child_of_lions (child_of_lions) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-01 09:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, arya stark, myrcella baratheon |
Who: Arya and Myrcella
When: Friday, July 26
Where: Jaime Lannister’s place where Myrcella is staying
What: Sleepover!
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete!
Myrcella was so glad Arya had agreed to the sleepover, it had been something she missed from being at home. She and her friends used to have them regularly and despite Arya’s apparent lack of interest in makeovers and things she was kind of hoping she could convince her friend to at least let Myrcella do her nails for her. After all she needed as much practice as possible if she wanted to make beauty her career in the future.
She had set everything up in her room, which was practically a suite it was so big, and was now waiting for Arya to arrive. Thankfully Joff and Tommen were in the garden doing god knows what so they wouldn’t be bothered.
Arya wasn’t exactly a sleepover type of girl. She tended to avoid them whenever she could and the only ones she’d ever attended had been sports team related. If there was a game or match in another city and they had to leave early, sometimes the girls on the team would stay over someone’s house and all go to the school together to get on the bus. Other than that, Arya had never been to a traditional sleepover party with makeovers and giggling and talking about boys. So when Myrcella had first suggested it, Arya’s first reaction had been to decline. However, Myrcella was her friend and there was no telling how long she’d be in town, so she’d told her that she’d come as long as there were no makeovers.
Arriving at Myrcella’s, Arya hoped that she wouldn’t run into Joffrey, cause after the dream about what had happened on the King’s Road, the day she’d had to send Nymeria away, she probably would have punched him right in his face. And that would have been hard to explain. Reaching the door, she rang the bell.
Hard to explain maybe but intensely satisfying for all involved, with the exception of Joffrey of course but nobody cared about him.
Opening the door Myrcella smiled and ushered Arya in before hugging her, “I’m so glad you came, how are you?”
Arya was sure that Cersei probably also wouldn’t have been very happy with Arya had punched Joffrey and she was sure that her parents would hear about it within minutes, after Myrcella’s mother told her to leave. That is, if she was just as protective of her son in real life as she was in the dreams. So it was better if she tried not to punch him tonight.
She smiled and hugged Myrcella back, “I’m good. You?” She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder as she glanced around the foyer and what she could see of the house from where they were, “How long has your uncle been out here?” She hadn’t realized, until Myrcella had moved, that Jaime Lannister lived in Orange County.
There was that. But Myrcella and Tommen wouldnt have a problem with it.
"Really good" she grinned, using all her willpower not to tell Arya about her Winterfell dream immediately. "Only a little while" she said, "but we really like it here. Mum smiles much more now. Come on I will show you my room"
Arya didn’t really know Robert Baratheon, she’d only met him a few times when they’d gone out to England on vacations, but she’d heard from Myrcella how her mother hadn’t been happy in England. Arya wished that her friend had the type of relationship with her father that she had with Ned. “That’s good that your mom is happier here.” She followed Myrcella up to her room, which was much girlier than her own room at home.
Myrcella sometimes wished she had that kind of relationship with her father too but it didn’t seem like it was meant to be that way. But she had her Uncle’s and that was close enough for her for now. She nodded, “It is” she agreed. Myrcella’s room was very feminine, soft pastel colors and a large king size bed stood in the middle of the room. One wall was dominated by a huge floor to ceiling bookcase which already held a number of books and there were beauty products scattered all around close to a large wardrobe.
“You can put your things anywhere” she told Arya.
Arya’s room at home was only slightly girly, but not quite as much as Myrcella’s. It was obvious that it was a girl’s room, but she didn’t have things like throw pillows or anything lacey or a jewelry box or anything like that. It just wasn’t her, but Myrcella’s room fit her well. She set her bag down on the floor at the foot of Myrcella’s bed as she glanced around the room, “Wow, this might be bigger than my room. And my room is pretty big.” All the bedrooms at the manor were larger than average, but this room was even larger. “Are the other rooms this big?” She asked, glancing over at her friend. She was curious if Myrcella had gotten the biggest room.
