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themiraforrester‌:

It should have felt like an anomaly that Mira was walking down the street with Robb Stark, someone who about a week ago, Mira could care less about. Most of the things he said infuriated Mira but it was the same man who texted her erratically about organizing a march. The more she was around Robb, the more she learned about him and in turn, changing her original opinion of him. It was something she wouldn’t have thought was possible, but the sole fact she was keen on seeing him after the march was a surprise on its own. Mira should have went back to her apartment, have a movie night in with Jeyne, but instead she was going to have a drink with the man she partnered with today. “You should see my family. My brothers are a case on their own and I swear they have good intentions but my father thinks otherwise. Angry is good. Any emotion can lead to action. If they don’t give us the action we want, we fight harder.”

“I don’t doubt you can be a wordsmith and be as innovative. I don’t know Willas quite well but Loras and Sansa speak highly of him. He was a good choice.” Mira knew that a voice like that could be influential and get people’s heads to turn. It added to the fact that he had a good name and people knew his face. This was a place she loved to go when she had a few hours after the school day or a good night on the weekend. It gave a familiarity from the North that she wouldn’t otherwise have in other places in Oldtown. “I come when I can. Some days deserve a drink especially when being around kids for most of it,” Mira commented, pulling an errant curl behind her ear. “You should get out more often, then. It’s a little piece of home for sure.” Mira loved playing darts or the pool table while handling a drink. “What do you do when you’re not working so hard up North?”

It was nice, really, to spend time with Mira, to walk with her and act as if he were anyone but the son of Eddard Stark. While Robb was successful in the courtroom, there was a large part of him that resented having been put there and he knew that in another decade or two, he’d be the one sitting in his father’s chair in Winterfell. He chuckled as she mentioned her family, for he wondered if anyone truly thought their siblings were normal or easy to get along with. “I’ve met your brothers,” he offered, though he certainly didn’t know them quite well. He liked Rodrik well enough, he supposed, having been out with Theon and some of the guys a few nights here or there when the Forrester brothers were around. “I think Rodrik can drink me under the table, to be honest.” He laughed, thinking of Theon’s last birthday in Wintertown, though it had been some time since they’d celebrated the youngest kraken in the North.

He nodded, oblivious and unaware of his sister’s interest in the Tyrell man. “Either way, he did well. I don’t know any of the Tyrells exceptionally well.” In time, he suspected that would change, especially if the government in Westeros continued to trample upon the rights of its citizens. “How do you like teaching?” he inquired, his gaze curious as he considered the thought of spending hours surrounded by those he thought to be little more than hellions. “I get out sometimes, but I’m just rarely in the same place.” In truth, Robb knew more about the bars in King’s Landing or Riverrun than he did here. Robb shrugged his shoulder and offered Mira a lazy smile. “I still try to play rugby here and there. Pick-up games, mostly.” He was still rather frustrated that he’d not been allowed to play professionally as he’d originally wanted, though he didn’t want Mira to see that side of him – it was a bitter side, a petty side, and he was surprised to feel a small amount of shame for it now. He took a long pull on his drink.

#{ mira: 4 }

themiraforrester‌:

It was hard not to feel light on her feet from walking through the streets of Oldtown with a fierce message to deliver. She had painted her own poster board that read justice is for all and felt herself smiling the whole time by the sheer power behind her and in front of her. It was something she would have attended as the general public, but knowing she had put effort behind this and organized it felt like she had done something right. It powered through her, every cell feeling validated and useful. Though many had went their own ways after walking close to two miles, Mira didn’t leave alone as she had originally thought and instead, wanted to spend more time with the man that had inspired it all.

While she should be tired from the walk, she had enough energy coursing in her to have a pint with Robb. It seemed like something they should celebrate over and now that the hard work was done, they were able to bask in what they had created. “Sansa has told me a few things about her. I’ve only had the privilege once or twice, but it was good to see some of your family today as well as others. Everyone person really did help today. I hope the capital understands what we’re doing for your uncle. Or they must be naive if they don’t.” Mira had no reason to be nervous around Robb, but could feel her thoughts become incoherent and her cheeks slightly blush in his presence. “I think he did a lovely job. I think it helped the crowd recognized him as well. His message definitely helped amp everyone up before the march. I believe you could have done the same if not better.” Mira knew that it would have been more personal because it was his uncle in the message they were trying to send today, but Willas was more local around these parts. The walk was brief and Mira opened the door for her and Robb. It was a regular bar with a full tap of draft beer, mostly brewed in the North or Sunspear. She knew it quite well and approached the counter, ordering a spiced ale.

