The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again
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She moved twirling barefooted to music that only she could hear. Smiling, she shrugged off the white jacket leaving her only in the dress. Dropping a set of beads around someones neck she smiled and slid past into the kitchen. People were celebrating, people were happy and the music and the alcohol made her feel good. Her family were gone, torn from her but she was here and they were happy. And Del could be happy with them.
Looking for Robb, Del pressed against bodies as she removed the mask and dropped that into a large cup of something. She'd have a drink and she would find him and dance with him and she would be happy, happy for a little while.
The world spins all except Robb. He remains unblurred, untouched by the chaos around them. He is an anchor. Unrepenting winter to her overwhelming summer. He makes her feel calm even at her wildest.
"I know so. You are stars and winter and fishies, good things and you deserve good things. Delight. Happiness. I would give that to you, if you'd let me." Del said reaching up to gently touch his face with her fingertips before she spins.
Her fingers leave an echo against his skin, and her twirling makes him smile. "Don't you know? Starks aren't made for Delight," he finds himself teasing. "We don't know how to cope with too much of it."
"No, Starks are made for... dancing. And no one does cope," Del replied lightly, smiling at him. No one could handle too much Delight not even her. Not even a man made not for dancing but for winter and for her brother. "Maybe you should try a small amount of Delight and see. And then a bit more. And a bit more after that."
Del considered him, sliding her hand into his and twirling beneath his arm before she stopped suddenly.
"Cold. And Destruction. And hard choices. And family. But mostly Robb Starks are made for dancing, you should dance always with me." Del said nodding her head with a smile. "okies?"
Looking for Robb, Del pressed against bodies as she removed the mask and dropped that into a large cup of something. She'd have a drink and she would find him and dance with him and she would be happy, happy for a little while.
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"I know so. You are stars and winter and fishies, good things and you deserve good things. Delight. Happiness. I would give that to you, if you'd let me." Del said reaching up to gently touch his face with her fingertips before she spins.
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"Cold. And Destruction. And hard choices. And family. But mostly Robb Starks are made for dancing, you should dance always with me." Del said nodding her head with a smile. "okies?"
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