Imagine knowing Gendry as a child, then reuniting with him years later
“Cherries, raspberries, and blackberries, a coin for a dozen!”
Your name: submit What is this?
“Wine from all over the world! Arbor! Essos! Dorne! Finest wine you’ll ever taste!”
The yells of merchants and customers alike filled the alleys of King’s Landing as you walked through the streets. You made your way out of Fishmonger’s Square and onto the Street of Steel, which rang with the sounds of metal on metal. It was a steep climb to the Guildhall, where you were headed, but you didn’t mind. You loved to see the shine of freshly-forged blades and feel the heat of the forges in the air.
Just when you made it to the top of the hill, you heard a voice behind you,
“Y/N?” it called, “Y/N, is that you?”
You turned around, shocked to come to a familiar face. “Gendry?” you asked, a smile creeping onto your face. Back when you were a child, you had always come to visit Gendry at the alehouse where his mother had worked. The two of you were the best of friends, always wrestling with each other or sneaking off to the kitchen to steal some lemon cakes, or otherwise just making mischief. But you had moved away, and Gendry was taken up as an apprentice, and that seemed to be the end of that. Until you saw him in King’s Landing that day.
Gendry grinned, “I can’t believe… What’re you doing here?” Gendry still looked similar from when you were kids; same pale blue eyes that never missed a thing, same shaggy hair as black as night. But he was a head taller than you now, and his body was thick and corded with muscle.
You smiled widely, “I was just heading to the Guildhall.” you said, taking his appearance in, “You look different, Gendry.”
Gendry laughed happily. His laugh hasn’t changed either. “I wish I could say the same for you,” he said, “but you’ve always been gorgeous.”