“Not quite” Myrcella admitted, “I mean mum and Uncle Jaime have rooms the same size as mine but Joff and Tommen’s are smaller” It had been decided that she had more things and would acquire more things which meant she got the bigger room. Joff had complained loudly and for ages but Uncle Jaime had been firm. “I’ll need the room when I start college for all the equipment I’ll need. I already have a lot of makeup though it’s hard to practice properly on yourself” she added with a sly smile at Arya.
"What kind of equipment are you gonna need?" She knew that her friend was interested in going into something with makeup, but other than makeup itself Arya didn't know what else one needed for that profession. As Myrcella smiled, Arya shook her head, "You're not practicing on me. I wore makeup to the prom and graduation and that's it." Thinking of the prom still made her smile subconsciously, because it had been Gendry who had finally convinced her to go and made sure she had a good time despite the fact that she'd been against going for so long.
“Oh well if I do full beauty therapy it includes massage and everything so I’d need the table and the oils, a wax pot heater, all different types of makeup... there’s a lot of things involved in it if I want to do it properly” Myrcella explained before sighing dramatically. “It’s not that bad Arya” she protested, “I wear makeup everyday, it can look really natural you know” she added.
“And you look good wearing makeup. I look like a clown.” Arya also hated the way makeup felt on her skin. Lip gloss was sticky and eyeshadow creased. Plus she was so active with sports, even now when she wasn’t in school anymore as well as playing with Nymeria that she sweat a lot and makeup and sweat just didn’t mix. “If you want someone to practice on, I’d suggest asking Sansa. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind helping.”
“Thank you” Myrcella smiled at her friend, “You know if it was applied properly and catered to your lifestyle makeup would look good on you as well” But she wasn’t going to push too much. She knew Arya wasn’t into that kind of stuff just like Myrcella wasn’t into sports generally. “Oh that’s a good idea” she nodded, “I’ll ask her. We could do your nails though, if you wanted. I notice you don’t seem to have bitten them all away yet” she added teasingly.
“I just don’t have the patience.” Arya shook her head and sat down on the end of Myrcella’s bed, “Besides, I think my boyfriend prefers me the way I am.” While she knew that Gendry had thought she’d looked good at the prom with the dress and the makeup and everything, she was pretty sure that he preferred her without makeup. Arya didn’t really want to talk too much about Gendry with Myrcella, because while her friend didn’t know that Gendry was her half brother, Arya knew and it felt a little weird to be talking about him when Myrcella didn’t know.
When Myrcella mentioned her nails, Arya glanced down at them for a moment, “My mother wants me to stop biting them. I tried for awhile, but I do it when I get stressed out or something.” Maybe she would let Myrcella do her nails, but only if she promised to keep it simple. She didn’t need glitter or tips or anything like that.
“Oh you are very pretty” Myrcella told her, she hadn’t meant to imply otherwise, “I guess I’m just used to it now. Mum took me for a makeover for my birthday one year and it was fascinating how the lady applied it all” she smiled, her mum had taken her on a number of trips mostly to spa’s and places like that which had sparked her interest in the whole beautician idea. “But it’s not for everybody”
Myrcella nodded, “It’s quite a usual trait isn’t it? Lot’s of people bite their nails in times of stress. But you can still make them look nice when they’re really short” she smiled.
People had told her before that she was pretty and the way Gendry looked at her sometimes told her that he thought the same thing even if he didn’t say it. She just couldn’t see how people thought she was pretty when there was Sansa who was beautiful. Yes, despite the fact that Arya was extremely confident in most aspects of her life, she could still be extremely insecure and self conscious when it came to her looks and her sister. It had definitely helped that Gendry had chosen her even though he had also been attracted to Sansa, but that was just it; everyone seemed to be attracted to Sansa no matter what. “Yeah, makeup just isn’t for me. Give me a soccer ball and cleats any day.”
