[That lick to her lips has his full attention. Tentatively, he lifts his hand, dragging his thumb over her full lower lip. Soft against the skin, her mouth was almost like silk. Against his lips, he struggled between fire, which she seemed to exude, and comfort. Gestures like this, simply admiring her features and the memories that followed them, it was enough to soothe him.]
You are a different sort of Wildling. [He doesn't know too much about the Dothraki, but they seemed to live similar lives to the Freefolk.] No, I can't steal you, but I caught you off guard.
[He holds his breath, taking a moment to understand what she might be offering and what could be. It was torment, a punishment all its own, to see her with others or know she was with someone else. Yet they seemed to manage. A strange sort of fidelity between them, though existing in a different way.]
Mine? [He wants that. As fiercely and darkly as he coveted Winterfell and Ice, but this was tangible, this was something that could be in some form. It wouldn't be a simple dream shifting into a nightmare. It...could be his.] I want you to be.
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You are a different sort of Wildling. [He doesn't know too much about the Dothraki, but they seemed to live similar lives to the Freefolk.] No, I can't steal you, but I caught you off guard.
[He holds his breath, taking a moment to understand what she might be offering and what could be. It was torment, a punishment all its own, to see her with others or know she was with someone else. Yet they seemed to manage. A strange sort of fidelity between them, though existing in a different way.]
Mine? [He wants that. As fiercely and darkly as he coveted Winterfell and Ice, but this was tangible, this was something that could be in some form. It wouldn't be a simple dream shifting into a nightmare. It...could be his.] I want you to be.