[starkmatriarch]

“You were in a car crash?” Kate looked the man up and down as if inspecting for evidence, before realising that if there were any blatant proof of his injuries, he wouldn’t exactly be walking around. “It wasn’t very serious, I suppose….?” If his greatest concern was that the other driver had been forced to pay for the damages, then surely it couldn’t have been drastic?

She paused, thinking a moment before giving voice to the question which was burning on her tongue, “Do I…..do I make you– do I make you feel nervous?”

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“A few months ago,” Jon confirmed, lips turning downward in a frown as he recalled the death of his beloved car.  “It was totalled.  Better the car than my passenger though.”  He’d nearly caught himself saying ‘girlfriend’ and while that was rather much the truth, for some reason he didn’t feel like opening up that conversation quite yet. 

Do I make you feel nervous?  Jon usually thought he was decent at shielding his nerves, but not around Kate, and deep down he thought he knew the reason for it.  Part of him still denied what he knew to be true.  Fear was not the right word, because he knew no proper fear of the woman before him, but - “Yes,” he found himself saying honestly.  “though I can’t say why.” 

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@morelikehisfather

Egret had met up with Jon at the University Center. It was a calm day, a lot of the campus was empty due to it being holiday. Egret’s family didn’t live nearby, so unlike most students, she was still near the university - Near her boyfriend. So, she had texted him that she wanted to meet up and that she, herself, had made plans.

“Jon Grey, are y’ready for the day I ‘ave in store?” Egret asked playfully one she saw him. He had treated her on valentines day, and Egret felt that it was her turn to surprise him. 

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Uni holidays were some of Jon’s favourite times of the year, because he could finally get a good spot in the library (instead of scowling at people from distances for taking the seats he had privately and silently deemed his) and there were almost no lines to get food or anything else.  The food line was his least favourite thing, especially when he was hungry.  Egret’s text came just after he had tossed away the wrapper for a protein bar (did they ever actually do anything for him? he’d probably never know).  A warm smile flickered across his face.  Nothing like a car accident to bring two people together, he supposed.  

But he remembered something long ago, well before that.  Jon fidgeted slightly.  No, he didn’t want to think about those weird dreams, no matter what anyone told him.  Weird dreams, good dreams, dreams involving Egret, - well, those ones were all right, but some of the others... seven hells. 

Jon greeted Egret with a kiss and a touch of his fingertips to her arm; nothing intense, but what he hoped was sweet.   “I hope so,” he responded, teasing, “I’m looking forward to it.  Do I get to know anything in advance or is it all a surprise?”

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Egret raised her eyebrows, and while she wasn’t the type of woman to blush, she did bite her lip for a brief moment, trying not to smile too widely. “Ya’ didn’t ‘ave t’ do this, now I’ look like a shit girlfriend.” She teased as she took the gift and grinned at the movie.

“Oh, you ‘ave t’ watch this with me tonight. Or tomorrow. Whenever.” She opened the card as well and then smiled. “Such a proper gentleman.” Egret was a romantic, though she’d never admit to it, it was obvious as she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head against his chest. “I considered gettin’ ya’ somethin’, but I couldn’t think of something other than cologne, and I don’t mean t’ sound weird, but you have a familiar smell, I don’t want it to change. So I’m completely empty handed, an’ you made me look bad.”

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The moments in between when she first saw the gift and when she finally smiled and accepted it felt like aeons to Jon, but he was relieved when she seemed to like it. “You’re not a shit girlfriend,” he replied simply, unable to hide the smile as she read over the card.  

He squeezed her in a tight embrace and kissed the top of her head.  “And you didn’t have to get me anything.  I just sort of ... saw all those things and thought of you, so... er.”  Jon hadn’t given any thought to his smell (he disliked that word as he had showered this morning and hadn’t sweat enough to smell like anything) but his was a simple heart, so he was content enough just to see that Egret liked what he’d gotten her. 

“We can watch it whenever,” he shrugged.  “I don’t have anything due this week.”

