#westerosfriends

[fightingwithsticks]

[text] That time we were having sex when you were super drunk, I kept yelling ‘Oh God’ and you said: “You’re going to need him after this.”

[text] yeah i literally don't remember anything about that

[text] but i'm going to go with you probably did because i can get freaky when i drink tbh

[fightingwithsticks]

"Daddy!" The scuffling of shoes down the hall followed, an uneven cadence that sounded far too heavy. As she rounded the corner, it became clear why; she wore her mother's heels, several necklaces, and badly applied pink lipstick. "Lookit me!"

He'd just barely lifted the glass of scotch to his lips when he heard the screech of his name from down the hall. Siv sighed, putting the glass to the side on the coffee table and looking at the parlor entrance, where the child inevitably appeared moments later.

A laugh threatened to escape him, but he bit it back; she'd become as petulant as Dany if he laughed at her. Instead, he rose from his seat and walked to her before kneeling on the floor, lifting a skeptical brow.

"And did your mother tell you that you could borrow her things? She gets pretty protective of her shoes."

[danytheunburnt-deactivated20151]

She couldn’t even find the strength to call out; he would find her eventually. Dany curled up on her side, blowing out a long breath. It was stupid, how much it irked her to have Siv see her this way. Maybe she should have taken her parent’s offer to move back home - it would’ve made her mother happier. Then, if she saw Siv, she would be able to get presentable.

There was no faking it when he lived with her. At her best, her worst… the apartment was only so big, after all. Solid footsteps drew closer to the room.

"Here," she said finally.

[fightingwithsticks]

Siv made his way slowly through the apartment, hearing nothing but his own footsteps as he moved toward the hallway. The grocery bags sat abandoned on the counter. Perhaps she’d left, even though he thought she planned to stay in all day. His nose wrinkled slightly and his dark eyes flickered from one side of the hall to the other.

He’d almost reached her room when he heard her speak. Was she hiding? He almost groaned on the spot. Dany and her vanity, he thought bitterly, briefly.

“Hey,” he said, sticking his head into her room before stepping just inside the doorway. “Went to the store. You, uh… You hungry?” Now that he got a good look at her, he doubted it.

[fightingwithsticks]

"What are you so afraid of?" (friendsverse)

You.

"I’m not afraid of anything." The words hissed furiously from his lips, his fiery eyes fixed upon her.

Your death.

"Maybe I don’t have to be scared! Maybe I just don’t want you that way. We’re friends, sure, but that’s it, so stop trying to fucking push it, Dany! Not every guy in the world wants you!”

The words were harsh, even for him, but he could not stop them as they poured from him in a furious torrent. He would not indulge her. He could not, not under any circumstances, because despite everything he was willing to do for her now, he also had to protect himself and protecting himself meant keeping his distance from a woman who would leave him at the will of nature whether either of them wanted it.

You’re dying and I won’t let part of myself die with you.

[fightingwithsticks]

"Just five more minutes." -Teth

"No, you'll miss your... baby... appointment... thing," Siv grumbled, finally leaning over the back of the couch to tug insistently on her arm, "and you'll have to reschedule and you'll blame me and what the hell are you doing on our couch anyway? I thought you went home. You know, like, right across the fucking hall."

[fightingwithsticks]

Truth serum: do you like Dany?

"Like?" Siv smirked. "We don’t hate each other as much as we pretend we do and that’s that, really. I care about what happens to her, in my way. I don’t approve of practically anything about her and she annoys the shit out of me most of the time. But I guess I like her about as much as she secretly likes me. Because she doesn’t hate me, either."

[tethar]

Anyone want McDonald’s while I’m out? I’m fucking starving.

[fightingwithsticks]

danytheunburnt:

The words only drew a short laugh, one that didn’t reach her violet eyes. “We are out of bourbon actually. I needed a drink or four today,” she remarked, canting her head towards the makeshift bar. Dany still felt pleasantly numb with the aftereffects of it. “Leukemia, bro. Sucks, right?” Dany moved past him to the kitchen, hopping onto the counter and blowing out a breath. A sudden thought fell over her face, eyes turning back to him. “And don’t start being nice to me Siv, I swear to God. You’re anything but a total ass and I’ll start eating all your food.” That was a lie; she wasn’t very hungry these days, but it didn’t really matter. She needed him to act normal, because if he treated her different… if he acted like she was dying, then it might truly start to feel real.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Dany, I--" But she interrupted him. She always interrupted him. Despite the situation, he couldn't help but frown in annoyance. She couldn't even have the decency to get out what he thought about the fact that she had cancer. His frown only deepened as she went on and he shook his head, already frustrated with her. "I can act however the hell I want and don't you try to tell me for a second I believe this is actually going to kill you. You're way to stubborn, you pain in the ass."