Jon Umber

RP account for Jon 'Smalljon' Umber for Blood & Glory.

[tgreyjoys]

☏ - jon umber - phone call - august 24th

[tgreyjoys]

Yeah, he told me. [He rakes his hand through his hair with a sigh.] I think that must be the last time we spoke too. And I’m…sorry for that. Wasn’t really fair. [He huffs a half-hearted laugh.] All this over something that happened fucking years ago. I’m a twat, plain and simple. It doesn’t really matter anymore, I guess. Everything’s so bloody fucked up now. Do you think you’ll come home?

[He laughs at that, feeling a little more at ease. Funny how much apologising could do for your nerves. He should try it more often.]

I don’t want to admit one of us. I’d say he learnt soon enough after I boxed his face in anyway.

[He licks his lips. Is he really doing the right thing here?]

I mean…you don’t have to, if you don’t want to. But I do think he’d appreciate the Sansa thing. He’s worried sick.

[smalljon]

Nah, it's alright... And, I don't know? I wish I could; mostly for her sake though, I can tell she really misses home. I've been trying to ring my dad but he's been so busy with everything that's happening I don't think he could be of much help.

[He smiles in spite of himself after remembering Robb and Theon's stupid little feud. What a happy bunch they made.]

No, I do! Fucking hell if I could just make everything go back to normal I would, but for now I just want us all to be mates again; or at least just not hate each other, you know? [He stands up and starts pacing back and forth the length of his office] I hate not talking to you wankers, and I am sorry about how things unfolded with the whole Sansa thing but, fucking hell, Greyjoy I'm in love with her. I've never been more serious about anything in my life and I just- [he sighs, his posture dropping in defeat] I just want him to know that I'm taking of her as much as she'll let me.

[tgreyjoys]

☏ - jon umber - phone call - august 24th

[tgreyjoys]

[Theon’s lips quirk into a smile. He really shouldn’t find this as amusing as he is doing – Robb was his boyfriend, his loyalties lay firmly with him. Still. Jon’s nervous babbling is impossible not to find endearing. And so he finds himself saying - ]

It’s fine, I won’t say anything. Well. He’d probably want to know how she is… [He pauses. Should he really say this? Part of him really thinks it may be best.]

Maybe you should call him. I dunno. He might appreciate at least someone in that bloody country cares how Sansa is… Even if you didn’t…you know…exactly leave it on the best of terms. 

[smalljon]

Well that's an understatement, [he sighs, thinking about the last time he met with Robb face to face.] I did talk to him briefly after the stadium blew up, but I'm just- [he groans] Oh, for fuck's sake! Honestly, if you'd've told me ten years ago that I would be scared of Robb Stark I think I would've died of laughter! I mean you were there when he tried to have a go at that twat Mike Hall when we were in school. I mean, who the fuck taught him how to throw a punch?! I just... I-I don't know... [He lets his head fall back against the dark wood] D'you really think I should call him?

[smalljon]

[cosmicturner]

phone call - jon umber - september 3rd

[cosmicturner]

[She listens to the sound of him breathing through the blood, all ragged and wet. That broken nose is going to leave him with two black eyes if he’s not careful, and then what will the papers say? In the dark, she gathers her knees up to her chest, curling her free hand around one cold foot, as if she’s trying to convince her body that she’s less alone somehow. When she swallows, it’s almost like she, too, tastes blood.]

Of course I do. [Her voice starts to give her away. She’s still angry - still upset, with him, but the need to see him properly, loop her arms around his shoulders, feel his breath on her ear, is winning out almost every other feeling stored in her bones.

Their conversation has become polluted by their time spent apart, Sansa realises. Their turns of phrase are so polite, like he’s asking her out for the first time - like he’s hardly even him, but some guarded, girded individual. This is what the Lannisters have done to her - to them. And it’s happened so quickly, so quickly she can barely stand it.]

I’m sorry I walked out on you. [Tears strum up in her throat again.] None of this would have happened if I’d just… [She stops. Penance isn’t going to help anything.] Please, promise me you’ll go to the hospital.

[smalljon]

[Stronger men would find a way to comfort Sansa through the phone. But Jon didn't feel particularly strong that night; in fact, he's never felt more defeated and weak than when her voice started to break at the other end of the line.]

No, no, don't cry, it's my fault. It's all my fault. [His own words sound strained as he pushes them through the growing lump in his throat.] I'll go to the hospital, I promise. I'll call Jon if that makes you fell better just- [His voice catches and his eyes start to water slightly. He holds back the tears though; he has to be strong for her.] Just promise me you won't cry, alright? [He frowns and stares intently at his bruised fists before he finally spits out the words.] I love you.

