‘ i don’t want to go. ’
* 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 : 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽
❛ you could elope with me , my lord . ❜ ufran mentioned matter of factly , gazing out onto the darkness . the night waited just outside of winterfell . DEATH HID WHERE THEIR GAZES COULD NOT REACH , patiently waiting for hundreds of men to step into its’ jaws . it would chew them up and spit them back out as something else , something twisted and ugly and angry . WHITE WALKERS the northerners had called them ; their demise had a name and a thousand faces . ufran popped a red grape into his mouth . it was sweet and its juice caused his nose to wrinkle ever so slightly . he missed the taste of olives . missed the scent of his home and the warm red sun … death looked much uglier up there than back home . the dornishman turned to arch an eyebrow at wyllas after being answered with nothing but silence . the lord had a pleasant face . his hair wasn’t as red as some locks ufran had had the pleasure of wrapping around his fingers but , still , he would very much like to see it bathed in the sunlight of tomorrow’s sunrise . would rather see lord dustin with his cheeks flushed and his chest heaving than still and bloodied .
❛ we’d ride south . live out in the desert for the rest of our days without ever having to witness to another war . i’d paint your hair in the same shade as mine and braid it into pretty shapes . your pink skin would eventually get used to the dornish summer and soon everyone would think you to be just another sand . in return for this tremendous favor i would merely ask you to lay with me in the evening . as wives lay with their husbands . ❜ the more ufran spoke the more evident his grin became . his sense of humor was peculiar and usually failed to soften northerners’ hearts . but the musician cared not . he spat out the grape’s seed onto the snow laying between them and gave a step towards lord dustin so that he could examine his features up close . he looked soft to the touch . but there was a sharpness to wyllas’ eyes that could only be acquired through a lifetime of hardships . ufran’s smile lingered on his lips BUT NOT ON HIS VOICE . ❛ but you won’t run . ❜ ufran whispered .
❛ you don’t want to go because you will most likely die . ❜ he lifted his gaze to the top of the wall then , no longer granting wyllas with his undivided attention . the bastard placed one daring hand upon the lord’s shoulder as if trying to guide his sight to lay upon the SAME LONG BRIGHT AUBURN HAIR that had caught his eye . ❛ but you want to go so that she may live . ❜ he patted lord dustin’s shoulder and popped another grape into his mouth .