As pleased as Robb was with how the event had gone, he was even more pleased to know that it was over and he could return back to his normal self. His lips quirked at the corners as they walked and he found himself more curious about Mira than he’d like to admit. She was beautiful, yes, and had a heart that seemed to be filled with gold – it certainly made him feel rather unworthy – but there was something about her he was still curious about learning. He nodded as they spoke of Arya. “Arya is hard to get to know sometimes,” he acknowledged. “But our family is close, even if we all want to kill each other on a regular basis.” He chuckled and ran his hand through his hair. “I think they understand. I think they’re going to be angry. Or, at least, I hope they are.”

He laughed. “I probably could have come up with some nice words,” he agreed. “But it was better coming from someone who lives here.” He knew well that the Northerners weren’t always appreciated nearly so well as they could have been, that people thought them finicky and hard to understand. It was good that those in the Reach could hear from one of their own, especially since Robb knew he’d be lighting a fire under the Northerners as soon as he could. The atmosphere of the bar was nice and as they approached the counter, he looked at the tap list. He recognized a few and there was a particular stout that he had never been able to find anywhere but Wintertown. His lips quirked at the corners and he ordered it before placing his credit card on the counter to start a tab for the both of them. “This place is great,” he said to her. “Do you come here often?” He chuckled. “I have to admit, it’s making me think might more highly of Oldtown than I did before.”

#{ mira: 4 }

aryaorarentya‌:

“They’re all fucking loons, sure, but they’ve never been stupid. You know? Their craziness is almost carefully constructed and has been on a short leash for years. It’s just- I don’t know. Out of character?” Though saying that murder was particularly in character seemed a bit dark. “Yeah, well. It’s usually a safe bet to not trust the Lannisters.” Arya grumbled. She still hadn’t forgotten how much troubled she’d gotten in when Joffrey ratted on her when she was seven. Snot-nosed ass hat hadn’t gotten much better since. There had been no inkling of what had happened to Greatjon. That was a little terrifying. How much more had she missed even being present? “Fuck…” His poor family. Arya made a mental note to check in on them when she had a free moment.

“We’ve all had the opportunity.” Arya said, defiant of his dismissal. She began to fiddle with a loose string hanging from one of his blankets. Their father wasn’t booked? That was odd. Ned Stark was a meticulous rule follower. He didn’t believe in special exceptions. He was fiercely honorable. Nothing about what Robb said added up to that. “Robb, there’s no way that Dad did anything, right?”

Robb shrugged. He’d heard more than enough rumors about the younger brother of the king to worry about their sanity. Still, they were just rumors and he saw no need to remark on them to Arya. “Maybe,” he agreed with her, his lips twisting as he considered what Arya had to say. “Depends on how bad it truly is, I guess.” He shook his head, his lips thinned as Arya mentioned the Lannisters. “They’re all snakes,” he agreed. “But some of them are pretty ones, which makes it even more worrying.” He wondered just how influential the Lannisters were behind the scenes. “At least they haven’t gotten too far into politics lately. Can you imagine one of them in the royal family?” The last couple of words were said with a snarl, as Robb hoped the royal family would become redundant with the new legislation presented.

He supposed his comments were bound to worry Arya and Robb’s head turned. His eyes met his sister’s and he was careful in his next words. “Of course not,” he murmured. “You know how honorable he is. Always going on about things being done the proper way.” But though he said the words to Arya, she’d made him wonder.

#{ arya: 1 }

arya stark

“That’s because I know you’d miss me.” She grinned again. People all too often liked to write Robb off as a meathead. They forgot that he was clever and observant- strategical. Arya didn’t. She didn’t listen to him, of course, but she knew that if Robb thought something, there was likely logic to follow it up. “Would they not consider that killing Balon as this was proposed would make his plight look very sympathetic? It makes them look very guilty. Almost staged guilty. Who has the most to gain by taking out Greyjoy and the Targaryens?” Arya wondered aloud. “The Lannisters?” Probably. Miserable cunts. “Their dad died. I mean… I think I’d want someone to check in on me. Even if I told them to fuck off, which we both know I’d do.” Arya shrugged. Everything in their lives tended to become a sticky situation. At some point, you just had to say fuck that and maneuver around it. Otherwise, you could have any friends at all. “It’s better for them to tell you to leave them alone now than for them to look back and think you didn’t care.” The next sentence caught Arya’s attention. She hadn’t heard that. Had she? If she had, it had been in the midst of the chaos or under the influence. Either way, she was just learning the information. “They killed Umber?”

