Not quite sure if this is what you wanted (BECAUSE THEY REFUSED TO TOUCH ONE ANOTHER :|) But...
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He found Lord Stannis Baratheon outside the maester's chambers, pacing back and forth. It had been three days since his daughter had taken ill, and it looked to Davos as if the young lord hadn't slept in the days since. His black hair looked more unkept than Davos had ever seen it, and his clothing was wrinkled. He also hadn't seemed to notice anyone else had entered the room.
Davos waited for a moment, before clearing his throat. "My Lord?"
Stannis stopped on the spot and turned to face the other man.
Davos continued on. "I was sent to inform you that Maester Cressen will be required to tend to the ravens on the morn."
Stannis said nothing. Davos pressed on.
"Despite the..." he paused, "circumstances, the maester has other duties, and there is little else that the man can do—" He stopped himself from continuing on. They both knew what he would say.
Stannis kept his gaze fixed on Davos before finally speaking. "I am well aware of the maester's responsibilities. Yet, Cressen—" He paused, moving his jaw from side to side. "Cressen said that the first few days are the most important if she is to—" He swallowed again, "if she is to fight off the infection. It is not always fatal in children."
There was a desperate look in his eyes, as though he wanted Davos to reassure him that somehow Shireen would survive, that it was no fault of his own, that he had loved her as any father should and not looked at her with disappointment, wishing that she could have been a son. But the both of them knew that Davos could never do such a thing. He could never lie.
And so, they stood in silence, eyes meeting one another. After the Gods knew how long, Stannis leaned against the wall, rubbing his temples.
"Cressen will tend to his other duties. You may leave, ser."
Yet, Davos did not move. Again, there was that strange flicker of desperation in the other man's eyes. "I said that you may leave."
Davos nodded. "Yes, my lord. But you did not say that I must."
And for a moment a faint flicker of a smile appeared across Stannis' thin lips.
"Do what you will, then."
For the rest of the night, he waited with him in silence.
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fill: small undertakings(Stannis + Davos, mostly gen)
Date: 2012-03-06 08:11 pm (UTC)---
He found Lord Stannis Baratheon outside the maester's chambers, pacing back and forth. It had been three days since his daughter had taken ill, and it looked to Davos as if the young lord hadn't slept in the days since. His black hair looked more unkept than Davos had ever seen it, and his clothing was wrinkled. He also hadn't seemed to notice anyone else had entered the room.
Davos waited for a moment, before clearing his throat. "My Lord?"
Stannis stopped on the spot and turned to face the other man.
Davos continued on. "I was sent to inform you that Maester Cressen will be required to tend to the ravens on the morn."
Stannis said nothing. Davos pressed on.
"Despite the..." he paused, "circumstances, the maester has other duties, and there is little else that the man can do—" He stopped himself from continuing on. They both knew what he would say.
Stannis kept his gaze fixed on Davos before finally speaking. "I am well aware of the maester's responsibilities. Yet, Cressen—" He paused, moving his jaw from side to side. "Cressen said that the first few days are the most important if she is to—" He swallowed again, "if she is to fight off the infection. It is not always fatal in children."
There was a desperate look in his eyes, as though he wanted Davos to reassure him that somehow Shireen would survive, that it was no fault of his own, that he had loved her as any father should and not looked at her with disappointment, wishing that she could have been a son. But the both of them knew that Davos could never do such a thing. He could never lie.
And so, they stood in silence, eyes meeting one another. After the Gods knew how long, Stannis leaned against the wall, rubbing his temples.
"Cressen will tend to his other duties. You may leave, ser."
Yet, Davos did not move. Again, there was that strange flicker of desperation in the other man's eyes. "I said that you may leave."
Davos nodded. "Yes, my lord. But you did not say that I must."
And for a moment a faint flicker of a smile appeared across Stannis' thin lips.
"Do what you will, then."
For the rest of the night, he waited with him in silence.