Game of Thrones: Kindred Spirits
Chapter 7 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 7
It was yet another day at school. Rickon was once more finding himself simply going through school and acting normally. He wasn't the only one, currently at the other side of the room, Lyanna was doing the same. It had been a few weeks since they had surprisingly run into each other that day. They talked to each other more, but never really had the time to simply hang out and talk.
'I mean, what does that make us?' Rickon wondered. 'Friends, acquaintances?'
He just couldn't understand it and to say it frustrated him would be an understatement. All that time spent being practically ignored by his family left him wishing for someone to be friends with after all.
"Now then..." The teacher was saying and Rickon quickly tried to focus. "We will be working in pairs for this class project. I will be assigning the pairs so pay attention and, when assigned I want you both to go and sit by each other, understood. Now..."
A few of the class groaned, others said nothing and soon the teacher was assigning who was to work with who. It was, all in all, a mixed situation at best, since Rickon knew some of the more hard-working kids would be assigned to work with slackers who would take all the credit. Other times however certain kids being paired up was clearly the right move, they certainly looked like they'd work well together.
Then it happened, as the next pair was called out.
"Rickon Stark and Lyanna Mormont."
Rickon started, he couldn't have heard that right. He now felt hyper aware of his earlier thoughts regarding Lyanna. Looking over at her, he noted that she had a similar expression, clearly startled.
'Was she thinking the same as me, wondering if we were friends or just acquaintances? Well, maybe now we will end up knowing each other better.' He reflected.
Before he could even move however; Lyanna was already up and moving to the empty seat beside him. Once she sat down there was an awkward silence.
She finally broke it. "So um, guess we're working together, huh?"
"Y-yeah." He replied. "What, do you think we should work on?"
They were in their history class and had been asked to pick a certain time period to work on an assignment for. Lyanna shrugged as a thoughtful look appeared on her face. It was clear she was considering their options. Before long they began discussing said options and considering the ones they liked best. They were both surprised, while they had spoken several times; they never really got to know each other properly and yet now, here they were, working together as if they'd known each other for years.
As they finally settled on a project and began making notes, while also trying to divide up the workload equally between them; Rickon bit his lip. He felt strange and he had been noticing it lately whenever he was around Lyanna.
'What the...why am I feeling like this again?' He wondered, shocked. 'This isn't, I shouldn't be...am I crushing on her? Do I really feel that way towards her?'
It was an awkward and confusing question; for he knew all too well about her views and that he couldn't exactly tell her how he felt. Or anyone for that matter since there wasn't really anyone else. But as he glanced at her, he felt his face heat up and couldn't help but notice the things that made him consider Lyanna Mormont attractive.
'She's fit, athletic...she has a feminine but unconventional beauty, not to mention she's as wild as me, if not wilder...' He thought to himself.
He blush intensified and he quickly returned his focus to his work. Lyanna had leaned forward to look at something better and her shirt had pulled tight across the chest. This made it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Quickly trying to clear his mind, Rickon thought for a moment.
"So, um...how are things at home?" He asked at last; hoping he'd picked a safe subject.
He couldn't have been more wrong there.
She scowled in response to his question and replied curtly.
"Terrible, nobody understands me or even takes the time to do so." She said bluntly. "Not my sisters, certainly not my mother, whenever she actually is there..."
Rickon nodded slowly at that. "Wow, okay...sorry. I just...we have more in common than I thought."
She turned to him at that, eyebrow raised. "Excuse me?"
But even as she said that she felt strange. 'What's this...strange warmth I'm feeling around him, I...'
She cut her thoughts off as horror built up inside her, it couldn't be that. She couldn't let it be that.
'No, no fucking way, could I...have feelings for him, like, love�' She wondered, disgusted. 'Urgh, that's not...how could I do that to myself. Have such corny womanly feelings. That's a weakness and that's why I swore never to let it happen to me.'
So she quickly tried to clear her mind and listened as Rickon began to explain his problems to her; his issues at home with his family. She was surprised by what she heard from him, but had to admit, he was right. They did have more in common than they thought.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.
