skype chat/call → shireen (29 september 2012)
[ It’s been two days, and Shireen is honestly quite surprised by how easily her life falls back into place after talking to Rickon. There is the constant worry for him, naturally, that accompanies her thoughts for her father and mother. She isn’t quite sure when Rickon became that important, but despite everything, he was still a friend. There had been many moments where her finger hovered over the chat box in Skype, but there is being a friend and there is intruding.
Shireen doesn’t want to cross the line. She doesn’t want to lose another friend.
She is lying on the bed, small white Pomeranian that fits perfectly on top of her stomach, curled up in a little ball. A small weight that is warm and reassuring. The dog huffs softly at the opened laptop by her side table and she grumbles, lifting her head up only slightly before she does a double take. There is a yellow highlight on her open Skype tab and she sits up quickly, fumbling with the wires for a moment before she settles with positioning it on top of her pillows, lying on her stomach with the dog settling down on the small of her back. ]
message : hey! yeah, i’m here :)
[ The smiley looks almost too much, but she doesn’t know what else to use. What was appropriate text language for someone who just lost his father? ]
message : you wanna video call or is this a quick hi bye poke?
[Fuck. Well, no. He’s not nervous. But there it is — he couldn’t help but smile when the message pops up in the screen. The ding notification was enough to make his heart race a little. He knows this feeling: adrenalin, but less… less like wild fire and more like a subtle spark. Shaggy lets out a small yelp and Rickon looks down at him, gives him a disapproving look.
Quick hi bye poke or video call?
He thinks of the answer, hands hovering just above the keyboard but never truly touching. A quick hi bye poke would make him seem cool, indifferent. Why, he wonders, is he even thinking about this? He lets out a soft growl from being too frustrated and annoyed at himself and continues typing. Fuck it]
message: i thought u wanted to Video call
[He looks at the faint reflection through the computer screen. He wonders if his hair was sticking up in different directions. Does he even care if it is? Does she? No one cares. It’s fine.]
message: :)












