like that, it lightened his features and made him even more attractive to her. It reminded her that there was a sweet side to him that she did like, even if she was terrified of him most of the time. “I won’t, Sir. I won’t hold it against you,” She spoke lighter than before, calmer now as they were headed towards the car and out of the building, looking forward to the party. Knowing that she was his tonight meant that she had protection from the other Masters or Mistresses doing anything to her and she hoped that she could manage to keep Snow in a good mood so that the evening would be enjoyable for both of them. With one hand holding his arm, the other lifted the skirt just enough so it wouldn’t drag on the ground outside, wanting to protect the dress the best she could. “Dancing, I suppose,” She answered his question, thinking of all the balls from the fairytales she read as a child and how she always dreamed of being a princess at one of them. Though tonight was not going to be that sort of event, she was hoping she could get a few dances in. “What about you, Sir?”

Despite all the time he’d had with her, all those hours spent observing and testing her, Snow found that she was still a mystery to him. Her body and her species might be all puzzled out in his mind, ranging from pain levels to the quite opposite, pleasure levels, as well as how long she could stay coherent or how long it would take before she gave away to screams. Just thinking about it made him cringe and berate himself for having thought of it in the first place. “Thank you Arya.” He said quietly with a smaller, though still warm smile. She was the one being big hearted here, treating him with kindness and patience after all he had done to her and with her. The party tonight would probably drag out, but he was hoping that getting some clues on what she might want to do would make it less strained and possibly more fun for the both of them. He was only relieved that Arya had wanted a costume he could so easily couple with such as the one he was wearing. The dragon had never been all that into body paint and while he could get very scientific and excited about fake cuts and sores you could use make up to create, he preferred to steer clear of those kinds of costumes. He walked them calmly to the car, noticing how she was holding up her dress and not wanting to rush her. Once in the car Snow absentmindedly intertwined his fingers with Arya’s, stroking his thumb over the top of her hand. “We’ll dance a lot, as much as you like.” he promised, aware that it might not be as regal as the costumes they were wearing, but he thought he could at least bribe the DJ to play one or two ballroom songs. “Being given the chance to spend time with you.” he replied honestly, shifting his gaze back to her where she sat. For several moments he had done a conscious effort not to stare like he was constantly compelled to. 

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primxnxproper‌:

Catching her breath after the initial cough inducing burn of the vodka, Evolet managed to fight back the wince that had forced it’d way through when the taste had first hit her tongue. It was not her first shot of the night, but it seemed that most were spread out enough that she was managing to keep any sort of tipsiness at bay, sneaking to the kitchen to steal sips of water every time she changed her tray or her bottle. “It’s a pleasure, Master Crispin, I do hope that you are enjoying the festivities. You’re the Master that arrived with Arya, yes? Her costume is extremely beautiful, I know antique fabrics when I see them. It is an original piece from the time, if I’m correct. I must say it does suit her very well. She reminds me of the stories I read as a child about Mary Queen of Scots.” 

The girls cough warned him that taking shots was not among her usual activities and that he might refrain from encouraging her to take another. Lest she wanted water or soda, he decided to not offer her anything else. Where he stood he was sure her time would be better spent with others, and yet he very much welcomed the distraction and chance to speak to someone besides his date or his own mind. He had yet to figure out how to tell Arya what was really going on with him. He had a hunch she wouldn’t believe him. “Yes, I am for sure. And I am, she was graceful and kind enough to accept when I asked her to come.” He smiled with genuine warmth. “Oh she is absolutely stunning tonight. Is it really? Fabrics and fashion is not my forte but if you say so I believe you. Ah yes, the infamous queen who never ruled properly.” 

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Raph hadn’t expected someone to come to the rescue, mostly. Awkwardly juggling the tray and the three now empty glasses, she gingerly took the handkerchief. A small part of her expected that maybe this was part of the joke but he seemed genuine enough. The slave could only really use it to mop up the skin that showed but it was something, at least. “Thank you. Um, no I don’t Sir. Not – not another costume, at least.” Oh no, what did she do with the handkerchief now? “But I think it will be okay.. I mean, once it dries it should be fine, Sir.” Maybe slightly sticky but she didn’t want to be the one who made waves.

Snow watched her intently, fully aware that his small hanker chief would not do much of a difference, though wishing he knew how to help her beyond mopping up the liquid on her skin or drying her dress a bit. Perhaps one ought to speak to the owner right away, have this mess sorted out so that the slave did not have to walk around, sticky and in wet clothes for the rest of the evening. She might catch a cold if she did. “Well there should be something you can borrow and something more than my ahm.. I suppose its not much help, the hanker chief.” he said, realizing how silly it might look. “Won’t you get cold walking around in wet clothes? Colds are so easy to attract these days.” 

