ʏᴏᴜ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ

[wolfchild]

ᴡʜᴏ: arya + robb, arya + lulu
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: stuff
ᴡʜᴇɴ: backdated and forwarddated. I am the best at filling this out.
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: the dead zone border + mansion

Comments

[heloise]

How does a dragon wield a sword? [ Really she's just trying to keep Arya entertained as she finally finds the little dress she was looking for. Dark blue silk with white trimming. ]

Here. It was supposed to be a gift to another girl, but you could show me how it looks.

[wolfchild]

The Targaryens aren't real dragons. They have dragons. Their sigil is a red three-headed dragon on a field of black.

[ Oh no. Her mortal enemy. The dress. ]

I don't wear dresses.

[heloise]

[ But the girl just said the man is a dragon... either way she's more interested in the dress, which she brings closer then offers to Arya to hold. ]

Of course not. This one is for another girl, but I need to see how it fits. She is as tall as you.

[wolfchild]

I don't have to put it on. [ Her voice turns up at the end and it sounds closer to a question. ]

[heloise]

No, you do not have to. I would still ask it of you, very nicely.

[wolfchild]

[ You are evil, lady. Arya drops her breeches and troops back behind the changing screens like she's marching to her death. Some (a lot) of fumbling later and she sticks her head around it. ]

You need to lace it.

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia sees no need to hide her giddy grin either, but she remembers-- photos! As Arya goes to the dressing room, she digs about the fabric to find the cellphone and figure out how to get to the camera. She finds it just as the girl calls out for her, so to the pocket it goes until a better moment. ]

Tell me when it feels too tight.

[wolfchild]

I will.

[ And she will! But only if her breathing starts getting compromised. She bears the lacing stoically. ]

[heloise]

[ She has quick enough hands for it even if she rarely needs to do it for herself, and soon the bodice is laced through and she tugs only to tighten. The girl is very small... ]

[wolfchild]

[ Arya holds still. ]

Is it done?

[heloise]

[ She gives one last tug and ties it neatly before standing back up. ]

Look at you. Come, let me take you to a mirror.

[wolfchild]

[ She follows unhappily. Her mood is not at all improved by her reflection. Arya bites her lip. ]

[heloise]

[ Meanwhile Lucrezia is expecting her to jump about in joy. ]

What is the matter?

[wolfchild]

I do not like dresses.

[heloise]

You do not have to like them to use them.

[ And she goes to fetch her phone, yes. ]

[wolfchild]

I will not use something I do not like.

[heloise]

Even when it might suit purposes you do like?

[wolfchild]

Dresses don't help me. You can't fight in a dress.

[heloise]

Can you not? Must I show you.

[ Not before holding up that phone and taking a ceremonious shot however! ]

[wolfchild]

Show me what?

[heloise]

[ Awh cute. She walks over to show Arya the picture on her phone. ]

How to fight in a dress.

[wolfchild]

[ The Arya in the picture has a sullen look. Her grey eyes are dark. Arya sees her discomfort reflected in it and she hates how little she looks like herself. Gendry would be laughing. ]

What are you going to do that?

[heloise]

Keep it. Show it to you again when you see your own beauty.

[wolfchild]

I'm not. My mother, she is beautiful.

[heloise]

And your brother. You must have at least half their beauty if not more.