“They don’t commit to anything. They give these bullshit answers and promises and dedications. They don’t have allies or enemies which means they have no loyalty but to their own ambition. They want all the benefits of having friends without ever having to sacrifice for them.” And that was important to the Stark girl- honor, loyalty, honesty. “What do you mean? What did Rhaegar want with dad?”

He shook his head and gave her a grin that was less guarded than most. Of course he’d miss Arya – though they weren’t the closest of their siblings, there was an ease and understanding between them that few outside truly understood. Perhaps it was the wolf’s blood that their father had always said the two of them had, though Robb had learned to temper his a bit better over time. “I’m not certain the Targaryens have ever…” he paused, wondering if he should phrase his comment in a way that was more politically correct. In the end, he decided Arya wouldn’t mind. “Been completely there. Aren’t there still stories of the madness? And desperate men do desperate things.” He supposed the Lannisters were also likely culprits and ran his hand along his jawline. “You have a point.” But he didn’t feel like dwelling on it, not when he felt that Uncle Jon’s incarceration was the more pertinent issue. Robb nodded as he thought about the Greatjon. “Government’s hushed it up. I think there’s a gag order.” He looked Arya in the eye. “But he was found dead in the Prime Minister’s home, too. It was…strange.”

He didn’t agree with her assertion about the Tyrells, but Robb saw no reason to argue over it unnecessarily “Maybe they’ve never had the opportunity,” he pointed out before he exhaled heavily, finishing his grooming for the day as he searched for shoes in his closet. “I don’t know. It was weird and happened with Dad down at the precinct that morning. He wasn’t even booked; Rhaegar himself came and after they spoke, Dad was set free. It was...bizarre.”

#{ arya: 1 }

mira forrester

The march had been more than a success and perhaps it had delivered Mira enough of a high to approach Robb. She hadn’t meant to propose a drink but as soon as the words were clipped from her lips she immediately hoped he wouldn’t turn her down. They hadn’t had the best first impression with each other but she blamed alcohol and sudden impulses that irked her to be disrespectful. Mira had let a couple hours pass before she realized her ungrateful intentions and was proud Robb had came over to her side after the strenuous news. This march had been a good cause and Mira wasn’t going to pretend it had been all her idea when it had been Robb.

She had not wasted any breath that day to insist it had been Robb who had chosen today and the march. The only thing that Mira had assisted with was checking in on the route and clearing it with the city. She didn’t want to take credit for Robb’s ingenious idea and mentioned him to anyone who complimented her on the march. Now, the march was being cleared and everyone else was returning to their lives after a healthy contribution to a good cause. Mira wanted to follow suit but didn’t want to go get a drink alone. Her face immediately brightened when Robb agreed and Mira resisted clapping her hands together. Instead, they stayed nestled inside her coat pocket restraining the cold. She was only warm from the route of the march but was beginning to cool again. “Great, I know just the place. It reminds me of the North but they have a good beer selection.” It would also be a good chance to talk to him with just them alone instead of a room full of finely dressed people or mutually enraged marchers. It was a short walk from where the march ended and hoped that it wouldn’t be packed with other people from the march or university students. “It was good to see everyone share the same idea. It was also good to see your sisters. Arya made things a bit easier in the beginning. No one really listened to me.”

Robb had never wanted for a partner, both in bed and out of it. Perhaps it was because of his family name. Perhaps it was because of his good looks. Certainly he had been proudest when it was simply because of his prowess on the rugby field. Now, however, he attracted a much different kind of person and he wondered just which part of him had attracted Mira – though, to be clear, he was assuming a great deal in hoping that she was attracted to him at all and not to the cause he supported. The march today had been good, though he hoped that it would be enough to start enacting change around the country.