[tgreyjoys]

☏ - jon umber - phone call - august 24th

[tgreyjoys]

[He can’t help but snort - he hadn’t failed to notice Jon’s cut-off greeting, and he’s pretty sure who he thinks was calling. It puts him a little more at ease, at least, and he leans back in his chair, folding one arm over his stomach.]

Expecting someone else or do you just miss me that much? [He chews his lip, wondering what to say. It’s been so bloody long since they spoke - does Jon even know where Theon is?] 

Not much. Well. Maybe a little. Dunno if you heard but I’ve kind of taken up residence in your hometown. [He gives a weak chuckle.] Long ass story. How’ve you been keeping?

[He hesitates.]

I saw Sansa’s interview last night. How is she?

[smalljon]

He chuckles humourlessly and starts wrapping the broken spring of his stapler around his pen. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this nervous talking to Theon of all people.

Yeah, I heard some of that... I've been- er... I've been good. Sansa's good company... [He pauses and catches himself as soon as he realizes he's talking to Robb's boyfriend now. He just couldn't leave room for any kind of misinterpretation now, could he?] Not in that way! Not that she's, you know, bad- fuck! [He bangs his head against the table and groans] Please don't r tell Robb.

[He sighs and rubs his his hand across his face] But yeah, she's been better... For now I'm just trying to keep her mind off of it but all in all she has been handling it really well. [He can't help the smile that breaks into his face] I mean, she is made out of harder stuff people give her credit for.

[tgreyjoys]

☏ - jon umber - phone call - august 24th

[Theon’s been fiddling with his phone for what must have been twenty minutes now, twirling it in circles on the table in front of him, pausing every so often to pick it up and unlock it before dropping it back on the table with a sigh.

He’s not sure this is such a good idea but - he’s worried and fuck, a pretty large part of him really wants to. He knows he shouldn’t but he really does miss Umber’s company. He’d been his best friend, after Robb, once and throwing that all away over a stupid one night stand, a ridiculous fight over someone else’s sister… There was no word for that really, other than just plain stupid.

Fuck it. At least if anything, Jon would know how Sansa was, better than anyone. And if it meant finding out how he was too, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?

He picks up his phone this time, even manages to open his contacts. He hesitates for a moment, before hitting Jon’s number with a curse. He wonders if the other man will even answer.

It takes a couple of rings, but he does.]

Alright, Umber? It’s Greyjoy, if you’ve forgotten the sound of my voice.

[smalljon]

[In the four hours that Jon sat in front of his computer he managed to beat his candy crush score, browse through Sansa's profile pictures three times, googled himself, and opened an old excel document with stats dated two years ago once his secretary came in with the accustomed cup of tea.

With everything that was happening, concentrating in one's work was a task best left for those with actual knowledge of what they were doing.

Jon sighs and leans back into his chair. He considers ringing Sansa for the sixth time that morning but his mobile starts to vibrate and he picks it up without bothering to check who's calling.]

Hey bab-

[He freezes as soon as he hears Theon on the other end]

I... Yeah. I mean no, I haven't, I- [He fumbles around grabbing things off his desk for no reason and stops once his stapler falls and breaks.] What's up?

[cosmicturner]

text message - jon umber - september 3rd

[cosmicturner]

[It falls within her only now, like a pebble hitting water, that her emotions in the last hour have spun from joy to despair, but never anger. But still… she must be angry at him, because she feels something holding her back from spilling everything about Petyr and the chance to leave. 

How can I trust you? she thinks, feeling her voice catch in her throat. How can I trust anyone? She did not even have the luxury of taking the risk, not now when the stakes were so great. But another argument raged within her - Jon would not have come, would not have taken a beating, if he was not already drunk and torn apart by remorse. She’d left him and his home on the principle of his having lied to her, not because he was unequivocally a ‘liar’.]

Jon, I- [She wants so badly to trust. She stands at the edge of it and feels herself topple over it, lowering her voice back to a whisper.] Well… perhaps… I can’t say much. 

Are you going to the Martell’s gala? There’s a chance Cersei will take me with her… we could talk in person there?

[smalljon]

[He breathes in deeply, not even flinching when the pain of a broken nose hits him full on. It was best not to let their guard down, he supposes. At this point he wouldn't put anything past the Lannisters.]

Yeah, no, you're right- we should... [He trails off, not really sure about what they should do, which wouldn't have been good for his spirits had she not asked him if he was going.