[cerseilionesslannister]

She knows him. Knew him, rather, and not well – Cersei’s only memory of the boy comes from that brief visit to Winterfell, the one that seemed to kick-start the  tumult of her later years. But even now, that floppy hair and those  puppy eyes  strike Cici as entirely too familiar.  “I don’t think anyone’s used that  pay- phone  in centuries,” she says, glancing at the ancient technology on  street’s corner,  “but  sure. Hold on.” She riffles through her crimson satchel  ( one  of her own design ), searching for change. “Who do you need to call?”

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Jon could only frown in agreement at the woman’s statement; the payphone did indeed look as though it had seen much better days.  He sighed.  “Thank you -- I’m sorry for the trouble -- I need to call my flatmate Sam.  He’s off from work today and he can come give me a ride . . . we live just a few miles away.”  It wasn’t terribly far to walk, but the sooner he could get back to the flat and check for his wallet, the better he’d feel.  

[starkmatriarch]

He was nervous, she could see; nervous and awkward in equal measure, and Kate knew that she was the one to be the cause of it. He is remembering, she thought, knowing he would think back on the flashes of images, of moments, when Catelyn had Jon had come face to face, those rare times when they had been unable to avoid one another, and she had not hid her displeasure. She wondered if it would make him feel better if she explained herself and told him why she had felt as she did towards him, reminded him that she had never kept him from her children, never discouraged their affection? Or perhaps it was only excuses that would soothe no wound….it was strange, Kate could not imagine dismissing a child, but in her memories she could think of no other choice. 

“Erm…eating a lot….” She said with a small laugh. She sometimes wondered if the baby bump was as big as it was, or whether she was just putting on weight from all the midnight snacks she kept having. “I think Ned thinks the baby’s not human with the type of cravings I’ve been having….” As they reached the lift, she pressed the button and waiting, “How about you? How have…things been?”

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At Kate’s admission Jon’s eyes flickered downwards to the baby bump, nodding in a simple but informed manner.  ‘Ah,’ it was as if to say.  Did he even have a right to comment upon it?  He remembered feeling very hesitant in speaking to her at all, though he knew that, rationally, he’d no reason to feel that way right now.  Regardless - the nerves in the centre of his chest felt like they did when he’d had too much caffeine, and he just wanted to move around until it went away. 

“I guess that means they’re healthy,” he said of the baby.  Jon tugged one hand through his messy curls.  “Um - I’ve been all right - mostly just . . . university stuff . . . I was in a car crash a little while ago,” he said for lack of anything else interesting to say.  “But it was the other guy’s fault, so he’s paying for the repairs.  There’s that at least...” 

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-pokes head in- ah yes.

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@kissedbyfire-wildling

  He held the gift out awkwardly, almost certain this was too silly to bother with.  Jon hadn’t gotten anything over the top - just a card, some chocolates, and a movie he knew Egret liked but didn’t have on her shelf.  (Okay, he’d gotten a dinner reservation too...  and maybe a stuffed animal.  Jon hadn’t had a girlfriend before, he didn’t know what you were supposed to do with this sort of holiday.) 

  “Erm...”  holding it all out at her, he tried not to look as awkward as he felt.  “Happy Valentine’s Day?”

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handofhonor:

“yeah, do you mind if i come in?” ned asked, hands in his pockets. while it wasn’t that cold, it was just cold enough for a light jacket while others were bundling up because of the supposed cold. there as a reason for his visit and he would rather talk about it inside instead of our on his doorstep.

   “erm... sure.”  jon had heard what was going on for both ned and kate, but had had plenty enough to keep him occupied over the past month, between visiting his family, spending time with egret, and dealing with the insurance companies over his car since the accident.  he stepped back to allow ned inside and then looked disappointedly at his flat, which was still a bit of a mess. “sorry for the state of things,” he said morosely, “d’you ... want tea?”

