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driftfleet2016-06-01 05:38 pm
kingofbadlifechoices) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-01 05:38 pm
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Who: Robb Stark & others
Broadcast: yes
Action: also!
When: Between the 29th of May and the 1st of June
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I wish to know who have been informed about the matters that will occur at the Twins.
You have my thanks.
Signed
Robb Stark
[Blue Fish]
[Robb Stark has been quiet after he has gotten the news from his siblings. Not that he forgot about his duties as head of security, not at all. He just gets up when people are still asleep and he returns when they are awake. The weapons inside the weaponry are always cleaned and so is the floor.
At night he sometimes sneaks out to get a bottle of soda out of the cold box, just so he could drink it until he had to piss and until his tongue would feel numb from all the tingles. Still, Robb is in no way a master in sneaking around. Eventually he will bump into a crewmate and eventually he should have conversations and eventually he would get questions...
Still, most of the time Robb is inside his room, not in a mood to be surrounded by people. Of course, he is sure he finally snaps out of it, like he also managed to stop sobbing over his father’s death to make plans to bring justice to those who caused it. He is also quite positive that he will finally manage to take action. To send letters to those who matter, to pick up his lady mother and throw her out of the window for the sake of her surviving a plunge into the Trident. Mayhaps he could thrust a knife through lord Frey’s twisted heart as some sort of revenge for such a vile scheme.
But for now he likes to spend most of his hours alone.]
[When Robb finds Theon he does not wait until the other would start his idiotic remarks. He approaches him fast with a grim expression on his face. Before Theon can speak Robb takes hold of his collar and shoves him against the wall of the ship.]
Do you wish to be forgiven for your treason, turncloak?
[He hisses the words as he speaks, looking Theon straight in the eyes.
Gods, he hopes the other says yes. And he hopes even more that he can trust him with this. Theon and trust barely go together in one sentence.]
[When he arrives he is rather quiet and he looks quite tired. His hair is a bit more messy than it usual is and it shows that he hasn’t slept well. In his hands he holds a couple of letters, carefully folded and sealed with wax from a candle. Above the seal he has scribbled the weapon of his house.]
Lady Granger... [He rolls his shoulders a little before he points the letters out to her.] ...I need you to...send these to Westeros. With...a spell. The way you explained me earlier. They need to be sent to different places.
[After those words he unfolds the piece of paper that is not a letter. He has drawn a map of Westeros onto it.]
I do not wish to hear about the impossibilities of it all. Unless it will not harm you I want to try. It is of great importance that we try. At the least.
[He would like it that his goodfamily would know of the disgusting pact lord Frey has made with Bolton. And his lady wife needs to be safe as well. And the rest of the North.]
Broadcast: yes
Action: also!
When: Between the 29th of May and the 1st of June
[text; open to all]
I wish to know who have been informed about the matters that will occur at the Twins.
You have my thanks.
Signed
Robb Stark
[Blue Fish]
[Robb Stark has been quiet after he has gotten the news from his siblings. Not that he forgot about his duties as head of security, not at all. He just gets up when people are still asleep and he returns when they are awake. The weapons inside the weaponry are always cleaned and so is the floor.
At night he sometimes sneaks out to get a bottle of soda out of the cold box, just so he could drink it until he had to piss and until his tongue would feel numb from all the tingles. Still, Robb is in no way a master in sneaking around. Eventually he will bump into a crewmate and eventually he should have conversations and eventually he would get questions...
Still, most of the time Robb is inside his room, not in a mood to be surrounded by people. Of course, he is sure he finally snaps out of it, like he also managed to stop sobbing over his father’s death to make plans to bring justice to those who caused it. He is also quite positive that he will finally manage to take action. To send letters to those who matter, to pick up his lady mother and throw her out of the window for the sake of her surviving a plunge into the Trident. Mayhaps he could thrust a knife through lord Frey’s twisted heart as some sort of revenge for such a vile scheme.
But for now he likes to spend most of his hours alone.]
[When Robb finds Theon he does not wait until the other would start his idiotic remarks. He approaches him fast with a grim expression on his face. Before Theon can speak Robb takes hold of his collar and shoves him against the wall of the ship.]
Do you wish to be forgiven for your treason, turncloak?
[He hisses the words as he speaks, looking Theon straight in the eyes.
Gods, he hopes the other says yes. And he hopes even more that he can trust him with this. Theon and trust barely go together in one sentence.]
[When he arrives he is rather quiet and he looks quite tired. His hair is a bit more messy than it usual is and it shows that he hasn’t slept well. In his hands he holds a couple of letters, carefully folded and sealed with wax from a candle. Above the seal he has scribbled the weapon of his house.]
Lady Granger... [He rolls his shoulders a little before he points the letters out to her.] ...I need you to...send these to Westeros. With...a spell. The way you explained me earlier. They need to be sent to different places.
