So today I found an old school notebook that had somehow slipped under my bed at home, and I decided to flip through it to see if there was enough unused paper to justify recycling it for next semester, and I wound up finding something I had assumed long-lost.
It’s a really, really early draft of Calamity Jane and Maura’s first kiss, totally different from the one I wound up using. I think I’d only written like ten or twelve chapters by this point, and I was just fooling around with some ideas, and one impossibly dull lecture led to me writing this during the occasional note-taking…
Cutting Room Floor: Some more teen Cat x Cersei
It was a tie between toxic Cersei/Margaery and teen Cat/Cersei. So I’m going to do both. Teen Cat/Cersei first. Their first night together at Riverrun, and other “firsts”. streepytime I swear I was gonna work in that super-cute headcanon you sent me but it turned out to be going a different way, but I’m gonna put that in another thing somewhere else because I do like it. its-ice-and-fire cozcat valonqaring ladynoblesong and anyone else who was into the teen Cat x Cersei… enjoy! :)
The air smelled of summer, of green leaves, dew, sweetgrass, and ripening fruit. The studded sky unfurled itself over hill and tree, the wind’s breath soft on their cheeks. Spark-moths winked their little white-gold lights among the trees. It felt good to be back at Riverrun, but it felt like something even more than home to have Cersei with her. They rode side by side, the moonlight catching on their hair and skin. Her tawny mare knew the way to the falls, so Catelyn let her eyes rest on the lovely shape of Cersei beside her, slender and strong, the smile on her silky lips, the proud arch of her back.
They’d ridden out in the dark, taking a soft trot out of the stables so as not to attract attention. Catelyn had expertly tacked the horses, unhindered by the fullness of her skirts, loving the warmth of Cersei’s eyes on her. She could almost wrap herself in it, wear it like a cloak. Before they mounted their horses, they kissed once, long and delicious, and it made Catelyn’s cheeks flush, made her heart leap and stumble and land flat on its face and gather itself up again, clumsy and valiant. It made her breath hitch in her chest and all her tenderest places ache to be touched. I thought I was virtuous, she laughed to herself, until someone actually awakened desire in me.
Cersei was tense and furtive, looking over her shoulder repeatedly as they rode. Catelyn drew her horse alongside and smiled. “We are not at Casterly anymore, my honeysuckle. My father does not have me followed about the grounds as yours does. The night is ours.”