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lady--catelyn-stark:

Kate tensed at the mention of the cult…Ned told her it wasn’t her fault, that she shouldn’t feel guilt, but she couldn’t bring herself to believe him. They were doing this for her sake, killing people for her, to bring her out, to coax her, to rid her of ‘enemies’. Didn’t that make her carry some of the guilt, some of the burden?

“Thank you…” She looked at the man before her, and remembered a boy, a boy who had been a threat because she had thought him someone he wasn’t…a threat to her children, a threat to her position, a threat to everything. Only he hadn’t been….he hadn’t even been a Stark at all, no more than Catelyn had been a Whent. “Do….do you want to come in?” She gestured to her apartment building across the road, keys in her hand.

The mild unease returned to collect like rainwater in the bottom of his stomach and Jon nearly excused himself as en route to somewhere else, although he had little at all to do.  Chewing his lower lip for a moment, he chose to settle the storm in his nerves and gave a small nod.  “Sure.  Thank you,” and he barely managed to stop himself from calling her ‘my lady.’ That was proper once - wasn’t it? - the memories were fuzzy and he still did not fully want to accept them.  The only thing he remembered clear as day was Egret -- Ygritte -- and a cave, and love and terrible loss. 

Jon cleared his throat.  It hurt too much to think of her right now, even if Egret was safe and recovering.  “Have you - er - been well otherwise?”

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“ How could he explain Ygritte to them? She’s warm and smart and funny,

                             and she can kiss a man or slit his throat. “

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{ @rosareginam

   He rushed to the platform with all the harried frenzy of a student who was never quite able to make it anywhere except the cafeteria on time - and stared longingly at the train as it departed without him.  For a few excruciating seconds, Jon only stared, shoulders slumped, panting from his mad dash, watching his way home disappear before his eyes.  I could call Sam... again, Jon reminded himself -- but he’d almost rather walk than be that friend one more time.

   “Story of my god damn life,” he mumbled, unaware that someone else was nearby enough to hear.

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{ @cerseilionesslannister

  “Excuse me,” he said awkwardly, approaching the stranger, “I -- I’ve lost my wallet and I need to call my flatmate for a ride home, but my phone’s gone dead.  D’you have a bit of change for the payphone?”  That would be his luck.  He remembered seeing his wallet on the doorside table in the flat he shared with his best friend Sam, and hoped he’d only left it there in his hurry, instead of losing it somewhere in the city.

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{ @lady--catelyn-stark (verse starter call.)

“I... heard about the people giving you grief with the Stoneheart thing.  For what it’s worth” -- coming from him -- “I’m sorry for it.”  By now he had remembered Kate as Lady Catelyn, and the coldness that had existed between the two of them.  He felt hesitant, uncomfortable, as if his shoes were a half-size too small, and he’d missed the last train and needed to walk home.  That was Jon - the other one - not himself - but he couldn’t put it away entirely... especially since he seemed to be running into his past every time he walked outside.

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... where be the icons of kit harington in mi-5, though?

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@outlawerofbeets

  “--do you need me to move?”  He hadn’t seen anyone else downwind when he’d lit up - and he liked this spot - but it was ingrained within Jon’s personality not to be rude or take up too much space.

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@oftarth wanted a verse starter.

  Jon had been late to begin with this morning - late getting out of bed, late getting out of the shower, late finding his train pass, and now he was too late to have reached the coffee shop on the corner in time to beat the morning rush.  He groaned as if in physical pain at seeing the line - he hadn’t managed breakfast at home - and this was the only place close enough to campus that he might still make it on time.  That he was still trying to figure out the sequence of dreams he’d started having ever since meeting Egret did not help him keep his schedule.  “You can go ahead,” he said to whomever was behind him in line, stepping aside, “I can’t wait.” 

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@handofhonor liked for a verse starter.

  “...” for a moment he could only stare at the man on his doorstep; it was cold (for southernerns) - but he was a northerner and wore only a thin hoodie. the wind bothered jon more than anything else, and even that, he’d long since grown accustomed to.  “ned - is everything all right?”