A/N
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Vwchick: For your question, I was thinking about it quite a lot, but I decided that in my story the world of Game of Thrones and Westeros will be in another dimension and will not exist as a TV show/books. Their lost, our gain ;)
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I am so going to regret leaving Jon Snow alone in my apartment.
After looking through my closet for something that will fit the King in the North Shouting dramatically with Jon's accent and not finding anything, I decided to try my luck in the Goodwill store at the block, just to get him one set of normal clothing and footwear until we find where he came from. He can't go out in the streets with his original choice of wardrobe.
Then he will have a real makeover. What? I don't know a person that won't take that opportunity.
So I decided to let Jon take a shower, hopefully a long one, while I try to buy him cloths as quick as possible.
Jon's experience with my shower went about like that:
"How do I… how does it…"
"Well," I was thinking. "Every shower does oparate differently at every house, just like microwaves."
"Micro-what?"
"Aaannyways, you push that handle-" I pushed him back a little so he won't get all the leather and the armor and whatever wet. "And water comes out! Magical, is it?"
"It is." He said seriously.
"Then you turn it that way-and it's warmer, the other way-then it's colder! So fucking fascinating."
"You're the most dirty-mouthed woman I've ever met. And I met wildling women."
"I'm also one of the most honest ones." I said, turning off the water. "Now, I know guys don't like smelling like girls, but sorry. That's the shampoo, conditioner and body soap." I pointed at the nicely flowery scented bottles.
He looked at the plastic bottles suspiciously. "And what am I to do with that?" He asked, confused.
"OOH for FUCK's sake!" I grunted. I picked up one of them and showed him the instructions written on the label. "I hope you can read."
He squinted his eyes at the small words, and for a moment I thought he's illiterate.
"Massage a generous amount of shampoo gently into wet hair and scalp. Work with reach lather. Rinse thoroughly..."
"Ok, you can stop there." I said, then looked at his dirty clothes. "And… just throw your… tunic or whatever on the floor. We'll take care of that later."
He lifted his eyes off of the instructions and looked at me with puppy face. "Can you just help with the chest armor?" he asked, "It's hard to reach."
I blinked at him, pouting. "K," I said, choking on my words. This is sooo dumb, but he's still a cute guy. Too cute, too hot, too weird. I need to get rid of him before I'll learn he's a good singer too.
He turned around and I found the straps to untie the armor, up near his neck. He was at least one head taller than me, so it wasn't an easy task. He let out a sigh of relief when the thing loosened and he could take it off.
"I sometimes forget the weight, I wear too long and too often." he said and turned around. "Thank you, Andie. You are being very kind to a stranger." He looked at me again for a moment of awkward silence.
I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore my blushing reflection in the mirror.
"Kind?" I snorted. "Wait until the makeover." I said, getting out of the bathroom and closing the door behind me. "There are towels in the small cabinet under the sink!" I shouted as I left, locking my door and running down the stairs.
I came back twenty-five minutes later. I unlocked the door and stepped in slowly.
"Jon?" I asked, a bit hesitant. I looked around the small living room, then went to the kitchen to find it empty of Jons and Snows and Kings.
He was in my bedroom.
Sitting on the bed with my phone in his hands.
With my favorite fucking green, hooded dragon bath robe.
The robe had the spikes and the scales and a tail on the back, and the hood had big googly eyes and fluffy ears and sparkly golden horns.
It was mine and the damn guy wore it like he owned it. If I wasn't that upset, I would probably notice that now, after the shower, the (add dramatic northern accent here) King in the North was younger than he seemed, only a few years older than me. He had scars near his eyes, not the ugly kind of scars, but they only added to his good looks.
"What are you doing?" I asked. The robe wasn't tightened to him at all. He didn't put the hood on his head. He just tied the belt lazily around his hips, but it wasn't hard to miss his bare, super sculpted, fucking godly upper body. And it wasn't hard to miss the nasty deep scars all over it.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I couldn't find anything to wear, and I didn't want to wear my old under cloths again. They still smell like sweat, blood and war, and I smell like…"
"Lavender." I said. I drew a pair of scissors from the drawer in my dresser and cut the tickets off the cloths. "Lavender and vanilla."
"Aye," Jon still weighed my phone in his hands. "The block spoke when you weren't here." He said quietly.
"It did," I mumbled distractedly.
"It was glowing, and a song played. Something about a man who says he's an alligator? I do not recognize that type of worship."
"David Bowie." I answered dreamily with an amused smile on my lips. "One day, youngling, I will teach you all about the worship of our rock god and savior, David Bowie."
"Why would you worship a god of rocks?" Jon asked, "What will he give you? The Lord of Light, the Faith of the Seven, even Death. I can understand their worshipers. But what can a god of the rocks give his followers?"
I smiled at Jon, can't believe he's that clueless. That guy is so going to wake up in a bad trip.
"Music, art, love and being proud being who you are, are only a part of many gifts-the rock gods have given us." I decided to play along. "For they are not gods of the rocks, but Gods of Rock-everything and anything that is worth to live for."
Jon blinked in confusion. Maybe I was too carried away.
"So," Jon said carefully. "When the block glowed, and sang the Rock God song, it asked me to choose between green and red, while it was stating bluntly 'Ben the Jerk, do not answer'."
I looked at Jon and felt the red filled my cheeks, "Please tell me you did not answer to that." I said.
"I chose green." Jon said almost bravely.
I wanted to slap that idiot out of my lovely dragon bath robe and into his cloths before I'll do something stupid in-between.
"And then what?" I asked, trying to stay calm.
"Then the music and singing stopped and a single voice was heard."
"What did the voice say?" I asked, trying not to be mad at the medieval burglar baked dude whom showered in my shower, afed at my table, wore my favorite dragon bath robe and repaid all that with answering my bloody ex.
"It asked for you," he said. "He asked why are you not answering. So I told it that you are not present and I will do my best to fulfill its wishes."
"And then what?" I asked, and heard a knock on the door, already knowing who this is.
"He said he's coming." Jon said and gulped.
A/N
I hope you liked that chapter! Can you guess the Bowie song they were talking about?
I'm going to have a lot of pop culture and rock references in the story, so pay attention :)
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