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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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Beric and Thoros were halfway back to the cottage when they encountered Anguy and Lou taking a piss in the woods. Beric asked, “Where's Manfred?”
“I guess he's still inside,” said Anguy, shrugging.
Beric felt a stab of fear. “You left him alone with Sylvie?” The men looked at each other and started running to the house. They could hear screaming and yelling from inside, and then Sylvie flew out of the cottage, straight into Thoros.
“Sylvie!” Beric cried and pulled her into his arms. She was so out of breath she couldn't speak. He saw that one cheek was bright red and there was a smear of blood on her lip and chin. “What did he do to you?”
She was still too winded to speak, but she shook her head. Meanwhile, the others ran into the cottage and grabbed Manfred. He had a knife in one hand, but Thoros easily disarmed him and dragged him to Beric.
Beric was still holding Sylvie tightly and trying to find out what exactly had happened. When he saw Manfred before him he was filled with rage. He let go of her and charged the man.
“What did you fucking do to her?” he screamed, holding Manfred by the collar and throwing him to the ground. Thoros had his sword drawn and ready. Beric had left his inside. “I asked you a question, swine!” he yelled while repeatedly slamming Manfred’s head into the ground.
Sylvie had regained the power of speech and beseeched Beric. “Stop! I got away, before he could hurt me! I got away.” He stopped bashing the rogue’s head against the ground but did not loosen his grip. It was at this point that he noticed blood running from Manfred's hand, and a tear in his trousers above the knee which was also bloody. Beric was torn between the urge to finish the man off and the desire to hold Sylvie and make sure she was really unharmed.
“Sylvie, did you cause these injuries?”
“Yes! He tried to take me, so I stabbed his leg with my boot heel and bit his hand!”
Everyone stared at the girl in surprise. Beric found his fear diminishing and instead was filled with pride.
“Thoros, bind him to that tree. We’ll deal with him later.” Smiling, he swept Sylvie up in his arms and lifted her off the ground. “I'm so thankful you are okay, and I am so proud of you.” He smiled at her, wiped the blood off her face, and kissed her deeply. She kissed him back and then the strength seemed to leave her.
“Carry me inside, Beric.” He loved the weight of her in his arms and took her to the bed, laying down beside her. He held her tightly as she recounted every detail of her struggle.
“I'm so sorry, Sylvie, that we weren't here to protect you. That I wasn't here to protect you. But it looks like you didn't need any help.” He smiled down at her.
“I'll always need you, Beric.” Her eyes were serious, her voice a little sad. Beric knew they were back to the beginning. How could he make this work?
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Thoros and Anguy guarded the prisoner. Manfred was only half conscious. Lou the Pig was looking nervous and forlorn, sitting some ways apart from the rest of them.
“What do you think Lord Beric will do with him?” Anguy asked.
Thoros snorted. “I think he’ll hang him! And I will be glad to help.”
Anguy nodded silently. “So…” he said after a pause.
“So…?” Thoros knew what was coming.
“So, Lord Beric and that girl?”
Thoros gave him a rueful smile. “Yes, and I'm sure it shocks me even more than it shocks you. She's not even that pretty.”
“I don't know about that, Thoros. She looks sweet to me. And Lord Beric isn't exactly pretty himself, you know,” he chuckled.
Thoros looked off into the distance. “You didn't know him before the scars,” he said softly.
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She drifted off for a short time, and when Sylvie awoke, Beric was stroking her hair and looking at her. She felt loved, but she was aware that neither of them had used the word. It was obvious, though, wasn't it? Sylvie knew she loved him. There was no question of that.
“How are you feeling, now?” He asked.
“A little sore from the fight. Tired. But, I really am alright, Beric.” She put her hand on his face. “Will you let me see you without the eyepatch?” He hesitated for a moment, and she thought he might say no.
“If you really want to. It's hideous.” He slowly unwound the leather band from around his head. The socket was a bright pink and parts of his skin were shiny, like a burn. It looked painful. “Does it hurt?” she asked.
“Sometimes, it does. It itches, too.”
“May I kiss it?”
He laughed. “You are a strange girl. Or woman, I should say.” Sylvie put her lips gently to the spot where his eye should be. She didn't want to make him itchy, so she left one soft, dry kiss, and then moved her lips down to his and licked slowly around them until his mouth opened and accepted her tongue. “Will you make love to me now?” she asked.
He hesitated and sighed. She was immediately nervous. That was not the reaction she expected. “Sylvie, we need to talk first.” No, she thought. He's going to say goodbye.
“This morning, Thoros and I had a talk.”
Thoros. All of a sudden she recalled Manfred's nasty insinuation and felt herself go a little pale.
“And I told him I'm struggling,” he looked down. “Struggling to decide how to do right by you.”
“Right by me? What does that mean?”
“It means...I can't...we can't…”
Before he could finish, Sylvie sat up in bed and pressed her hands over her ears. She started to cry and rock. She knew it was childish. Just an hour or two ago she had been in this very bed and fought for her life, successfully, because she knew she had something to live for again. Or so she thought.
“Don't. Please don't, Sylvie.” His arms were around her, his chin resting on the top of her head. Beric rocked with her and told her that he had a destiny to fulfill. One he had not asked for and often prayed to be delivered from. Then he said, “But I can't leave you here alone, even though you impressed me today with how strong you are. I can't leave you here because...I love you.”
This made Sylvie cry even harder. She turned to face him, crawled onto his lap, and said, “I love you, too, Beric.”
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This was not quite what Beric had planned on telling her. He and Thoros had come up with a plan on the way back to the cottage, before all hell broke loose. Thoros had suggested to his friend that Beric should stay with her for a day or two while the Brotherhood continued, slowly, on their journey. Then, Beric was supposed to find someplace for her to live, someplace safe. Perhaps a temple or a sept. Or maybe they would get lucky and find a nice family who would love her like a daughter, and Beric would say goodbye and rejoin the Brotherhood.
He told Thoros he would do this, but first he wanted to marry her.
“Are you insane?!” he exploded. “First of all, how do you know this isn't just some, some, test, from the Lord? To see if you are willing to sacrifice everything.”
It was Beric's turn to shout, “Sacrifice? Don't you dare talk to me about sacrifice! I have sacrificed everything. I have paid with my life, literally, time and time again!” He was out of breath and his heart was racing.
Thoros looked shocked and chastened. “You are right, Beric,” he said quietly. “We have no right to ask any more of you. It's between you and our god to figure out when it's enough.”
Beric closed his eye and tilted his head back towards the sky. He felt very far away from his god now. Maybe the priest was right. Maybe these desires were given to him as a test. He was having a spiritual crisis.
But he was determined to marry the girl, to make things right. When he held her, he couldn't stop himself from saying “I love you.” He didn't even know if it was the truth. It felt like the truth, but maybe it was just passion. Whatever the case, he did not want this feeling to end.
Beric told Sylvie that the rest of the Brotherhood would ride at dawn. The two of them could stay and enjoy each other in complete privacy for another day or two. Then, they would catch up with the others and Thoros would wed them. Only then would they seek a safe place for her to live until he could return to her.
The only problem, he thought, is that the odds of him living long enough to return to her were very likely zero.
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