A smile grew on his lips as she mentioned a place that reminded her of the North but still had an excellent beer selection. He shook his head in amusement and nodded. “Sounds like my kind of place.” He gestured for her to go ahead. “Lead the way.” He resisted the urge to reach for her hand or to put his own on the small of her back as they walked; it was an intimacy he certainly didn’t deserve and he was raised better than to treat a woman as if she were there for little more than his own desires. He nodded, listening to her speak, trying not to get lost in his own thoughts. Lips twitched at the corners. “Arya has a way about her,” he admitted with a shrug of one shoulder, knowing that his youngest sister could command a crowd in ways he’d never before thought of. “I’m glad that she was able to help.” Robb ran his hand through his hair, ruffling the auburn curls that lay on his head. “I thought Willas did a decent job speaking to the crowd as well. I wanted someone to get them fired up – someone who wasn’t me, really.” Willas had been a Reachman and Robb figured he would know more about what the people wanted to hear.

#{ mira: 4 }

willas tyrell

It had been enough time for the fog to clear and more clarity to arise in Willas about that night in King’s Landing. He could still feel the alarm he had when the brutal news was delivered, the cold rush that flooded his whole body. That moment that the crowd reacted to the raw mania. There hadn’t been nightmares that ensued but more questions about how someone could be so malicious. His body barely refused to go to sleep the following nights over the strange visual of a heart being displayed. There was little that Willas could do to feel useful, feeling he could only manage what he could instead of watching helplessly on the sidelines. Westeros had been far from peaceful but now it seemed more broken and disrupted. There were conspiracies, people blaming families and people, but Willas believed that they should share their feelings towards something more productive. None of the people who were arrested were guilty and the majority were just arrested based on assumptions which was unlawful and uncredible.

At least attending the march for the sole reason of bringing awareness to the cause and fighting for justice in the name of Jon Arryn made Willas feel better. When he found Robb he felt relieved and one less thing to worry about. At first he thought he wouldn’t be able to find the man in the crowd, but felt assured now. As he listened to Robb, he became aware of how much this meant to Robb even more. He knew that Robb was behind organizing the march but the reason behind it was so raw and real. Willas nodded sincerely at Robb, thinking that if it were one of his family members who had been arrested under false reasons, he would fight everything to get them released. “I will do my best to help out. Thank you for trusting me with doing this. I am sorry to hear about your father and uncle. There isn’t an excuse for it but this march here is a good start.” Willas firmly believed in the flaws of the foundation within the criminal justice system and knew that this was being pinned on someone falsely accused. Hopefully, Jon Arryn got the recognition and the justice he undeniably deserved. “Where do you want me? We can start building moral before the march. I see you already have some banners and signs which is good.”

He hated that he had to be here, though it had been one of his ideas in the first place. The marches in King’s Landing had given him more inspiration and while he walked among the attendees, shaking their hands and thanking them on behalf of the Starks and the Arryns, he still hated it. Shaking his head now as he looked over at Willas, he offered the man a wan smile. “I appreciate that.” He knew that Willas was a well-known activist in the Reach and while he might focus more on animals and the environment, he thought that having a Reachman speak to the attendees might carry more weight than if Robb were to do so himself. “I think we have the opportunity to truly do some good work today. Dad might have come, but I told him this is something that the young people need to speak out on. We need to use our voices because if we don’t stand up for injustice, we can’t expect anyone to speak up when injustice is done to all of us.”

Robb gestured to the podium that was set up at the meeting point. There were a few reporters lingering around, likely hoping for the best story they could come up with and he rather hoped that the story he’d give to them would be one of triumph over a government that had severely overreached its political ambitions and machinations. “Does that work?” he asked, the grin that ghosted across his face less warm than it might have been in a less serious environment. “My biggest hope for this is that the reporters report. I want them to feel the injustice of all of this, to realize how corrupt the government system is. I want the people to fight back against this – all of it.” He exhaled heavily, well aware that he sounded much too passionate about the topic than perhaps he ought. “Sorry. It’s just really close to my heart. It could be my father in prison on trumped up charges and who would fight for him?” He liked to think that Robin would, that all of these people would, but hope seemed such a fragile thing to hold onto.

#{ willas: 1 }

mira forrester

The march had gone better than Mira had planned and as everyone began to disperse, she beamed at what they had done. It had all come about very odd, hearing from Robb and then finding herself immersed in creating and organizing the march with his help. The turnout had been welcomed and everyone shared the same message. She hoped that the right people had been watching and it had the results she longed for. No man should be behind bars who is innocent. The system had been screwed for a while now and it was reassuring to know that so many people thought the same.