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3 drinks left for this tray and then she would collect some of the empties before reloading. Even with all the noise around her, she was bored out of her brain by handing out drinks. Seraphina had spotted a few familiar faces and was trying to make her way to one of them but it was a little difficult when she kept getting paused and turned around for various reasons. At least there hadn’t been too much groping. She was carefully making her way through the crowd when someone knocked her tray – sending all three drinks right down her cleavage. Shivering as the liquid streamed down, soaking into her dress, Raph took a deep breath and at least managed to catch the glasses. Unsure of who had bumped her, she decided the safest thing to do was apologise. “I’m so sorry,” She rushed out, privately glad that at least her costume was black and that she hadn’t spilled anything on anyone else.

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Snowflake had watched in quiet horror as one of the passing masters knocked a tray from a slave girls hands. With his perfect sight it was as if watching it all in slow motion, cringing as he noted the liquid would spill all over the poor girl. And while he normally would have rushed over trying to avoid the catastrophe, Snow was not near enough to reach the girl in time. Regardless he hurried over, having been propped against the wall, waiting for his date to emerge from the bathroom. “That was not by any means your fault.” he said to the girl, shooting the back of the master a dirty look as he pulled a hanker chief out of his pocket and handed it to her. “Do you have a change of clothes with you? If not I am sure the owner would be able to lend you something. And give an opportunity for you to shower.” He would personally track down the owner himself if that would make a difference. 

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slavearya‌:

Though Arya knew more about the dragon than she assumed most did, she still knew that it only scratched the surface of what really had made him the way that he was now. And while early into the claim she had just though of him a monster, over the years, she had come to see there was kindness in him. But perhaps it was far too little, far too late for her. Because the trauma of all the experiments, no matter what the reason for them were, still haunted Arya. He could be kind and gentle with her, doting upon her with gifts and a beautiful dress like the one she was wearing now, and still she was certain that it would not change the way she felt or wipe those memories from her mind. And she still didn’t trust that it was over. He would swear it up and down, but she wasn’t going to let her guard down without being one-hundred percent certain that he wouldn’t put her through them again. Though if he wasn’t, Arya couldn’t help but wonder why. What had changed in these short months that had made him want to stop performing them on her? Her face might have been stoic, but her mind was not as it ran through all these thoughts in the quiet while he finished lacing up her dress. Facing him now, she let a small smile come onto her face when he complimented her, glancing down at the ground for a moment before lifting her gaze back up to look at him. “Thank you…Yes, I am, Sir,” With a nod, she glanced in the mirror one more time before she turned to exit the room with him, taking his arm with her’s, unaware of how tempted he was by her at the moment.

Snow was well aware that he was a complex individual with many layers and many explanations as to why he was the way he was. He had shared a great deal with Arya, but he had of course also kept things from her. Kept things to himself that he was reluctant to share with anyone. Now however he was considering doing just that, sharing more with her, because he couldn’t control himself. Because he didn’t know how to avoid it. The urge, the want, the need was there, all the time. But the brutal truth was that after everything he had put her trough, he wasn’t certain any explanation or truth would erase the fear from her mind, or make her feel as if he was someone she could trust. He would have to earn that, slowly but surely. And while that might take some time, might require that he communicated a lot more openly than he was used to, he would give it his best shot. That small smile of hers was heartwarming, causing him to smile back instinctively. It was as if his compliment even made her a little shy, which was promising indeed. “Please don’t think ill of me if I stare at you for too long tonight. I’ll be having a hard time keeping my hands to myself.” he said ruefully, hoping she wouldn’t mind it too much if he wasn’t able to reign himself in. “Off we go then.” Snow led her out of the room and down to the car set to take them to Nebula. The entire way the male tried to ignore the faint pressure of her arm on his, mostly to no avail. Once in the car, he drummed his fingers on his knee, a restless habit of his. “What are you looking forward to the most tonight Arya?” He was curious, but also hoping to fulfill and meet her expectations. 

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primxnxproper‌:

Waiting as he took his shot, Evolet wouldn’t step away until dismissed, as much out of protocol as because she was well aware of the alcohol tolerance of most Supernaturals. They tended to want more than one. His smile was pleasant and his demeanour non-threatening which she appreciated, though no working in her element she was so much more at ease than she had been just sitting in the cells. Brows lifting high at his offer, Evolet chewed on her lip for a moment, though she was well aware that she couldn’t turn it down. It had been some time since she’d taken the one that the other Mistress had given her. Taking another glass, Evolet poured a very small shot in it, and then refilled his with a perfect ounce. “Thank you, Sir. That’s very thoughtful of you. I’m Evolet Lancaster, at your service. It has been some time since I’ve gotten to be a part of an event such as this, and I am very much enjoying myself. Cheers, Sir?”

