driftfleet | three twins mingle!

[Robb arrives late, not entirely comfortable with flying a small ship and that is exactly why it takes a little longer to dock the damn thing properly. He is not familiar with this ship at all and roams the hallways in silence. At least, that is until he sees Jon's back.]

Jon! [A broad grin appears on his face.] Ah! I have found you! [Robb is not sure if he is allowed to run in this space ship so he approaches his brother in some sort of half-running, half-walking way.]

[Yeah, you know what? Fuck walking. Jon is going to run straight at his brother and hug him because it's been a while, all right, he thought Robb was dead. Technically he is. Technically Jon's also dead. But, yeah, going right in for a hug straight off the bat.

Then, right in Robb's ear, in a low yet triumphant tone:] I told you I got taller.

[The moment he wraps his arms around his brother he realizes once again how much he has missed him. He chuckles while tightening his embrace and bursts out in laughter when Jon says that.]

Hah, very well...but I became better with the sword. [He takes a small step back so he can properly look at his brother.] Gods be good, you are really here! [And, indeed, still a little taller than him.] Ah...just... [And his arms are right back around Jon again to hug him for a second time.]

We'll see about that. [What is it about Robb Stark that brings out the competitive little shit in Jon Snow? But he grins, and nods.] Aye, I'm here. [And not dead. It's so weird.

The smile fades when Robb pulls him in for a hug again, and Jon clings on a little tighter than usual--as if he's a little scared that Robb might somehow disappear, were he to let go. It's an irrational fear, sure, but he holds on anyway. I missed you, you were dead, I missed you so much, I almost deserted for you--

He closes his eyes.]

You're all right?

[The grin on Robb’s face turns into a more mischievous one when Jon says that. It almost feels as if they are at Winterfell’s courtyard and about to start sparring with one another.] A fair warning, I have become far better over time. [Especially when it comes to hacking into flesh and cutting off heads during wartime.] Also, I will be unbeatable with a lance now. [But they had no lances and horses here... How much he would have loved to prove this to his brother.]

I can hardly believe my eyes. I thought I would never see you again.

[The embrace they share is a tight one and Robb sinks his teeth into his lower lip to prevent tears from rolling over his cheek. Of course, he wants to return home, but it is so great to be with his family again.]
I am as well as I can be. [He murmurs softly in reply.] And you, Jon?

Truly now? [But he's teasing, smiling in a way he hasn't smiled since--it's been a long time, since he smiled like this, wide and happy and carefree, mischievous and boyish, and it makes him look much younger, closer to his age, than his usual morose expression.] Did you find yourself a lance and a horse on your ship while I was at the Wall?

[He's missed teasing his brother. He's missed hugging his brother. He may be sniffling a little, but no one needs to know.]

Neither did I. I thought--[no, don't say it]--I thought I wouldn't either. [You were dead.]

I'm all right. As well as anyone can be, under the circumstances. [It's vague, but Jon's not really sure how to tell him, I was stabbed to death in a mutiny against me. He has a feeling Robb wouldn't take that news too well.]

I have not been a part of this fleet for a very long time. And, alas, space knows no horses...or lances. Just these foolish weapons called guns. [The look on his face is downright mischievous now.] But I still am the better swordsman. I will prove it the moment I will have my sword returned to me.

[Worry not, Jon, Robb suffers from leaking eyes as well and at times he uses the back of his hand to wipe his cheeks.]

Aye...and here we are amidst...space.

[He wants to ask Jon if he knows about Joffrey's death, about Tywin Lannister's death, about Sansa being at the Vale, about everything everyone knows of, except for himself. But just when he opens his mouth he closes it again.] Have they explained you what this is? That this is a...show? Meant for entertainment?

Then I hope you have it returned to you soon. I'd feel terrible beating you if you've fallen out of practice.

[Implying, of course, that Jon would not feel that bad otherwise. You shits. But at the mention of this whole thing being a show, his smile falls off. You had to remind him.]

Aye, I know. [He's so sour about it.] If you were to ask me, we'd make for poor entertainment. [Tell that to HBO.]

Have they given you a sword then? [Robb himself has left his sword outside of lord Frey’s great hall, it is not done to take a weapon to a wedding.] I have become better than I have ever was!

It is folly. [Robb shakes his head, disapproving of it all.] I do not see how this is entertaining either. Unless they want to get a laugh watching us surrounded by creatures who wear their armor underneath their skin. [Robots.] There are more urgent matters at hand.

three twins mingle!

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