The walk around the university had been nice and now the sea of people and colorful signs were dismissing themselves. Mira had a bright smile on her face as she thanked people for coming who came up to her. It had been an inspiring afternoon, but now the sun was beginning to set and the march was over. Mira directed her attention to finding Robb who she thought must be somewhere in the thick crowd. She began walking upstream to find him, seeing different people with a new light in their eyes and feeling proud that she had done something to surge that. She had more than enough signatures and had heard promises of people signing the online document as well. It was more than she could have asked for and felt like what they had wanted to do today had an overwhelming reaction. When Mira finally saw the familiar face of Robb, she quickened her pace and gave him a broad smile. “I would say we’ve been productive today,” Mira stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “I also would say that we deserve a drink. There’s a few good places around here if you’re interested.” Mira realized suddenly that she had asked Robb to have a drink with her so candidly and confidently without thinking that perhaps he had plans afterward. “Or if you’re tired of Oldtown that’s fine too.”

@wintertownsfinest

He hadn’t been sure what to expect when he’d begun planning the march for his uncle; it had simply seemed the right thing to do as a man remained incarcerated for a crime he didn’t commit on charges that had yet to truly hear the light of day. It didn’t seem like enough either, but Robb hoped that the rousing march of those crusading for Jon Arryn’s release would send a message that they would not be silent as the Westerosi justice system sucked the life out of a man who had done nothing but build it up. He worried heavily for Robin, for his Aunt Lysa, and more than anything he hoped that this would come to a peaceful end sooner rather than later.

He was thankful, especially, for Mira, for she’d done so much to help organize the march when she owed him nothing. He’d watched her from time to time even today, finding that the young woman was adept at handling a crowd and ensuring that things ran smoothly. He’d have to thank her for it later. Now, however, he ran his hand along his jawline, pulling at the hairs that had begun to grow back since the Prime Minister’s birthday party, wondering if he should go and find his sisters when he’d much rather find Mira. But it seemed he didn’t need to wonder and as Mira came toward him and began to speak, he chuckled. “I think we’ve been quite productive,” he agreed. “The turnout was better than I expected.” His brow lifted as she asked him for a drink and then Robb’s lips pulled into a genuine smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners when she walked it back just a touch. “A drink sounds great,” he said, his shoulders lifting in a half-shrugging motion before gesturing in front of him. “Lead the way,” he teased, lips twitching at the corners.

#{ mira: 4 }

arya stark

“I’ll remind you of that next time you tell me to go home.” Arya chuckled and shook her head. Despite him teasing, she was certain that both of her older brothers loved her. She’d never really doubted it. Jon was certainly the one she was closer to, but they’d always been kindred spirits. Robb was still one of her favorite siblings. Even if he was a bit of an ass. She walked into his room now that she was certain he had pants on and hopped onto the corner of his bed. “Wear the green shirt.” She pointed. “Targaryens? Really? Why?” Arya didn’t know the Targaryens all that well. She’d spoken with a few of them in passing, but they’d never much cared for the Starks in general. She supposed they hadn’t cared for the Greyjoys either. Arya crossed her arms considering this new epiphany. “Wow. Really? I’m sure Uncle Jon wouldn’t mind if you paused the crusade and checked in on your friends whose dad was brutally murdered. Fuck’s sake. I saw Theon the other night. I think he’s, uh, handling it with alcohol.” Which meant he’d been thinking about who had done this too much. Arya laid back and stared up at the ceiling. “Psychologically speaking, carving out a heart like that would mean whomever did it likely isn’t finished. They wanted to make a statement and get even more attention, but it’s not smart. It’s an easy way to get caught.” Yet they still had Jon incarcerated for it. Idiots. “I don’t trust the Tyrell’s or the Martell’s. They both have a lot to gain from it. And one’s too neutral while the other is too sadistic.”

“You don’t listen even when I do,” he parried back, running his hand through his hair as he looked at the shirt she’d chosen. “The Targaryens have the most to lose,” he pointed out. “Parliament had agreed to take up arguments for removal of the monarchy, even ceremonially, in that legislation that Balon had introduced. One would think they’d have the most to gain from his death, especially since he’d already delayed Rhaenys’ coronation once.” Robb raised a brow as he looked at his sister. Sometimes he thought she was too sarcastic for her own good and while he understood the crux of her argument, there was something that seemed wrong about spending too much time with Greyjoys when his uncle had been arrested for their father’s murder. “Theon likely isn’t handling it well at all,” he admitted, though he knew that the middle Greyjoy brother had never had the love for his father that the younger had. “But I’m not sure they’d want me around right now anyway. It’s…a sticky situation.” He supposed it would be until the real murderer was caught and his lips thinned as he listened to what his sister had to say. “Well they killed Umber, too,” he remarked. “Though they’re doing their best to cover it up.” Robb sighed and tilted his head as he looked back at his sister. “Why the Tyrells?” he inquired. “And it wouldn’t surprise me if the Martells were just working for the Targaryens benefit.” He’d never thought either of them were incredibly intelligent, but the thought of murder was one Robb couldn’t convey. “I just can’t figure out what Rhaegar wanted with Dad…”

