one fish, two fish, red fish, (blue fish)!!

[honorbends]

Who: The passengers of the Blue Fish and visitors!
Action: The Blue Fish!
When: It's a mingle for the month of January, losers!

[ mingle for the month for the blue fish, to meet up with new crew members, hash out stuff. come get free therapy from zuko, who has 100% put up a sign on his door saying 10 credits because allen owes him money. ]

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb finds himself right there between happiness and sadness. Gods, what must he say to Bran? I could not march for Winterfell, I got caught up in wearing a crown. Right before the cargo hold's entrance he stops, thinking. He had no excuse and he can feel his chest tighten a little.

I should have come for them.

Finally he steps into the doorway. He sees the small fox first but ignores it the second he lays eyes upon his brother.]

Bran...I...

[Normally the king in the north was a bit better with words but speaking is difficult when trying to hold back tears.]

Bran. [A shaking sigh escapes his mouth before he closes the distance in two large steps, lifting his brother up as if he weighs nothing.]

[summerschild]

[Bran is a bit startled to suddenly be lifted out of his chair, but he quickly tightens his arms around Robb's neck. It's a fierce, desperate embrace, filled with so many questions and curses and comforts and apologies.

Why did you leave? Why did you die? Never abandon us again.

A sob chokes him, and he muffles it against his brother's shoulder.]

Robb-

[Everything hurts. Robb is a ghost, and Brain failed him, and he never wants them to leave this place if it means being together.]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[All Robb feels is a terrible sense of guilt. It is hard to meet up with a brother that died back in Westeros. At the hands of Theon. He knows how much he has been crying into Jeyne's arms back then. How it had torn him apart.

And this tears him apart all over.]

Shh...it is well, Bran. We're...[A sob.] We're back together again... [As a family.]

It is all that matters. [And he sobs again, his shoulders shaking heavily as he does.]

[summerschild]

[Bran holds tightly, wishing he could stop Robb from crying. Robb hasn't cried in front of him before, not like this, and it makes his heart ache. He wants to fix everything, just reach into their world with one hand and stop Robb and Mother from getting killed.]

I lost Winterfell. I'm sorry, I'm-

[His own voice sounds horribly small.]

Maester Luwin said I was a good lord, but I couldn't stop the siege.

Sorry for the late!

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Oh gods no. If there is something Robb does not want to hear Bran say it is that. His hold only tightens and a new wave of tears follows.]

No. [He has to bite his lip before speaking again.] No, no, no. [Finally he shakes his head and dares to look at his brother, knowing very much that he looks like nothing more than a crying boy instead of the king he wants himself to be.] You have not been at fault. I should...

[It is all his own fault. His and his alone.]

I should have come for you. Now Theon... [He can't even say it. Gods, since when did I turn so craven.]

[summerschild]

[Bran's eyes widen, and he grips his brother's shoulders more tightly. Gods, he had forgotten. At his own distress over Robb's death, and that of their mother, he hadn't remembered the lie that spread after Theon's betrayal. Breathless, he scrambles for the right words.]

It's not true, not all of it. Winterfell burned, and a great many are dead. [A pain he still feels profoundly, every time he thinks of home.] But Rickon and I were not among them.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[While Bran speaks Robb’s eyes become a little bigger and he can feel hope growing inside of him. They were alive? All that time? A small smile appears on his face and he is aware of a certain sort of hope. Not all is lost. His brothers are alive, the Freys are on his side again.

And right after he realized that the questions start to rise. After a short sniffle he starts to furiously wipe his eyes again with one hand, holding on to his brother with the other.]

Have you escaped? Where have you stayed?

[Finally he moves to wrap both arms around Bran again.]

Our lady mother would be so glad to hear of this!

ahhh i thought i'd answered this oops

[summerschild]

[And in that heartbreaking moment, Bran realizes that Robb doesn't know. He has mourned all this time over Bran and Rickon, but he doesn't know of his own end. The truth sticks in Bran's throat, and he chokes back grief to return his brother's embrace.]

We hid in the crypts for days, and fled to the north when we were able. Rickon made for Skagos with a trusted friend, where he'll be safe and hidden, and I'm with Howland Reed's children. They thought it best that we separated. Theon Greyjoy knows we escaped, and he killed two other boys to trick everybody. He'll be looking for us, still.

<3

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb holds on tight. It is the best news he has gotten in a while. His brothers are alive! Both of them. Of course, it still does not change the fact that Theon is a traitor and that he has driven a large knife into Robb’s back, but...mayhaps his former best friend never dared to kill his brothers. It could very well be that he is not that foolish.

When Bran starts to speak again he loosens his hold a little, not really bothered to wipe his tears away this time. He looks every bit like the sixteen year boy he actually is.]

Theon will not ever have his hands on you. [A pause.] Where are you heading? I would not advice to go to Karhold. I had to take lord Karstark’s head for treason. And gods forbid, not the Dreadfort. [Despite the messages he has gotten from lord Bolton’s bastard. It would be best for Bran to stay with the Reeds.

At least...until it hits him. North? Further North? The Wall?]

Are you heading to The Wall? To Jon?

[summerschild]

[If it will please Robb to think so, then Bran will let it be. He would be far safer with Jon, and none of his siblings will understand what it is he's really going North for.]

Yes. It was Meera's idea.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb smiles a little and nods afterwards. He figures they’d be safe with Jon.]

When you arrive send me a raven. I will send men to fetch you. [He could not come on his own, he had to rid Deepwood Motte from Ironborn.] They will bring you to Riverrun.

[summerschild]

[Bran nods obediently, his heart secretly breaking. He will never arrive at the Wall, and Robb will not be alive to receive a raven.]

I will.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb smiles broadly and can’t help to feel relief.]

Good. I will send my closest men so there will be no reason to not trust them. [He could send the Smalljon. Or lady Mormont.] Worry not, it will all be well.

[He ruffles Bran’s hair briefly and finally takes a step back.]

Shall I leave you be?