Snow felt a little lighter just by the consummation of the shot. He always found alcohol had a profound effect on jittery nerves. Which in turn explained why humans had developed pills such as valium or xanax. They were all valid when in need for something to ease anxiety. As it were, with his different indigestive system as a dragon, such drugs had little effect. But alcohol entered the bloodstream directly, and thus it was the best solution. He watched, a little curiously as to whether or not she would do as prompted, while she filled the glasses. Snow smiled, his eyes glinting with a certain mirth as she did take the shot she had poured for herself. He was quick to down his second, letting out a small sigh as he had done so. “You’re very welcome. Ah, nice to meet you Miss Lancaster. I’m Crispin. Glad to hear you are enjoying the festivities. Clearly no expense has been spared on this.” Nodding at her with that very same smile, he took the liberty of pouring himself a third, raising the shot. “Cheers Evolet.” 

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primxnxproper‌:

Giving a little start as she turned to face forward and found a gentleman in her path, Evolet let out a whoosh of air on the back of a nervous chuckle. “Oh, Sir, you nearly scared the heart from chest.” Returning his smile with one of her own, large hazel eye dropped to the bottle in her hand. “Of course, Sir!” Dipping into her signature little curtsy the small woman nodded her head and retrieved a cup from a passing tray. Holding it out to him, she lifted the bottle and tipped it over to pour a perfect single shot at the bottom. “Is that enough, Sir, or would you like some more?”

The woman seemed startled, and her response said as much. Crispin was quick to look apologetic despite her chuckle. “I am so sorry miss, that was not my intention.” he replied, quick to turn contrite when at fault. Her wording was a nod to an older time than this one, making the dragon wonder how a young human female had acquired such a spoken language. Perhaps she’d been taught or raised by someone far older than herself. He smiled and took the cup she was holding out for him to take, watching her pour. He should of course get something for his date as well, though once the liquor was poured he downed the shot in one go. The alcohol was likely to still his nerves and flaring desire. Hopefully. Possibly. If he was real unfortunate, the liquid would have the opposite effect. “I would definitely like some more. And why don’t you pour one for yourself as well?” he suggested in a warm tone, grateful for her fine manners and positive attitude. Besides she had full lips and brown hair just like Arya. Albeit her hair was lighter and her face was rounder, but they shared the same petite body frame and height. “What’s your name miss?” 

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slavearya‌:

Though Arya was glad to have a date and not find herself serving at the party tonight, there were still some nerves that came any time she was around Snow. He did seem a little different, as he promised no more experiments to her, but the raven haired girl still wasn’t sure if she could trust that. There was still his temper. And knowing tonight they would be a party where people would be drinking and she had overheard some of the masters speaking about trying to steal away slaves from their masters, Arya worried that Snow would lose it. She knew him well enough to know he was possessive. He was more composed when they went out in public, but she was still worried and maybe that was part of the reason why she’d been struggling with getting the strings pulled tight on her corset. Once the door was opened and she asked for him to help, she could see his reaction to the sight of her. It boosted her confidence. However, she said nothing while he took it in and then agreed to help, just giving a nod to her head as well and she turned her back to him. “Thank you, Sir,” almost as quiet as a mouse when she spoke and continued to hold the front of the dress to her body. Feel him tug on the strings, Arya could feel the stiff fabric tightening around her body until she felt comfortable to let her arms down. It was quiet as he worked the string and she was able to hear the soft sighs falling from his lips, feeling the way those sighs were paired with each time his fingers made contact with her skin. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, waiting for him to finish before she would turn around to face him and smooth her hands over the fabric of the dress. “So…do I look okay?”

After everything he had put her trough in the name of science.. and family, she had every reason not to trust him. Snow was aware he had done a lot of deeds that other men might shudder at and find abhorrent but he had been able to see his work with Arya as a necessary evil. Of course she might have felt a little differently had she known of his brother. The male he had accidentally frozen solid and were still not able to revive without killing. His mother had not been able to forgive him, and as a cause he had been left all alone after centuries of companionship. Of having a parent and sure, a demanding lover, but still. She’d been his everything and that one mistake had cost him his family. He’d go to his grave trying to rectify it. Though the minute he had realized his feelings for Arya went deeper than simple and friendly care, she had no longer been a piece of the puzzle. Instead he had taken her out of the equation all together. Thinking he’d spare them both the mess and heartache. Not knowing if he could handle giving another woman his heart. Scared she’d take one look at the real him and run. He’d always found her hard to read.. despite all the years they had spent together, he was struggling to figure out what her expressions meant. She had the uncanny ability to look neutral and impassive at the same time. “You’re welcome.” He murmured, more to himself than her, not entirely sure a ‘thank you’ was necessary. Working meticulously, his hands steady even though his breathing and heart were not, Snow quickly finished lacing up her dress. Both his eyebrows arched at her question. “Okay? You look absolutely ravishing My queen.” There was a certain awe to his voice as he spoke, and consciously folded his hands together in front of him to resist the instant urge to reach out for her. “Are you ready to go then?” he added a few heartbeats later. Suddenly in a hurry as he did not know how to restrain himself for much longer while they were in private. At least in a crowd he had no choice but to. In here the possibilities were endless. 

