#rthqstarter

[reincarnatehqs]

@oftarnishedmemory

[ofwildlings]

where: the library 

for: @rthqstarter

gilly flipped through the book before her. it was something or another about history. “you ever think about if any of it’s real or not,” not her dreams, not her memories, in those she was firm in believing. it was everything else that felt like dreaming. “history is written with so many accounts but what does that truly even mean? if so many people witness the same thing does it really make it TRUE?” it was about now she started sounding a bit crazy to the wrong person, so gilly veered course. “sorry to babble, i’m reading too many bed time stories i suppose.” 

[ofbaratheon]

where: somewhere

for: @rthqstarter

“so i do hope this doesn’t come forth as RUDE--” god knows tommen didn’t mean to be, he had too many in his family who did have rude intentions for him to use his accidently. “but how do you feel? your ankle i mean.” he did understand when offering to carry someone it meant the whole entire distance BUT. he severely underestimated his own strength and was growing tired by the step.

[ofhightower]

where: coffee shop

for: @rthqsstarter

it was the sight of the police car right outside the tiny coffee shop and how it sent her heart REELING. if one of her children were being arrested ( again ) she would have known through a call, or witnessing it firsthand. none of them were minors any longer, and that man ( her husband, a part of her called him though the rest could not ) wasn’t around to make the instances vanish. “my instincts have thoroughly betrayed me.” alicent remarked with a grimace. “thanks to my children i cannot see an officer or their vehicle without concern.” concern for her children’s welfare, their life choices, among many things. 

[ofrickon]

rp: @rthqsstarter

location: coffee shop

“Am I that Rickon Stark?” He mused the question at the barista, and an imp like grin clouded to his features. “No, I’m the other Rickon Stark who’s wank of a brother decided to run for bloody president.” Not too much different then running for King, but back then they were at WAR. At least Robb had a good reason before, this time he was just being a prat. In all fairness to Robb though, Rickon often thought his siblings were quite commonly being a different type of fool, he just wished Robb didn’t do it so loudly. “Can I PLEASE get my coffee now?” He prompted. “If they manage to get my name wrong I’ll be impressed.”

[bloodofsalt]

roleplay: @rthqstarter

location: the mall

in all fairness theon did NOT expect to be met with a familiar face. not that he didn’t think about anyone else except well --- he didn’t think about anyone else. so when faced with a face that he knew, a face that if he remembered correctly ( and god knows if he does truly, his memory had blackouts at every turn, many self inflicted many not ) was not happy with him. PISSED OFF might be more accurate. it was what he did best after all. so it felt like the correct assumption to make that yes, he did piss them off. probably justifiably knowing his track record. “it needs mentioning, if you’re looking for vengence,” or justice, some would say. “i do have work today. so you’re welcome to giving me a wonderful excuse to miss.”