Glancing back down at her nails, Arya sighed, “Oh alright. You can do my nails. Just, no glitter or anything like that.” She gave the blond girl a pointed look, but she only held it for a moment or two before her lips turned up into a smirk.
“Stuff of nightmares” Myrcella teased with a smirk when Arya mentioned soccer, “I’ve never been one for sports. Not playing them anyway” It just wasn’t something she had ever taken enjoyment out of, she didn’t mind watching some and cheering on people she knew or wanted to do well but actually playing herself was a terrible thought. Not to mention the fact that she wasn’t very good at most of them.
“Oh, thank you Arya” Myrcella smiled brightly, “I promise no glitter or anything. Just neat, tidy and pretty” she said already moving to her wardrobe to retrieve her nail kit.
Arya watched as Myrcella went about getting out her nail kit, deciding right then and there to not tell Gendry about this sleepover or Myrcella doing her nails, because chances were he’d tease her about it for days and while she could handle his teasing, she didn’t want him thinking of her as some teenage girl who went to sleepovers. They already had enough problems when he’d think about her the way she was in the dreams. Honestly though, she wasn’t the only one younger in the dreams. He was also younger than she currently was in the dreams and that never bothered her, but she supposed that with him being in his early twenties in the waking world and her being twelve in the dreams, that would be somewhat strange.
“So, what have you been up to? Done anything fun lately?” She asked, biting her bottom lip slightly as she thought of exactly what she’d been up to lately, but couldn’t tell Myrcella, because it would just be too weird.
“Actually I went to Disneyland” Myrcella replied, her cheeks reddening slightly. She sat down next to Arya on the bed, legs crossed and kit set out next to her as she took one of Arya’s hands in hers, “Jeremy invited me and his friend Stiles because his sister was going” It had been a really fun day, Stiles had been nice and Jeremy had been lovely as he always was. They had both made sure her first trip to Disneyland was a memorable one and a very enjoyable experience.
Arya didn’t miss the way Myrcella’s cheeks had flushed and she rose a quizzical eyebrow at her friend, “And who is this Jeremy? Is he the guy you were talking to in the post about your dream?” Arya might not have been an expert on guys, but she’d been around Sansa enough times when her older sister had, had a crush to know the signs. She liked to think that she didn’t act like that when she talked about or was with Gendry, but according to Myrcella she had that look when she talked about him.
Myrcella nodded, “He’s a really good friend and a lovely guy” she told Arya, as she set about cleaning and preparing her friends nails. “He even made sure I got pictures with the guys in costumes who walk around and we rode on all the rides, though Jeremy’s friend was ill after eating too much before going on a couple of rides”
Arya couldn’t help but grin as Myrcella talked about Jeremy, “You like him, don’t you?” She recalled how Myrcella had also brought Jeremy to her graduation party. She hadn’t thought anything of it then, mostly because she’d been busy doing the rounds and making sure to spend time with all of her friends plus Gendry equally that she hadn’t really noticed how Myrcella had acted around Jeremy, “Does he like you?” Arya didn’t normally do girl talk like this, but she couldn’t help it in this situation.
She nodded, “I do like him” she admitted with a smile, “He’s sweet and funny and kind and really cute” Myrcella hadn’t really felt this way before but she kind of liked it. The way her tummy got butterflies when he was around was strange but in a nice way.
“I’m not sure if he likes me too. I think so but maybe I’m seeing it because I want him to”
It sounded to Arya like Jeremy liked Myrcella and despite the fact that he was in high school, from what Arya had seen and heard, he definitely wasn’t like some of the guys she’d gone to school with, “He went with you to a party where he wouldn’t know anyone. Gendry went to my prom even though he’d be the only non high schooler. It sounds to me like he likes you. Did he buy you anything in Disney?”
Myrcella smiled as Arya told her she thought Jeremy liked her and hoped it was true. “He got my name embroidered on the Mickey ears I got” she said, which had meant a lot to Myrcella as she didn’t have many things with her name on them due to it’s unusualness. “And he made sure I got pictures with lots of the characters” It had been fun and he hadn’t seemed embarrassed at all which was refreshing.
