( closed ) winter she'll howl at the walls

[ex_jelmazmo599]

who: Dany & Jon
what: Being gross, and generally "celebrating" the season together
when: Forward dated to Dec 24/25th
where: Their apartment
warnings: Talk about murder and death eventually, and knowing these two sexual content.

They've heard some conflicting things about the holiday called Christmas and its apparent meaning or purpose. Dany had decided early on that she doesn't feel like fully immersing herself yet—but a little, to learn more of the culture of this place and its people while still retaining some familiar elements for her and Jon's sake. To that end, she's been busy, coming home late in the days leading up to the day when they're meant to celebrate, preparing more than simply his gift.

She's wearing hers to herself, and Jon's is packaged neatly. The apartment isn't decorated with lights and a pine tree, but rather several plants she'd found at the market to lend some colour. What she's spent the afternoon cooking (and not burning the entire building down in doing so) will be able to be smelled down the hall, its aroma wafting down all the way to the elevator.

There's a pitcher of fine wine she's bought, a wheel of that cheese he'd so enjoyed earlier, some of the Scotch Eggs and sausages he'd devoured at the diner—and other fare, including her own cooking: dishes close to what she'd had to eat and been fond of in Essos. To contrast it all, the radio is playing softly in the background. Modern Christmas music. Go figure.

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[northerndragon]

That makes him smile a little on its own. Back when he'd first joined the Watch, when he was a steward, one of his tasks had been to prepare the Old Bear's drinks. There was beer with lemon in the morning, and spiced wine at night, and the former Lord Commander had been very particular about the recipe for the latter. He's not sure that Dany is so meticulous, though he hasn't subjected her to batches that burned before he learned where to set the stove to make its heat comparable to that of a fire, and he's still not sure where to source a few of the ingredients.

"I will. Did you find the nuts and raisins for it?" And then he's beside her and behind her at the table, and bending to press another kiss to her neck, and reaching onto one of the plates to grab a morsel of cheese.

[ex_jelmazmo599]

No, she isn't; and she's thought that perhaps he might like a further reminder of home. It's strange, how thankful she is for the time this place has afforded her with him, the certainty and joy it's brought to her heart. But it's a daily exercise in restraint to prevent herself from being overwhelmed with guilt that they are free to enjoy all this while their people either face the Dead alone, or exist in some manner of limbo. There's only smiles today, though, and she's sure to give him another as she tips her head sideways, sighing when he kisses her.

"On the sideboard," she responds automatically, chuckling softly. The rice and other things she's made are tempting, but what she's put on her plate first is one of those Scotch eggs. This time, she's determined to try one in its entirety, though she reaches for a piece of meat first, taking her time to chew while she turns to watch him prepare their drink.