Ygritte Ashtroy, a lost soul, a wanderer, a skilled larcenist and a freeman of the east camp. One day the Hierophant gave her a task that goes with a thin line between life and death. Like walking in the edge of the underworld and with one wrong foo...
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Ygritte's P.O.V
Fetish, what a strong word. I do have some fetish for a certain man. I desire his attention more than anything. Maybe that's why I did it. Maybe that's why I gave into the temptation. Maybe that's why I kissed him regardless of the rule that has been declared ever since I was born. But regardless about everything that I had done I must put a boundary between us. He's a star and I'm no one. I will never reach his level.
My visitor came in wearing a scrutinizing look in my way. The moment we were alone, he just stood there looking at me. It's like he doesn't really know what to say, it's like he just came here to see me and not to talk to me about what happened.
Minutes passed and the awkwardness in the room has risen. I cannot help but question him, "What do you need?"
With a dead eye and a blank expression he answered, "You."
One word. One word that had me melting into the core. Dang this man and the things he do to me!
I remained silent but my heart tugged faster as the butterflies from my stomach went on rampaging like a wild animal. I kept my face neutral not knowing what to say. I don't want to add another stupid stunt on my list. I had enough.
I played with my hands and closed my eyes, wishing that he's not here and that he was just a mere imagination of mine that's haunting me.
After that kiss I realized that it has been so completely wrong. I should have known my place before doing that, I should have controlled my emotions.
I opened my eyes only to be greeted by his blue ones. I didn't know when he came near me but I met his by the same intensity he was giving me. It was filled with authority but somehow it's like his eyes betrayed him.
Amusement and mischieviousness were dancing in the midst of his blue orbs. Oddly, I felt like what we had right now feels right. Unlike what I've felt when Lucas is around.
"How are you?" He asked as he took an apple on a table near my bed.
"Still alive, I guess." I answered in a low voice that came out as a whisper. I watched him sat on a big chair near me and crossed his legs like a don.
He looked around the hospital for a bit of a moment, "nice place."
I just looked at him with my mouth hanging. Oh my goodness Ygritte! Can't you see? He's trying to make a conversation! Say something! Like shoo him! You can't just sit there and look at him like an idiot all day!
When he thought I can't answer him like a normal person again he went near me and sit beside me, like literally on my bed. I looked at him ridiculously.
"Can you-umm like go away? Like shoo! Shoo!" I demandedly said while trying to push him out of my bed. Shoo shoo? What is he Ygritte a chicken that you can shoo? Wow you just shooed a lycan! Imaginary claps everyone!
