#;robb

[aryaorarentya]

[ arya’s instagram ]

aryaintrouble ft. @wintertownsfinest @starksansc @jcnstark @thegendrybaratheon

[inprometheanfire-archive]

He shouldn’t have asked him to come over. He shouldn’t have brought up his family at all. But it’s too late now because Robb’s here, standing outside his front door and expecting Ade to let him in. Cracking a smile, he opens the door just a little as if testing whether Robb really intends on coming into the small house or not, hoping that he’ll decide against it and agree to meet up later at another place, somewhere better, nicer. This neighborhood’s not exactly picture perfect. Sure, it’s decent enough, but instead of houses it’s rows of manufactured homes with 4x4 backyards and chain link fences in the front. He’s lived here ever since his parents adopted him, bringing him into their house when he was barely 4 years old. The houses looked better back then, he remembers. Everything’s different now. “It’s early,” Ade says, opening the door so he can step outside. He’s hoping Robb won’t be so insistent this time. “But we can still get something to eat if you want.”

@ofimaginarybeings

[aryaorarentya]

robb: do you ever want to talk about your feelings, arya?

arya: no.

sansa: i do.

robb: i know, sansa.

sansa: i'm sad.

robb: i know, sansa.

[choserage]

🤝- robb @ ana

@anoddbunch | meme.

    gaze falls on the hand around her wrist, light as air while still keeping her in place. a dangerous thing to do when any onlookers could get the wrong impression yet pulling away felt more harmful. like she would be rejecting him somehow and that was far from what she wanted.      quite the opposite actually, she wanted to be much closer to him and for a moment she could almost glimpse the same feeling in him. that same desire and need to be in each other's presence regardless of what it would mean or what others would say makes her breath catch, entire body stilling and thoughts of retreat momentarily forgotten.       "we can't..you know we can't."    weak protests to make when she hasn't made any attempts to pull away from him, she's aware of this yet if she didn't say them then she'd forget why they couldn't. his family was well known and he deserved a match that fit his place in society.

[inprometheanfire-archive]

*leaves flowers at Fiona's door* - robb (wut)

“ -- again?”

[wcrg]

“Let’s check that noise out.”

➳ accepting

Excitement filled the boy at his brother’s words. Bran had always known their basement was haunted. Always. Robb’s words had only confirmed such things. Jumping out of bed, wolf teddy in hand, the three year old toddled along after his big brother. Silently, he crept down the stairs, hushing himself as he moved. “Wobb! Wait for me!” Bran whispered loudly, running after his brother, holding his hand up to be held as they stood near the basement door. Gazing up at his brother, Bran waited, wondering which of them it would fall to to open the door. Wide eyed, Bran continued to stare at Robb, sucking on his thumb nervously as he prepared himself to meet the terrors that hid within the basement of their home.