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[edmuretullyofriverrun-blog]

Love Actually || Edmure and Robb

wintersxking:

“Yes, it has been. Although you can imagine how busy I am these days.” he chuckled, petting his uncle on the back. “You want something to drink?”

He laughed softly.  “Of course. I can imagine how difficult it is with a new child.”  Pulling away from his nephew, he looked into his face.  He was so grown up, and it made him feel slightly old.  “I wouldn’t mind a drink, no.  What do you have?” 

[edmuretullyofriverrun-blog]

"Uncle Edmure, come in!" -wintersxking (love actually)

He walked through the door, smiling as he moved to embrace his nephew.  “Hello, Robb.  It’s been a while.” 

[littlestarkpupx]

Oh my goodness, what's happened?

The Bad Man has kidnapped my Mummy and my poor big brother's wife is dead? What an eventful week!

[starkmatriarch]

Gone || Love Actually || May

The house was empty when Catelyn returned to it, after dropping Rickon off at his sleepover. Ned was still working, ad the other children all had their respective social lives to busy them, but they had all given her the phone call to confirm their safe arrival at their destination, though of course Catelyn rarely worried when Arya was having her lessons with Syrio. She doubted there were few places safer than in the man’s company, and it was a strange thing to feel trust for someone outside her family, and it was Sansa’s turn to walk the dogs, and in the company of several wolfhounds, she doubted anyone would go anywhere near her daughter.

Knowing Jeyne and Robb would back from their lamaze classes soon, the Mother in her could not help but tidy their bedroom a little, as though Robb were a little boy still. She collected the baby toys which presumably Shaggydog had scattered everywhere, and placed them in the cot. Hearing a slight noise from downstairs, she frowned in puzzlement but after hearing nothing further, she presumed it was one of the cats that occasionally found their way in, upturning milk and pans on the side. Sighing, she turned to go downstairs and see to the damage the feline was creating, when she felt the gloved hand go over her mouth. 

The scream she automatically uttered, came out muffled by the leather, and filling with fear she tugged and shifted and moved and pulled, knocking the back and forth, everything in the room toppling over as they bumped into it, before moving her mouth enough to allow herself to sink her teeth into the hand. She bit down hard, twisting and turning, and had his hands been uncovered, she was certain she would have drawn blood, for the culprit gasped in pain and let her go. She pushed past him, the little baby swinger being knocked over by her leg in her hurry and she ran out into the second floor corridor, only to be confronted by a second man. How many were in the house? Was it a burglary raid? Everyone knew the Starks had money, it was a marvel they weren’t robbed more often but a strong alarm system and a general reputation of respect and honour kept thieves at bay. 

She moved to run past the man, heading for the stairs which led down rather than up to the third floor, but as she pushed him aside, he grabbed her arm. “No!” She protested pulling and kicking out as much as she could, and she felt him kick his own leg out against hers, knocking her to the floor. Her chin met the hardwood and she felt the pain shoot through her, but she was up again as quickly as she could manage, bare feet rushing along towards the stairs. 

The third man was waiting at the bottom, and as he blocked her way, so the other two came behind her. Reaching over the bannister to the entrance hall table she picked up the wooden wolf statue and swung it around as hard as she could manage, hitting the man blocking her way hard around the head. He fell backwards and she quickly ran past him, intending to run for the front door. Yet, before she reached handle, she felt arms wrap around her, holding her tightly, picking her up off the floor, and she kicked her feet in an effort both to gain purchase and to knock the captor off his balance. They fell back against the wall and she winced as the silver  photo frame containing her wedding photo smashed upon the floor, the glass shattering. 

She tried to use the moment to escape, but the man threw her to the floor, her hands skidding against the broken glass, cutting them, and her elbow knocked the tall free-standing lamp over, covering half the width of the entrance hall. She was dragged to her feet by the second man, and she screamed as loud as she could, praying someone could hear, but the first man quickly placed tape tightly over her mouth, so only muted muffled escaped. 

“Where’s the damn drug?” One of the men asked, as she fought against the one holding her hands. 

“Oh fuck, it’s in the damn car” Another one said, young. Catelyn recognised him. Where? The bar. The hotel bar. The bartender. And then she realised...and began to fight back even more. 

“Sort her out!” The tallest one ordered, and the one holding her through her into the arms of the bartender and pulled the telephone wires from the socket, using them to bind her hands, the wires cutting into her skin. Still she kicked and protested, and prayed someone would come home, anyone, that someone would come to the door.

But no one came. 

They picked her up, throwing her over the shoulder of the tallest, and though she kicked her legs as forcefully as she could, hitting him in the chest, he ignored her, carrying her to the car that waited outside, throwing her in. She kicked, and tried to run out, despite her bound hands and mouth, but then the bartender appeared, a needle in his hand. She shook her head, pulling away, though she knew it would do no good, as he pressed it into her arm, releasing the fluid.

For a moment nothing happened, but then the world grew foggy....and then blackness. 

[starkmatriarch]

[text: Ned firstmen-blood, Brynden, Edmure, Lysa, Robb wintersxking] Dad’s in the hospital.