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slavearya‌:

Choosing a queen costume, Arya had found that many of them didn’t leave much to the imagination. Which was why she had picked the formal queen outfit when she found it to cover up much more than the others. But getting it on was another thing entirely. Between all the layers and the strings that needed to be tightened, it was no wonder that queens had so many ladies who always helped them get dressed and here was Arya trying to do it all on her own. Sighing as she reached behind her back, trying to tighten the corset, she could hear Snow tapping on it and asking how it was going. Not wanting to seem like a damsel in distress or give him any reason to be frustrated with her, Arya kept trying on her own until she sighed loudly. “It’s…” She began as she gave a hard tug on the bottom string, none of it budging. Her hair was already in place, makeup completed, shoes and accessories on. This was the last part and she had wanted to do it all on her own, but it was proving more difficult than she imagined. “It won’t tighten,” Arya finally spoke up, turning with a hand clasping the front of the dress to her frame as she moved over to open up the door. “Do you mind helping me, Sir?”

Snow had no doubt that Arya would indeed look like a true queen in her costume, and he was anticipating the sight of her in it. He was also in part relieved that she had chosen something so formal which did leave lots to the imagination. He suspected that if someone were to gawk at her for too long or try to make a pass at her tonight, he would without a doubt be breathing ice and lashing out. She might not be his by law, but tonight she was. Standing there in his own costume, feeling a bit stuffy in it as there were enough garments and buttons he’d had to struggled with, he wondered how she felt about going with him. Was she still scared? The thought unsettled him, left him scrambling his brain for what he might say or do to dissuade such emotions from flaring in her. He wanted nothing more than for her to be happy. To enjoy herself tonight and hopefully not mind that she was spending the evening with him. His eyebrows rose a bit as her voice finally sounded. Her voice was somewhat strained, he could tell. When the door was opened, and she stood there clasping her dress, the dragon had to steel himself. For a moment he was battling the intense urge to do quite the opposite of helping, but rather tugging the entire garment off her. The sight awoke a desperate longing to feel and taste her skin. Clearing his throat, and in doing so, his head as much as he could, Snow was quick to nod. “Of course I don’t mind.” He said, his voice soft as he gestured for her to turn around, his hands taking a hold of the bottom string of the corset as he deftily began tightening them, little by little. Whenever his fingertips came into contact with her skin, he could not help but sigh under his breath. 

[snowyxdragon]

He had been staring at her for too long.. again. And so in a futile attempt at busying himself with something else, Crispin had gone in search of something to drink. Preferably something very strong. When he couldn’t seem to find any room to order at the bar, he caught sight of a slight brunette moving about, seeming to be serving the various tables. When she moved on from the table she was currently at, he stepped forward to block her path, giving her a charming smile. “Excuse me miss, but I wondered if you might assist me?” he asked politely, holding her gaze. “I don’t seem to be able to acquire anything to drink from the bar. Could you help a guy out?” 

@primxnxproper

[snowyxdragon]

Waiting by the bedroom door, Snow shifted anxiously. He had taken Arya out to buy costumes earlier in the week but he was still unsure about the fit of hers and whether or not she actually liked it. “How’s it coming?” he asked trough the cracked door. “Do you need any help with the coset strings?” The dragon was very much aware that he was fussing more than necessary. But just like the other night when he had rented her to have dinner, he wanted everything to be perfect. And if not, then as close as possible. Not that tonight was likely to mark any milestone. It was a halloween party where not much were likely to happen. Then again trying to let loose, drink a little, dance a little, might do him some good. He always veered on the edge between being a rather charming bloke in public, though also weird and with a degree of social anxiety which left him completely drained within a couple of hours. Not sure if she had heard him, the dragon knocked twice on the nearly shut door. “Arya?” 

@slavearya

[snowyxdragon]

Halloween Costume - Event #01

“Prince Charming/King” to Arya as “Queen” 

ft. Arya Carmichael @slavearya