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Into My Arms	By : Famous_Blue_Raincoat Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 2669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: George RR Martin owns these characters in the Game of Thrones and A Song of Ice and Fire FANDOM, and I am merely playing with them for fun, not profit.

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Author's Note: Trigger warning for attempted rape

Thoros woke as the first rays of light broke the dawn. His shoulder was stiff from the position he slept in, the result of five men squeezed into a small room. When he stood up to stretch, he realized there hadn't been five men in the room. Where was Beric?
The priest remembered that Beric had followed the girl to her room last night. Thoros had been surprised, and thought up some dirty jests to tease his friend with when he returned, but never for a minute had he seriously believed...
Surely the girl had been crying again, and Beric was merely listening to her and nodding sympathetically. Thoros must have dropped off to sleep immediately, assuming Beric had returned to the room soon after. Had this been anyone else, say, Anguy, he would have found it amusing. He would have been happy for his friend while still taking advantage of all the teasing opportunities which would ensue.
But Beric. No. There must be some other explanation. The other men were beginning to wake, but he ignored them and headed to Sylvie’s room. The sounds were unmistakable. Actually, the girl was making some noises he had never heard before. Clearly, she was pleased.
Thoros stood outside the door, indecisive. What the hells had gotten into Beric? He would never take advantage like this. And wasn't he impotent? Had that been an act? Jealousy welled up inside Thoros, taking him by surprise. What was it to him where Beric put his dick?
In a hot burst of anger he banged on the door and shouted, “Time to leave, Lord Beric!” Without waiting for a response, Thoros stomped into the front room. All three men were staring at him. “What?” he barked. “I need a piss,” he said as he walked outside and slammed the door.
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Sylvie’s heart was still racing and her breathing had not yet returned to normal. Beric seemed a bit shy now. Honestly, Sylvie did, too. He had rolled her facing away from him and was holding her from behind, his face buried in her hair. One hand was cupping her breast gently. Neither of them spoke.
That thing he did to her…she had never heard of it before. And she never wanted him to stop. The way her body responded had surprised her. Never before had she felt that, whatever that was. And then he was inside her. She had a brief moment of fear. Hadn't she told him “no,” earlier? The thought was driven from her mind as the spasms overtook her again, stronger than before. There was no pain, after all.
Beric kept his one good eye, and what a beautiful blue it was, closed most of the time. When he opened it, his gaze was so intense she had to close her own.
Shortly after they were spent, and Beric was behind her, there was a loud bang on the door and Thoros’ angry voice. They both jumped at the sudden intrusion into their private world. “Bloody hell,” she heard him mutter into her neck.
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What the hell am I going to do?, Beric thought. I shouldn't have stayed all night. I shouldn't have been here in the first place! But here, with Sylvie, was exactly where he wanted to be.
Parting from her was unthinkable to Beric, but they had no future together. He had sworn himself to R’hllor, to the cause of the Brotherhood Without Banners. What kind of man would abandon his purpose? But he also wondered what kind of man would lie with a vulnerable woman and then leave her? Sylvie had no one. Not a soul.
These thoughts ricocheted around his head in less time than it took to pull on his trousers and shirt. “Sylvie, get dressed but stay in your room.” And with that he kissed her forehead and went to face the men.
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Thoros was pacing furiously through the leaves. He simply could not wrap his mind around this situation. He kicked the nearest tree in frustration and regretted it when the sharp pain radiated up his leg. “Arsehole!” he yelled out loud. Whether he was referring to himself or Beric, he wasn't sure.
At precisely that moment Beric opened the door and walked towards him. The expression on his friend’s face alternated between shame and defiance in rapid succession. The two men stared at each other for a long uncomfortable moment. Beric was the first to break the silence. “Thoros,” he said. But that was all that would come out of his mouth. He kept opening and closing it, on the verge of speaking, but he seemed unable to make any sound. The priest knew he would have to make the first move.
“Let’s walk,” he said. The two men walked in silence for several minutes. It was almost companionable, like the walks they frequently took. But, no, it wasn't like that at all.
