#dacey mormont 01

[oftybolt]

While most of the dynamics in his life all served some sort of purpose, there was the odd one that slipped through the cracks and into the territory of something more genuine. His friendship with Dacey Mormont was something of an anomaly - one struck up from genuine fondness rather than him feeling as though he could gain something from being close to her. It was a friendship he’d sought to preserve over the years, resisting the urge to upset their delicate balance with mafia talk and instead focusing on their jobs and families. If anyone understood the trials and tribulations of being an older sibling it was her and he’d always been thankful for that shared experience as well as the levelheaded view she tended to have on the world. Insight was always valuable to him but hers was undeniable one he treasured most.

His new responsibilities seemed to never end and as much as he was enjoying them, they had made him late something he was always loathed to be. There was a power that came to being their first, in the other person knowing that you’d had to wait for them. Usually he’d have cared about the subtle shift in the dynamic but with Dacey he truly didn’t mind. Instead he just greeted her with a grin before light but apologetic words were given. “I see you started without me. Sorry I’m late. I’ll get the next. How have you been?”

@shcbear​