Game of Thrones: Loves Many Trials
Chapter 42 of my Game of Thrones story, while an official couple for a while now, this is Lancel and Marina's first official date, enjoy.
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Chapter 42
Lancel sighed as he considered his current problem.
'Hope it stops pretty soon.' He thought sadly.
The sound of the rain on his window made him feel upset. He liked rain. He didn't like it when it was about to sabotage his date. His first one with a lovely lady, on top of that. He checked himself in the mirror, adjusting his scarf, making sure he looked decent. While he knew Marina would love him even dressed with a garbage bag around his waist, he still wanted her to feel special, to feel proud.
He knew he was handsome, there was no way he could deny it, he had been told about it enough and he knew by the looks of people on him. Yet, it seemed it only mattered when Marina was concerned. The same word, from another person's lips. From the girl he had feelings for. He heard the sky crack.
"Damn..."
Marina wasn't dressed yet, she had heard the rain too and stopped to look at it, still clad in just her simple white bra and matching panties. While Marina loved rain and adored thunderstorms, she couldn't help feeling bad this time. She wasn't scared.
She was disappointed. For Lancel. She assumed how hard he had thought to find them some lovely and fun spots to visit and she knew she didn't make thing easier at all. She wasn't date material at all. Commitment and love were two scary things for her and she felt lucky enough to have a boyfriend who not only understood but accepted, who tried to go slowly. For him too, maybe. She knew how shy he could be.
She loved that about him. She looked at her wardrobe. She knew that, sadly, they wouldn't go out. Yet, she wanted him to be "rewarded" for his efforts. She took out the only dress she owned, looked through the mess her vanity was. While not really attracted by girly stuff, she still had her style, her likings and she had the chance to have a good instinct in arranging a nice outfit.
Sober, casual but elegant. Lancel would love that, she knew. Just because they couldn't go out didn't mean he couldn't enjoy how much skin she'd show. She always kept her promises and she didn't have the occasion to wear that dress often, despite liking it and knowing it suited her well.
She could still remember her best friend telling her it was nice, her buying it with her first pay check. She hoped Lancel would like it as much as she did. Combing her hair, she wondered if he preferred women with long hair. From what she knew, all of his old relationships had long hair and she couldn't blame him, it looked beautiful and she dreamt of having that to.
However, with her hair, once it was on her shoulders, she looked sad and unkempt, as her hair never remained straight. It didn't make cute waves, it made her look as if she had been woken up from a nap. And she had no patience and no love for beauty and hair products. She had quite the knowledge about them, as she was curious, but she thought them a waste of money and time.
"Such a trivial thought..." She muttered to herself.
Lancel sighed as he looked at the sky. It was grey, it was depressing and the pouring rain didn't help at all.
"Talk about a ruined date..."
He felt disappointed. He had wanted to show Marina so many things around, things he was sure she'd love and it wasn't even possible to put one toe outside without being showered by Mother Nature. He had called her, dejected, thinking they'd have to cancel, but Marina had immediately found a way; they could always hang out together inside.
Yes, they could, still Lancel felt it wasn't what a date as supposed to be. Until he remembered Marina wasn't really date material in the first place. After thinking about it, he realized the fun it could be for them.
Safe in their homes, just chilling out, everything they needed under their thumbs. The doorbell took him out of his thoughts and when he opened, he was breathless.
Marina was wearing a dress.
It took time for his brain to understand that fact.
Marina was wearing a dress.
It was an above the knee beige dress with white square pattern. It was short sleeved, with a small v collar. The style reminded him a bit of the roaring twenties as it seemed only made of frowned layers of the same fabric and pattern. At her wrist, a bracelet made of golden roses in a vintage style. She wore beige flats to match with her dress.
"I thought you'd like it." She said with a small smile.
She had managed to get to his house during a break in the rain so thankfully wasn't soaked.
"I... I do."
She grinned. "You don't look bad yourself."
He could see she was liking what she was seeing and in a way, while it pleased him, it made him feel weird. It was weird to be actually desired.
"I was right; men do have the best fashion."
He was dressed in dark jeans with a brown belt, a white t-shirt he pimped up with a rolled up sleeved dark blue t-shirt and a leopard thin scarf.
"You have something on your mind." He said
"Not something life changing..."
"Oh?"
"Hair and length."
He simply grinned.
"You can always give it a try. You'd look nice. Though the pixie-cut suits you."
She nodded.
"So…What do we do?" He asked awkwardly.
"I remember you telling me you were stuck on some games."
He smirked. It was weird, he knew; but he actually didn't mind. They entered the living room, Marina removing her flats before sitting down on the sofa. Anyone entering would find this strange: two dressed up young adults just chilling on the sofa, bare feet, controllers in hand. He had to admit he loved it.
Now he sat, Marina by his side, knowing by heart the codes to enter to unlock new areas to explore Ibis Island in Dino Crisis. Their gaming continued as they enjoyed each other's company, all the while playing.
Marina and him trying to beat each other at Tekken and Soul Calibur.
Marina and him exploring in Tomb Raider.
Marina actually unlocking him from the hassle he had created in Tales of Symphonia.
Lancel came to realize that a date wasn't about going out, it was about sharing special moments with a loved one and he had to say, that was what he was doing, even in a strange way. But that was their strange way and they were having a blast.
Even when just watching a show bored of playing, Marina nestled against him, continuing a cross stitch project as she listened. It felt so domestic, so... So right. He wondered how they'd be like in the future, married. If they got married, but to him, it was just natural they'd still be together. He could see themselves, older, in the same position, doing the same thing.
He held her a bit tighter.
For once, Lancel was glad the rain didn't stop.
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