#{ arya: 1 }

arya stark

Arya took another bite of her apple and rolled her eyes at Robb walking about in his towels. Plural. “Well, seeing as Mum has gone completely insane and won’t hardly let me out of the house save for class and work, I haven’t really had a chance to crash over. I didn’t know you missed me so much.” She said and followed him into the hallway, leaning against the wall outside of his bedroom to speak. “Speaking of the insanity… What do you think about Balon?” She asked bluntly. “We know Dad, Uncle Robert, and Jon didn’t do anything to him. Gendry definitely didn’t. He was outside with me when it all happened. So who the hell is running around with a stolen heart? You have to have some sort of idea about it. Have you heard anything? What’s Theon got to say about it?”

He ran his hand along his jawline as he looked in his mirror before choosing some items of clothing. “I miss you always,” he shouted from his room, the words more a tease than they were serious. He pulled on some pants before coming back out, unsure of what shirt to choose. “I don’t know,” he admitted as he considered who could have killed Balon. “My gut tells me it was the Targaryens, but I don’t know that it was all of them together.” Robb shrugged. “I haven’t spoken with Theon about it. Maron, either. My focus has been on Uncle Jon.” He wrinkled his nose. “The heart was strange,” he admitted, thinking of how it had been found set up like some macabre art exhibit in the Prime Minister’s residence. “Even some of my law school friends are flummoxed.” Robb exhaled as he moved back to his room, choosing a button-down and deftly putting it on. “”What do you think about it?”

#{ arya: 1 }

robb ⇆ mira

mira: you would be surprised. nope you're very original.

mira: i would love to! i can start asking around. when are we doing this?

robb: i was thinking end of the month. i can come down to oldtown in the next couple of days to make some plans. i'll phone you tomorrow after my meetings.

#{ mira: 3 }#{ text: mira }

arya stark

@wintertownsfinest

The spare key that Robb had to his apartment had long since been stolen by his youngest sister in case she needed a place to crash post Mum or Sansa blow up and he was otherwise indisposed (hungover). It drove him up the wall to wake up at any hour of the night to catch the purple haired miscreant snoring on his couch, but Arya knew that those blankets didn’t just magically appear over her either. “Robb!” She called as she entered. “Robb!” This time she was louder as she set her bag and board next to the door and headed towards the kitchen. “I know you’re home. I wanted to catch you before the thing.” She called, finally hearing a rustle of movement coming from the direction of her brother’s bedroom. “We need to talk, I think.” Arya palmed an apple and took a big bite out of it before looking at a bottle of bourbon and seriously considering a glass despite the morning hours.

Robb was in the shower when he heard his sister’s voice. It was not unfamiliar for him to wake to her voice, or to come home from a business trip at 3 a.m. to see her on his couch. He knew, on some level, he should just let Arya move in. There was a spare room he could clear out for her, but something always held him back. Perhaps it was his perceived loss of freedom, though he also wondered if it was because he didn’t want to subject any of the women he brought home to his perfect monster of a sister. Wrapping a towel around his waist and using another to towel off his hair, he walked out into the hallway. “It’s a bit early to see you,” he drawled, lips quirking in amusement. “Talk away – I have to get ready.” With a shake of his head, he moved back into his bedroom to pick out clothing for the day.

#{ arya: 1 }

sansa stark

Her interest peaked as she drew her phone out of her pocket. She unlocked it as she flicked through the phone ready to give him whoever’s number he needed. Surprised that she would have someone in her contacts that would even interest her older brother. Thumb scrolling along the phone unilt she heard the name and she stopped. Smirking up at him as he spoke. Sansa knew they’d encountered one another at the party, but from what she’d gathered from Mira it wasn’t the most pleasant of introductions. Raising her eyebrow at him the smile still on her face. “We are close.” She remarked teasing him slightly. Most people wouldn’t be fond of the idea of one of their best friends with their brother, but Sansa couldn’t help but think Mira would be good for Robb.

