#interview with the vampire#iwtv#the vampire armand#assad zaman
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robb, @prodigum's theon and @stags0n when @winterreigned walks in on them
anyone else love when i'm out of context?
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what? u saw ur dark ass hair?
"The way your brow furrows when you're thinking - it's cute."
flirting prompts / accepting / @stags0n
Nothing was quite as surprising as the friendship Robb had built with Gendry over the last months. Preparing for the long night had meant a lot of time spent together, and while the fallen king didn't know the first thing about forging, he was still interested in watching the man work and converse with him since he strangely was one of the few who wasn't his family that he could stand. It wasn't exactly a secret that Robb was not good company, gruff, rude and jaded, he nearly always had a glare glued to his face, arms crossed against his chest and a venomous tone dripping from his lips. The friendly and noble king that he once was just didn't exist anymore, and yet Gendry didn't seem to mind his earlier prickly side, for his continued presence chiseled away the stone that gave way to the young man that once was. Robb usually found himself smiling with the other, and it wasn't rare for him to even laugh.
He was just a different person around Gendry.
He was in deep thought, thoughts of battle strategy and worry over the days to come, Robb would often lose himself in said thoughts and yet Gendry's comment immediately gripped him and pulled him back from the brink of terror. Turning, his curls bounce on his head from the movement, steeled gaze settling on the smith before a hint of a smile curves at the corner of his lips. " You think I'm cute, bastard? " He jests, booted foot echoing against the stone floor as he steps closer.
" That's quite the switch. Most people think I look like I got trampled by a horse with my permanent frown. " His gaze drops from Gendry's face to his arms and hands and further down to the curve of his rear before rising again. " Keep it up. Then maybe I'll tell you what I think is cute about you. "
