WIP Wednesday - IBLBM snippet
OK so it’s been a while since I've updated Imagine Being Loved By Me! Life and my screenwriting course have kept me busy! But now we’re all housebound. So this week I’ve been inspired again and I’ve writing a lot now that everything else has stopped... So here’s a sneak peak of Chapter 12:
He took a step back, releasing her and turned away, rubbing the back of his neck absently.
“Well, this is it, really. Where I do most of my design work and all of my actual metal work.”
Arya walked over to one of the work benches, trailing her delicate hand along the edge of the surface. She seemed genuinely fascinated by the room and all of its tools.
“I was hoping to find you all sweaty and dirty in here…” she smirked up at him and he laughed.
“Not today sadly! I had a client in earlier, hence the smart clothes.”
Arya looked him up and down appreciatively.
“Yeah, I noticed. You’re wearing that jacket I like again…”
He felt his face flush under her stare.
“So what are you working on today?” she asked politely, as she scanned the room. He crossed the room towards her and picked up his sketchpad.
“Some sketches for a new piece. See?” He held it out to her and watched as she took it from him, her hands skimming over the paper.
“It’s going to be a pair of earrings. The client wants me to use a geometric design.” As he spoke he traced the sketch with his fingers. Arya looked on appreciatively.
“It’s beautiful.” She looked up at him. “Have you always been so artistic?”
“Yeah, I suppose so. I loved drawing. And art was always my favourite subject at school. Davos noticed when I’d come into the pub and when I was old enough, he told Mott about me. Got me a job in here when it was still a blacksmith’s. Mott thought I’d be good with my hands.”
“Oh you definitely are!” She winked at him playfully and he swatted her bum before wrapping his arm around her hips and hugging her into his side.
“Not like that, cheeky! I love making things. Designing them. Bringing them to life.”
“I can see,” she said softly.
He gave her a moment to study the sketch, just enjoying holding her body under his arm. She fit there well.
“You know,” she said eventually, “My mum and Sansa are really good at sewing. That’s what Sansa does now actually, she works for an haute couture fashion house as an assistant. Olenna Tyrell?”
Gendry shrugged. He wasn’t very familiar with high fashion, but the name rang a bell.
“But Mum’s family were all brilliant dressmakers. She even made her own wedding dress! So Mum tried to teach me and Sansa how to sew growing up. Sansa was a natural. But I never got the hang of it! Our nanny said I had the hands of a blacksmith actually!”
Gendry snorted and took her delicate hand in his. “What these soft little things? Hardly!”
She paused, her voice growing uncertain.
“I’ve never felt like I fit in with the women in my family. Mum gave up trying to get me to learn when I was about 9 or 10. But then I discovered dancing!” She looked up at him, her eyes lighting up at the words.