[After those words he unfolds the piece of paper that is not a letter. He has drawn a map of Westeros onto it.]
I do not wish to hear about the impossibilities of it all. Unless it will not harm you I want to try. It is of great importance that we try. At the least.
[He would like it that his goodfamily would know of the disgusting pact lord Frey has made with Bolton. And his lady wife needs to be safe as well. And the rest of the North.]
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What she wants to do is make the pain go away, but she can't do that. There's no magic in the world capable of it that wouldn't damage Robb in a way she couldn't possibly undo, and she had used the spells enough times to know she was proficient. She just couldn't. She couldn't take the pain away and know, without a doubt, that Robb was still himself. ]
No one wanted to tell you because they were happy, Robb. [ Her voice is soft and quiet even though it hurts a little to speak. ] Having you here makes them all so happy, and there's no undoing that. I know - I-I know it's painful, that it hurts, but they are happy. I've seen it when I've spoken to Sansa, when she talks about you, about her brother. They're glad you're here and not just because it means the future hasn't happened yet. They're glad you're here because they love you, so much.
[ She does too, but in a way that isn't the same - platonic love and familial love are different, after all, and she has to draw back to look at him, her breathing caught in her throat as she tries to manage herself somehow. ]
You can do more than that for them here, Robb. You can listen to them, and support them, and take care of them. If something happens you can be at their side, as their brother and someone they trust and love. If you feel as though you weren't there when they needed you before then be there now. We can't...
[ It sounds cruel to speak like this, and she hesitates before she continues. ]
We can't change the future, at least not like this, but we can work out what we're doing in the present. I know it's painful, and it's not what you want to hear, but - you can be there for them now, and if you drown yourself in thinking about these horrible things then you might never come back out. Do you understand? If it's all you let yourself think about then you'll lose sight of what's important, and that's you being here together, as a family, able to spend time with each other and love each other. You can't take that for granted.
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But the past cannot be changed. And could he truly change a future?
Carefully he places a hand on her back, fingers digging slightly into the fabric of her shirt. He sees the letters lying there and he sees the awkwardly drawn direwolves. All pleas and plans. Formal letters. Declarations of war. And amidst all of those there is a letter to Jeyne.
And that is the only letter that matters. Its a letter from Robb to someone he loves, not a letter from the King to his subjects.]
I will not. [A shuddering sigh comes from his mouth before he presses his forehead against Hermione's shoulder, watching tear drops falling down between them. Some land on her shirt and some on his. Some even make it to the ground. And then he finally looks up, eyes searching her face.] I will not abandon them again. [He shakes his head and for a moment he gazes at the letters again.
The world seems to spin a little when he takes a step again and he realizes that he is so tired that he could fall asleep right on the spot.]
My la...Hermione...just send this one... [He holds up the letter to Jeyne.] It is from me to my lady wife. [After that he laughs breathlessly.]
Gods, I am so bloody tired, lady Granger...Hermione...
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Robb lets himself hold her and Hermione breathes out, gentle as she strokes her fingers through his hair, trying to calm him and offer him whatever he needs without words. She knows it's not going to be easy, that this is going to hurt him for a long, long time, but there's no avoiding it. It was something he was always going to have to face, and he can't escape that.
He cries and Hermione wells up, squeezing her own eyes shut as she wraps herself around him and holds him, squeezing at him and not wanting to let go. Oh, she loves him, loved the man she knew in the Drabwurld and the softer version here, cares about him so much that she thinks her own heart is going to break. It'll get better, it has to, but until then she can be here to take his pain away. She can be here to support him in whatever he needs.
She is careful and resolute when he looks her in the eye and she smiles weakly, her own cheeks damp from the tears that had fallen for him, and for his family. ] No, you won't. You're going to be amazing, Robb, and I believe in you.
[ Shifting forward, Hermione tucks herself under his arm, settling there so he can lean against her even as she begins to urge him to walk towards the bed. ]
I'll make sure it gets to her. I swore, Robb, and - I'll find a way, if no one else can.
[ Reaching the bed, she nudges him forward, voice careful and quiet. ]
Lie down and rest. I'll be here when you wake up, okay?
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When she pulls back he can see the tears she has shed as well and finally he reaches out carefully, eyes slightly narrowed.] You do not have to shed tears for me... [He uses his thumb to wipe them away in a slow manner.] I will try to be. [Somewhat of a smile appears around his lips. It is small and a little sad but it is at least something.]
I trust you will do so. [While he says that he gazes at her for a moment. Could he sleep here? It would be convenient. Just to be able to have a quiet sleep. Not having to face others on the ship with all their questions and assumptions.] You have my thanks. [Finally he moves to wipe his eyes.] If there is anything I can do for you, let me know and I shall make it happen.
[Before sitting down on the bed he squeezes her arm softly.]
I cannot thank you enough.