“Yeah, he likes you.” Arya said, glancing down at her nails, watching what Myrcella was doing for a moment or two before looking bmmack at her friend, “I mean, I’m no expert, I’ve only had the one boyfriend, but it definitely sounds like he likes you.” If Jeremy didn’t like Myrcella back then he was definitely giving off some mixed signals there.
Myrcella smiled, “I really hope so” she replied, as she finished preparing Arya’s nails and picked up the base coat. “I’ve never had a boyfriend before” She had never taken too much interest before, “But he makes me feel all fluttery” she blushed.
“I never had one before Gendry either. Most guys I knew were immature idiots, but when I met Gendry, there was just something about him.” For one thing, he was older and more mature than any of the boys she’d gone to high school with and then there was the fact that he was in her dreams. Sure, they were quite a bit younger, her especially, in the dreams, so they didn’t have the same sort of relationship that they had in the waking world, but as far as Arya was concerned, they had a connection, “Why don’t you just ask him?”
Myrcella nodded, there was something about Jeremy too. He was sweet, kind, funny and just plain nice to be around. It also didn't hurt that he was extremely attractive. "Oh I don't know if I could do that, what if he said no?" She'd hate to ruin their friendship.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he won’t say no.” It certainly sounded to her like Jeremy liked Myrcella and she was pretty sure that he wouldn’t say no if she asked him out, “After all, boys are stupid and he might be thinking the same thing and might take forever to ask you.”
Myrcella laughed softly, “He might” she agreed, “I’ll see what happens when we next see each other” she replied, not promising anything though she would consider it. She finished the second coat on Arya’s nails and picked up the top coat to finish them off with.
“And when are you going to see him again?” Arya asked, glancing down at her nails. They honestly didn’t look too bad, but they also looked like they belonged on someone else’s hands. “Have you made plans to see each other again?” Her and Gendry never really made plans; Arya just usually went over to his place on the weekends and whenever he asked her to come over. Although, every now and then she did kind of want to go somewhere, but she also enjoyed being able to spend time with just Gendry.
"I don't know" Myrcella admitted. She had tried to do as little as possible to Arya's nails and they did look brighter and cleaner now. As they always did when polish was applied. "We haven't really made any plans yet. I was just going to wait and see" she didn't want to push it and have it feel weird.
“Well, I hope you see him soon. It’s obvious that he makes you happy,” Arya smiled at her friend then held up one of her hands, “Okay, so they don’t look too bad. A little weird, but not bad.” She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she’d painted her fingernails. It had been a long time ago, she knew that much.
"He does" Myrcella agreed before smiling, "See it wasn't so bad. They look nice right? I specifically didn't use a colour"
“I can’t promise they’ll stay that way for long though,” It all depending on whether or not Arya found a sport to play in the near future. She didn’t think the sword training would mess up her nails, “So, what else do you have planned for tonight? I’ve never been to a real sleepover before, so I have no idea what else we’re supposed to do.” Now that they weren’t talking about Jeremy or Gendry and Arya was really looking at her friend, she couldn’t help but wonder whether or not what Bran had told her about what he’d found out about the Lannisters in the dreams was true in real life too. Was it possible that Jaime Lannister was really Myrcella’s father?
"Well I have movies and a ton of snacks and basically we can do whatever we want" Myrcella smiled. There was more Lannister than Baratheon about her that was obvious, but could one tell just by looking? After all Myrcella herself had no idea as far as she knew she was Roberts daughter, to think that her Uncle Jaime was her father had never entered her mind. Nor would it unless put there by another.
Arya certainly wasn’t going to tell Myrcella what Bran had told her; not wanting to tell her something that might not even be true in the waking world. There really was no way to know for sure and she didn’t want Myrcella to look at her mother or uncle differently. “Alright, lets get this sleepover really started.”