Thoros couldn't bear the tension any longer. “What has happened to you, my friend?” he said quietly, placing his hand on Beric’s shoulder. After a few seconds, the man who was closer to him than a brother, pulled him into an embrace and whispered, “I have no idea.”
Half an hour passed. Beric tried to explain to the priest how this happened and what he had felt in those short hours since he had met Sylvie. He couldn't believe it had been less than a day since the Brothers had walked into the cottage! Thoros tried to understand his friend’s feelings. He wanted nothing more than for Beric to be happy, but this was so sudden. He hardly knew the girl. How old was she anyway? Beric had neglected to ask her but assumed she was 16 or 17. Thoros scoffed at that.
“She looks no older than 15, Beric!” His friend had the good sense to look embarrassed.
“But you yourself told me, Thoros, that my betrothed was 15 when we were pledged.” Beric had no memories left of the Dayne girl and relied on Thoros’ recollection of their early conversations, back before the resurrections had chipped away at those memories.
“Allyria? The reason the two of you never married was because of her age. You were going to wait two years.” But after a mere six months Lord Beric had accepted the command of his king and left Blackhaven in order to hunt down the man responsible for so many wrongs. Thoros hoped the poor girl had ended up married to someone else by now. Surely she wasn't waiting for him?
“Besides, you were only twenty yourself.”
“Her age is irrelevant, Thoros!” he snapped. “The problem is what to do now. I cannot abandon her.”
“What?” boomed the priest. “You can't possibly be thinking about staying, can you? That's crazy! The Brotherhood needs you!” And, in a softer voice, “I need you, Beric.”
Beric closed his eyes, a look of great pain on his face. “I know, Thoros. I know.”
The two men were silent for a while, until Thoros found the courage, or the desperation, to ask the question preying on his mind. “I thought, I mean, it was obvious, the last time we tried anything…” Dammit! he thought. I can't say it.
But he didn't need to. Beric moved closer and said quietly, “I'm so sorry, Thoros. I can't explain it. It wasn't my choice. No one was more surprised than me.” They looked sadly at each other. There was nothing more to say on the subject. Soon they returned to the cottage.
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Sylvie sat on the edge of her bed wondering what to do. Beric had told her to stay in her room, and she certainly trusted his judgment. She knew if she left the room the other men would stare at her. They had to know.
But waiting with nothing to do but think was increasing her anxiety. If only I had a task to do, she thought, maybe my mind would calm down. Besides, this was her house, more or less. Being confined to her room didn't feel right. She decided to be brave.
When she opened the door to her room she was face to face with Manfred.
“Ah, alone at last,” he chuckled, and pushed her roughly back into the room. “I underestimated you, bitch. I hadn't actually thought you were a whore, but all the better.” He shoved her down on the bed.
Sylvie found that her predominant emotion was anger, not fear. She scooted backwards on the bed and stood up, ready to either kick him or use the bed to propel herself forward towards the door.
“You like to play, I see,” he sneered at her. “I must say, I underestimated Beric, too. I didn't think he had it in him, the self-righteous Lord. I thought he only let Thoros ride him.”
His words threw Sylvie off guard for a second, and she lost her advantage. Manfred grabbed her by her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed. She hit the back of her head against the wall when she fell. But now that she had something to live for, she was determined not to let this brute win. Going on instinct, she raised her legs up and drove the heel of her right boot into his thigh.
He howled in pain, “You goddamn bitch!” Sylvie almost got to her feet before he slapped her across the face. She cried out and realized she should have been screaming the whole time. Wouldn't someone hear her? Where was Beric?
Manfred covered her mouth to cut off her screams. With his other hand he was trying to get his pants undone. She bit the hand pressed against her mouth as hard as she could and tasted his blood. Sylvie felt a wave of nausea but could not let that distract her. He screamed and pulled away long enough for her to get out from under him, and she raced out of the room. No one else was in the house, and she ran as fast as she could out the front door, barreling straight into Thoros.
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