She wants to see me, he sat straight up and nodded eagerly, ignoring the wave of nausea that came with the sudden movement.] Yeah, I-I'll be there... We, er... could talk and, yeah, definitely. I-I'd love to see you... [He shook his head and mouthed a curse at how pathetic he sounded.] If- That is, if you want me to come, of course...

[cosmicturner]

text message - jon umber - september 3rd

[cosmicturner]

[She can hear him trying to pull his composure together and it makes her stomach quake. That’s her burden - to be quiet and still whilst her head is raging and her body weakens. He should be the stronger of the two of them, unafraid of his humanity, his pain, his fear.]

Don’t worry about me - please. [She doesn’t want to chastise him, but in truth, she’s partially in disbelief.] You just got your head nearly knocked in by Jaime Lannister! No one is going to hurt me here. 

[Tears threaten her breathing again and she exhales, softly, trying to rope herself in.]

Jon. Please tell me you’ll go to A&E. Please. If you do… I promise I’ll- [She has very little of anything to barter with at the moment, and Sansa could never much negotiate with him anyway. What she has got is threatening to pricklier folk. The Lannisters would not like her complacency and the Baratehons would not care for her disobedience. But Jon wouldn’t care. He’d proved that enough by climbing the garden fence and throwing rocks at her window. He didn’t care about anything, anymore, except for her. It should have been encouraging, but it only made her all the more frightened.]

Just please go. For me. And I’ll find a way to get out of here. I… I met someone who might be able to help…

[smalljon]

He only realises he'd been holding his breath once she gives up on her bargain. You fucking idiot; what did you expect? I'll get back together with you? Forget all the shit you did because you got beaten by Jaime sodding Lannister? He tightened his jaw, pulled the phone away from his ear and cursed silently in frustration. He was pissed off, tired and hurting all over, and while under normal circumstances Sansa's voice would've worked wonders for his temper, that night it was doing the exact same opposite. It was reminding him of what he could not have, the fact that he couldn't keep his promise and get her back home.

It was selfish, he knew, but hearing that someone that wasn't him was able to help her made him feel like a useless fool.

"Who-,"he cleared his throat, willing the moisture back into his eyes and the knot to retreat down his throat. Man the fuck up, Umber. "That's... that's brilliant, San." He rubbed at his eyes with his index and thumb, and hangs his head down, suddenly feeling sick. "Is there a plan?"

[cosmicturner]

text message - jon umber - september 3rd

[cosmicturner]

[She claps a hand over her phone the minute it starts to ring. Sansa turned off all the lights in the little green guest room the moment Jaime had left the garden and buried her frightened tears in the curtains before she’d hissed at Jon from the window to get himself to a hospital.

Cersei and Jaime had disappeared and the house was silent, but that didn’t mean they’d gone to sleep. They were probably in the kitchen, or elsewhere. They were probably listening out for her. The phone’s on vibrate, but she doesn’t trust that to be quiet enough.

His voice is slurred when she puts the receiver to her ear. From the distance to the Lannister House garden to the window she’d really only assumed just how drunk he was, but his words in the hush of the taxi cab back-seat make the condition more pronounced.

Her face is tight with worry, her voice a whisper when she speaks.]

You’re not fine! You need a doctor! [Damn the war and damn her brother. Alys was dragged back to Scotland to coax his good image, so that meant there was no maternal safehouse anywhere in the city where she could tell Jon to go. If Alys were still here… Alys would look after him. Alys would look after them both.] 

[smalljon]

I do not! He pretends to sound better than he actually feels. There was only so much beating his ego could take. I'm more concerned about you right now; you need to get out of that place, ba- Sansa. He rasped out, pressing his temple against the cool and soothing surface of the window. Jon prayed she didn't him when he coughed up blood into his battered shirt.

[cosmicturner]

darling, i'm down and lonely | august 12th | sansa and jon umber

[cosmicturner]

If his smile hadn’t been so damn broad hers probably would have shrunk slightly. She’d be lying if she’d said that was exactly the sort of postscript she’d been expecting for the first time a boy had said he loved her, but she supposes her willingness to jettison that dream is exactly the reason why it’s him in the first place. He was childish and unserious but she needed just that. Cersei’s voice was still echoing in her head, though. A sweet poison, she’d said. Only Jon could make her forget it. 

Sansa grabbed his hands from her backside, her quickness half-admonishing as she laced her fingers through his.

“That isn’t very gallant,” she said, dryly, pushing his hands back so he sat down on the edge of the bed. She felt tired enough that she could have easily just sunk into the pillows and curled up for the rest of the long, hot day - but that would be weak. That would be letting Cersei get to her. She refused to let that happen. Not when she had someone who loved her right there in front of her and her skin was begging for some air now beneath the folds of her dress. She untangled her hands from Jon’s and curled her fingers around the hem of her skirt instead. Her body felt cool and refreshed as she pulled the dress off over her head and shook out of her hair. She was pleased to see she had wiped the smile off his face now. She felt powerful. The antithesis of the shamed little girl with too much sugar in her tea, facing off a lioness. 

