❛ if you're lookin' for a tavern, this ain't it. ❜ gendry voices, his tone is gruff. disgruntled. look at him now, and you'll see a young man covered in soot, movin' a heavy crate from one end of the shop to another, barely lookin' at her so invested he is in his work. really, he knew sometimes tavern wenches or the girls at the street o' silks like comin' here, gawkin' at the men or flirtin' with them long enough to lure them back to their beds, then demand them their rightful pay — but shouldn't they know by now that gendry's the few who couldn't care less ?
.... well, not that he doesn't. he just — got shy, is all. and it's not right, he thinks. he doesn't want t' pay these girls; ain't that interested if it's only t' sleep and t' wake up the next day pretendin' they're strangers. or it's just coins at all that made it possible he'd known her at all. call him a romantic, call him stupid, ( and he is, gods, he is. always the stupid bull makin' stupid mistakes. ) but gendry's simply ain't interested. and, if he were frank, he'd rather use the money t' buy food and clothes more than a cunt. you ever go starvin' or cold? s' the bloody worst.
❛ — or what ? ye' one o' the girls from the pleasure houses, are ya' ? not interested, ma'am. i'd say joffen from two shops over might be, if ye' lookin' for easy coin. ❜
@iseiis / smol sc