It also meant she would get a chance to play match maker with one of her siblings and the idea caused her face to light up. Looking back at the phone she scrolled down to ‘m’ finding Mira’s number. “I’m going to give it to you, but Mira is the best-” She got up from her seat as she spoke walking over to his chair. “-so please don’t do anything to make me regret this.”

If he was being honest, Robb would admit that he’d expected to work harder for something he wanted so much. That said, he also knew – and he assumed Sansa knew – how easy it would be to get the phone number in a much more underhanded method. So he was thankful that she pulled out her phone, even as she teased him. “She’s…unlike anyone I’ve ever met before,” he admitted, giving away perhaps more than he would like. Even now, as he recalled their meeting at the party, he couldn’t help but smile. Strange, really, for Robb to find himself so besotted so early, but here he was, asking his sister for help.

He nodded as Sansa walked over to him, his eyes searching for a quick glance at the dogs outside. He pulled out his own phone and the smile he gave Sansa was genuine, filled with an affection that was not usually present when he talked with his siblings. “Just for posterity’s sake,” he drawled, unable to resist teasing her just once. “What would make you regret this? Inquiring minds wish to know.” Robb chuckled lowly, running his hand through his hair as he glanced up at her.

#{ sansa:1 }

robb ⇆ mira

mira: just making sure it wasn't the other robb

mira: that's nice of you. the best place to do it would it be by the university. im sure there are many that would love to participate and help

robb: how many other robbs do you know? none like me ;)

robb: alright. any chance you have time to help?

#{ mira: 3 }#{ text: mira }

willas tyrell

The crowd swallowed Willas as he shouldered his way through to what he thought was the direction of Robb. He had received a text from the other man and though there was no reason to deny a great cause, Willas had a surge of heart to do it for Sansa as well as it was her brother. The event so far seemed aimed at the certain injustice in which they were fighting against today and he only hoped that he could find the organizer behind it. What had happened at Valerian Way had been no accident and Willas wondered against the suspects presented. Certainly, none of them had motivation except for Viserys but it wasn’t of him to cast judgment. The people here might not have been in that room, gone through hours of indecent investigation, saw grief and anguish with their very eyes but the word had managed to slip into every corner of the country. At least they all agreed that something needed to be done and Willas felt more compelled to do so as he was surrounded by homemade signs and passionate people.

Willas had only been told that Robb was the man to talk to which was a surprise since he never thought Robb would do something like this. The two had never formally met, but he knew Sansa well enough. There was a drill of nerves that made him wonder if Sansa was close enough with Robb to tell him about her being at his place. It seemed informal and Willas wanted to make a first impression as well as do what he was meant to do at the march. When he found Robb in the throng of other people Willas began to approach him more confidently. “Ah, there you are. Thought I wouldn’t be able to find you…there’s quite a lot of people you have here. I suppose a congratulation is in order for the order. What do you need of me?”

@wintertownsfinest

Every moment Robb thought of what had happened to his uncle – and to his father – he burned with rage. Even weeks after the Prime Minister had been murdered so brutally, Jon Arryn remained in custody and from what he’d seen, the country was angry. It was strange for Robb to see the people of Westeros so united against any one thing, against a common enemy, and he had wanted so badly to capitalize on it, to bring more attention so that his family would no longer be held in King’s Landing simply because they could. It had been a godsend for Mira to agree to help organize but it was Willas Tyrell he’d asked to speak, Robb not wanting to put his cousin on the spot anymore than he likely already was. He didn’t know Willas personally, but they’d been to events together before and he would nod at the man even if he had never before shaken his hand.

The amount of people at the event thus far was larger than Robb had anticipated and the homemade signs and throngs of people gave him hope that his uncle would not be held against his will in King’s Landing for much longer. As Willas Tyrell approached him, Robb held out his hand to shake and the smile on his face was genuine, though grim. “More than I thought to get,” he admitted with a shrug of one shoulder. “I need someone to speak and while I’d do it – I’m not from here. I don’t know these people, not the way you do.” Robb did not like admitting that his own voice would likely not be much help today and he threw the feeling to the side to focus on what mattered even more. “My goal is to get my Uncle Jon out of prison and even more than that, I want to highlight attention to how ridiculous our justice system is. But…” he trailed off. “Like I said. I’m a Northerner; I have to be careful about what I say.”