She sank down into his lap, her knees against the mattress and her arms around his shoulders. Her eyes flicked across his face and her lips curled in satisfaction as she took in his expression. 

“You know I like to be traditional.” She cocked her head and pulled him up to a kiss.  

[smalljon]

Ever since that first night they’d barely managed to keep their hands off each other. Spending entire days in a confined space such as his bedroom left little else to do with one’s time. Or rather, Jon wouldn’t let the chance to make love to his girlfriend pass him by.

And who could blame him, really? When she spent her days strutting around the flat in outfits that were constantly testing his self-restraint. She pretended to be oblivious to his hungry stares when she was being particularly malicious in her quest for his complete and utter surrender; but Jon knew better. Sansa’s actions may appear to be entirely innocent but he’d always catch the quirk on her lips that gave away her more mischievious intentions.

“Yeah, I suppose you are,” he grinned as his hands trailed slowly up her bare sides and made a quick work of the hook on her bra. “That doesn’t mean you should turn away the chance for a little experimentation.” He winked before slipping out his tongue to kiss her exposed breast, relishing in the sigh of pleasure that enflamed his gut as soon as it met the skin of his earlobe.

[cosmicturner]

text message - jon umber - september 3rd

MESSAGE: are you alright???

MESSAGE: please answer

MESSAGE: you are so stupid

MESSAGE: i told you not to come - they have guards

[smalljon]

Message: he go tth eowr st of i t

Message: on my way to ht e hosptial

Message: i lov 

[RINGS]

Jon winces as the car lurches forward and the frantic cabbie shouts something about getting blood on the seat. He barely manages to hold the cellphone to his ear, after realizing both his hands seem to be broken.

'M fine. He moans when he presses too hard on his bruised temple. He got the worst of it anyway. He laughs drily which makes him double over in pain.

[laheying-deactivated20140221]

Stop Ruining My Life  → Sophie Turner (+hair porn)

[alys-karstark]

Text Message - Jon Umber [August 22nd]

[alys-karstark]

Message: You should tell her.  Especially if she’s going to find out anyway.  But even if she isn’t, you should tell her. Like, I told Jon that we slept together in June.  Honesty and then damage control.

Message: You didn’t cheat on her, right?  How bad could it really be.

[smalljon]

Message: See the thing is it's a bit more delicate than that? I didn't just shag some random bird and this could come back to bite her in the arse as well... Not to mention me.

Message: And I know! I know I should tell her but things are so ni only starting to get back to normal and fuck I know she'll hate me if I tell her anyway

Message: Oi! Of course I didn't! I could n I lov You know I wouldn't do that. Especially not to her.

[alys-karstark]

Text Message - Jon Umber [August 22nd]

[alys-karstark]

Message: Sansa, then me, then your mama, then Jana?

Message: Nope (:

[smalljon]

Message: yeah something like that

Message: nvm you're not my favorite person now

Message: Ugh i just... slept with someone a while ago and I kinda didn't tell anyone about it because well it's a big deal considering who she is and now she's spending time with Sansa and I know I should tell her but I can't cause then she'll hate me and think i'm disgusting and break up with me but this all happened before I even met her! But I did sleep with her so it's kind of a big deal even though i don't want it to be, you know?

[alys-karstark]

Text Message - Jon Umber [August 22nd]

[alys-karstark]

Message: You thought I meant Sansa?  And here I was talking about your housekeeper Gianna. (:

Message: Well now you really have to tell me.

[smalljon]

Message: Hey! She's like the fourth most important show some respect

Message: It's Jana btw, she gets really pissy when I misspell her name

Message: you're not dropping this are you?

[gerrisdrinkswater-blog]

Text - Jon Umber - August 19th

[gerrisdrinkswater-blog]

message: were u thinking it

[smalljon]

Message: well clearly YOU were ;)

[alys-karstark]

Text Message - Jon Umber [August 22nd]

[alys-karstark]

Message: All right Umber, but only because I love you.  At some point you’re gonna have to tell someone though, so if it isn’t me, you should probably tell the other most important woman in your life, okay?

Message: Please if my boyfriend was naked behind me do you really think I’d be texting you?

[smalljon]

Message: I sure hope not

Message: well... i can't really talk to her about it? She doesn't know... No one does I think? I hope?

Message: Fuck you're making me talk too much again