Jon
Pranks and plots… He was sure he was losing the fucking plot. What was the plan? Who made the plan? He wasn't sure what the game was… The more Margaery and Robb pushed, the more he wanted to rebel. It wasn't because he wasn't enjoying himself it was because they were meddling. Everything really did feel… he enjoyed it, sharing innocent kisses, cuddling, pressing against each other… That was all her.
Honestly, it was a struggle to get out of bed, to get dressed and head back out into the world. Daenerys it seemed didn't want to leave bed either which he took as a win, because she definitely liked the bags connected unless he was imagining it... After all, his head was currently on his shoulders but he wasn't really sure what was happening anymore even as he followed after everyone else up the trail, tuning out Arya's moaning at being thrown into the lake to focus on the better things. It was no surprise where his mind went, she'd consumed his thoughts near constantly, he was sure she visited his dreams too. Was he high? Had someone drugged him? Just watching the way she trudged through the mud in her knee-high wellies, wrapped in her red rigged body warmer, colour filling her cheeks as she finally peered over her shoulder, caught his gaze before she quickly turned around, and continued walking ahead with Missy and Margaery.
They had a silent agreement to give each other space today, and he was okay with that as it gave him the opportunity to gather his wits about him. Arya was still bloody moaning, but he could handle that as they continued up the trail. The walk wasn't too long though he could feel it in his legs especially after the climb yesterday and it seemed everyone was more or less the same as they stumbled into the clearing almost falling to the ground. Well, everyone except grey who he was sure received the super soldier serum like Captain America when he was younger, the guy was never tired...
The clearing was nowhere near as large as the other, and though it did have scrubs and wilted bushes, there were no trees. It was significantly colder too, but this clearing offered the Look Out. It was a ledge where you could sit and look out over the Eyrie. The views were beautiful and looking down you could just make out the markings of Gulltown and the sea beyond. If you squinted, you could just see the fleeting of ships coming and going into harbour too. Taking a seat, feet dangling off the edge Jon sat taking it all in, there was something calming about being so high up, it made you realise how small you really were…
"What you brooding about," He turned, moving away slightly as Arya squeezed herself between him and Gendry like a cat half on Gendry's knee making them give her the space she demanded,
"I'm not brooding, I'm basking in the beautiful sights," he smiled wistfully gesturing to the views that had Arya rolling her eyes,
"Oh, gods don't get all philosophical on us…"
"How is that philosophical?"
"It starts with I'm basking in all this…" Arya rolled her eyes again, "then you start talking about how life doesn't really mean anything…" adding hand gestures and wobbling her head sarcastically, "Some bullshit about how life is about being happy with whoever you want to be happy with... Yada Yada," he couldn't help but laugh, he wasn't that bad… was he?
"Fuck off,"
"I swear I'm not sure what that therapist did to you butt fucking hell…" Arya grimaced realising her mistake, not many people actually knew he was in therapy… Not many people knew what really got him discharged either. He was still on monthly sessions though that was it now, he felt fine overall and had come along way from when he was discharged.
"I always knew you'd need therapy one day," Dany said, he smiled glancing in her direction, ignoring Robbs grimace in the process. She was being playful, she didn't know the story and there was nothing wrong with therapy.
"With the state of my bloody family what do you expect?" he glanced to Robb and Arya to make the point before turning back to her. "Besides, if anyone needed therapy around here…" it hit him way too suddenly, "It would probably be Arya actually…" he received a glare as everyone laughed,
"Wow, Love you too Jon," she quickly turned to Gendry whacking his arm, "and you shut up too."
They sat for an age everyone talking amongst themselves, enjoying the view. That was the thing about this camping trip, they had to call a lot of favours to do this. It was worth it though between the Isle of faces and up here in the Eyrie.
"What you most looking forward to, the Isle of faces, the Neck, or Winterfell?" Gendry asked, Jon was still sat next to him while Arya had gone off to bug Grey and Robb, thank the gods.
"Winterfell because Ghosts up there with the rest of em', what about you?"
"That's the only problem with this trip, we don't get to visit storms end," Gendry sighed, frowning not unlike a sulky child. "Probably say Isle of face, Ghost stories around the fire and all that," didn't think of that… It would probably be better near Greywater Watch, it was always said to be the most spiritual place in the north but then again the Isle of faces was pretty significant spiritually too.
"Maybe we could include Storms End next time," It made sense, they could go beyond the wall too and to Dragonstone…
"Woah, whoa whoa… next time?" Arya was back again, she was like a bloody yoyo, "Like a regular occurrence?"
"I like it," Robb patted him on his back nearly throwing him off the damn edge in the process, arsehole.
"All of us?" Grey asked shyly, it was a loaded question, and he glanced around while everyone seemed to contemplate their own thoughts on the matter. There was something bigger at play than just camping; an ulterior motive that Robb had come to him with and it was kind of a no brainer that this trip would be remembered for a long, long time… However, for now, it was all about camping.
"Maybe not Jon," ouch, he hated that he couldn't help smile when he looked at her, that beautiful smile gracing her lips, eyes bright and full of mirth as she very quickly averted her gaze.
"Well, aren't you just a… bitch!" he flipped her off for good measure pushing Arya off Gendry when they were exchanging tongues less than a meter away from his face. Get a fucking room.
"Defiantly not Jon"
"Love you too Arya!"
"Come on now girls, leave Jon alone," he rolled his eyes as Robb ushered Arya and Dany away, not that he minded them ganging up on him. Arya, despite being a pain in the ass was harmless and Dany, well he was having a hard time staying away from her… They spent the afternoon snacking on sweets and crisps as the couples reminisced about meeting the parents for the first time. Robert Baratheon loved Arya, only he and Robb knew it was because of how much Arya reminded Robert of Aunt Lyanna but they kept their mouths shut listening to the girls gush over it much to Arya's dismay. Gendry was loved by Caitlyn but Ned was a little cold though after the way they were caught... It really wasn't a surprise. No man should have to see his daughter do that… He was on leave from the service, in between missions when it happened receiving a phone call from Uncle Ned at 2 in the morning asking to borrow the rifle. Ned had, unfortunately, walked in on the two, let's just say experimenting… and he didn't take it well.
Jon remembered when Robb told him, about Gendry and Arya. It was so bloody obvious; he wasn't sure it was a perk per se but every time he came home he could always see the differences around him like he was missing all the filler. He remembers how painfully awkward they were around each other though the next time he was back he could see the secret glances. When Robb eventually told him they were at the sneaking around – not so secret – not so quiet either, struggling to keep their bloody hands off each other stages.
Sat in a corner pub in Kings Landing Jon could see straight away that Gendry was nervous sitting at the edge of the booth, looking like he was going to bolt out the door, peddle to port and row the narrow sea.
"I need to tell you guys something," exchanging a glance with Robb they put their drinks on the table and gave Gendry their undivided attention. They both knew where it was going but, he didn't know that.
"What's wrong?" it wasn't too loud in the pub, and he didn't need to raise his voice but Gendry jumped all the same.
"I wanted to tell you that I'm… Seeing, er… I'm with," he glanced at Robb who was looking away to stop himself from laughing aloud at the spectacle while Gendry continued blubbering on. "I'm seeing her, I'm" Gendry cursed under his breath and took a drink of his beer, eyes going from his to Robb's, "me and Arya are together," exchanging a glance with Robb, narrowing his eyes at Gendry they both jumped up. Never in his life had he seen Gendry run so fast, he was off, past the crowd of people, through the doors… He was gone for a good 15 minutes returning with a façade showing he wasn't at all embarrassed at legging it and despite the 'hurt Arya and die' warning nothing really changed. Well except seeing them together,that took a little while to get used to.
Missy and Grey had the best story, poor Grey had to endure being shepherded around by Missy's overprotective brothers for months with Marselen and Mossador third wheeling them wherever they went. They didn't have any alone time until the brothers had approved of Grey, how it didn't drive Grey mad he didn't know…
"They're good friends now," Missy smiled sitting back against Grey who wrapped his arm around her. They were cute together, so were all the couples come to think of it...
"They followed me for near of 3 months," Grey said with a slight shake of his head, "It was hard not to get to know them,"
"Mrs Grey still hates me," Missy mock frowned, while Dany snorted the two exchanging knowing looks,
"Oh, but his mum makes the best Tikka Masala," Dany added with a smile, she had such a beautiful smile... He realised he was staring again and quickly looked away,
"I second that," Missy said, "She still hates me though,"
"Mom loves you, asks about you all the time,"
"Yeah, i need to pop in at some point," Dany sighed before she grinned, "Does your mom still pester you about your hair?" Grey rolled his eyes and Missy laughed,
"His moms biggest disappointment in life is that he won't grow your hair like he did when he was younger," Jon watched as Dany and Missy laughed poking at his head which made Grey grimace and bat their hands away.
"What about you Marg?" Gendry asked,
"Oh, dad loves her…" Robb smiled grasping Margaery's hand in his own, they were two sides to the same coin, at times you'd think they had been together forever...
"Caitlyn hates me, her golden boy can do so much better," she mock frowned as she snuggled up to Robb, Aunt Caitlyn was harmless though she was very picky when it came to the girls Robb brought home. It was completely the opposite way around for Sansa, Caitlyn thought Sansa and Joffrey looked like a prince and princess. In other words Sansa could do no wrong…
"Too bad you're the only one for me love," Robb kissed her head smiling like the happiest guy in the world, a fool in love indeed…
"Mom loved Jayne too," Arya said, "and she's bat shit fucking crazy," he agreed, Jayne was fucking crazy but it was best not to think of her at times like this.
"What about Marg's Parents?" Grey asked,
"Father loves him, invites him over on day trips and bonding," Marg said, "Mom is a bit cautious…" she smirked as Robb grimaced,
"Pretty sure the first time I spoke to her the first questions was, what is your intention with my daughter…" Robb laughed, "She wasn't even cold, and that made it bloody worse…"
They stayed up there a little while longer before heading back down to camp. He felt somewhat left out as the couples shared their stories cuddling openly and sharing kisses. A few times getting lost in memories of the morning, and when he did his eyes were darting to her, catching her already looking at him. He couldn't remember when Daenerys met his mom; it was so long ago now it always felt like they had known each other forever and as for Rhaella from what he could remember she was always lovely… There was a warm smile on her face as she held his gaze and he wanted to snap a picture to remember this, wanting more of her…
Was wanting more a bad thing?