The Rains Weep O'er Their Halls

[kingnamedstark]

Who: Robb Stark and YOU
Where: Outside of a bar
What: Arrival
When: 5/8
Warnings: Mentions of death and violence, ptsd. Drunken sex, NSFW.

[He isn't in the best mind frame as he's told where he is and that he is here for a reason. In his mind, he can still hear the "Rains of Castamere" and hear the screaming of his men. He can hear his mother begging for his life and see his wife on the floor. His death wrapped around him like a cloak, leaving him in a deep fog as he wanders, searching for something and nothing at the same time.

Eventually he finds somewhere that looks close enough to a tavern, but the act of opening the door is too much for his body, still sore and aching from his wounds. They may have healed, but he could still feel them. Some things couldn't be erased. With his hand on the door, he stands for a moment, staring at it, as though expecting it to warp and change.

There was someone next to him, but his thoughts are so jumbled, it's hard to make them out from the corner of his eye. He has to shake himself to remember he's blocking the entrance.]

I'm sorry. Am I in your way?

Comments

[jondrette]

How wonderful that should be, to be neighbors!

Just Robb. It is a good name. Strong. I like it very much.

[Her smile has become sloppy, and her speech as well.]

I believe I like you very much, too.

[kingnamedstark]

So long as you don't mind seeing me during the night when I can't sleep.

[He hasn't tried yet, but he doesn't need sleep to know that there will be nightmares. There would be ghosts as well in the dark, something he wasn't ready to face.

They are sweet words and the sting of his heartache has lifted enough that he doesn't regret accepting or returning them.]

I feel the same. [She gave him comfort he didn't expect. How could he not like her?] More than the same.

[jondrette]

I do not think I would ever mind seeing you.

[she's leaning forward more on her stool.]

More than the same? Oh that must be a lot. [She meets his eyes, dark and hungry]

[kingnamedstark]

A promise you might have to keep.

[He doesn't pull back, smiling a sloppy smile.

He feels a stirring in him, brought on by both grief, drink and loneliness. He wasn't going to ignore that she was beautiful.]

I think it must be. But I can't be alone in that.

[jondrette]

Not a hard one to keep. You will have to do the same for me, Robb.

[She tilts her head slightly, eyes flicking to his lips.]

Good. We shall have to see how much, shall we?

There are few who care for me. It makes you mean all the more.

[kingnamedstark]

[There's enough inhibition left in him to hesitate. It felt like a betrayal, despite Jeyne being dead. If he were less of a craven, less broken, he'd pull away and say no. He'd grieve in private and face whatever ghosts visited him during the night.

Loneliness, need and fear were stronger than honor or anything else. He needed this warmth, just as he had needed the warmth from the bottle. He wasn't a king or a lord or anything. He was alone and lost in this world, but for a few hours, he didn't have to be.

He cupped her cheek before moving in to kiss her, sloppy and hungry with need.]

[jondrette]

[If he betrays Jeyne, then she betrays Montparnasse and Marius both when she returns his kiss. She leans into his warm touch, tasting the alcohol on his breath.

She kisses him deeper, her hand on his chest.]

203, [She reminds him]

[kingnamedstark]

203.

[He doesn't want to think about possible betrayals. Not with Jeyne, not with his father and mother, or even his honor. He simply wants to feel something else and sleep through the night without fearing being alone in the dark.

As best he can, he gets to his feet, giving her arm a tug. Better to find her room before they can no longer walk.]

You still mean your words? You won't mind my company tonight?

[jondrette]

[Eponine rises, and takes the lead almost immediately, taking him toward the door.]

I do. Tonight, any night, you are welcome in my bed, Robb.

[kingnamedstark]

[It was a better way to face his scars and nightmares. Someone like Eponine made it impossible to be sad for long, with or without drinks. He'd be more than glad to share a bed with her for that alone.

He's at least not stumbling over his feet as they return to where their rooms are. He pauses in front of '205'. Oh that was the number.]

We are separated by a door.

[jondrette]

So we are! How perfect for us! [How similar to when she lived in Paris, and shared a wall with Marius.]

[She pulls him into her room, the door shutting behind them. Then she's kissing him again.]

[kingnamedstark]

[She's not shy about what she wants, which helps shut off his mind more. His hands tangle in her hair, pulling her closer as he presses his body to hers. Lust, longing and more roars to life as his lips part and his tongue dives into her mouth.

Barely any time to see what sort of room this is. There is only her and their need.]

[jondrette]

[She parts her lips against his, kissing him back feircely. While his hands are in her hair, she wraps her arms around him, helping him hold her tight. Her other hand moves downward to graze against his butt.

She is not disappointed.

She steps forward, moving him toward the greatest bed she has ever known.]

[kingnamedstark]

[He has to laugh at how bold she is, especially as she grabs his rear. He had only been with one woman and his experience then was far different from this. Eponine knew what she wanted and wasn't shy about making it clear.

If she was going to explore him, he'd eagerly do the same. He pulls at her dress, tugging it down to see and kiss the breasts beneath.

He backs up at her encouragement, legs knocking against the side of the bed. He stumbled, falling into a seated position. Without missing a beat, his hands went to her hips, guiding her to sit on him.]

[jondrette]

[Eponine can't even remember how many men she's been with. But it doesn't matter. She's with Robb right now, helping him release her humble breasts from her dress. Like him, she's scarred, not just from the bullet that took her life. The hardships of her life are splayed out on her body, hidden by shadows.

She straddles him, letting go of him only to help tug up her skirts around her waist. Satisfied, she begins to tear at his shirt and trousers, fumbling to figure out how the hell these fancy garments of his work.]

You wear too many clothes, [She tells him, breaking the kiss only for a moment.]

[kingnamedstark]

[The earlier fears about his scars are gone. His hands meet hers with the same intent. He had to laugh, his thoughts running the same. The tunic was the more difficult to unlace, the fabric a bit stiff from the dried blood. He was just glad to get it off. Once that was on the floor, there was only his shirt left.

He didn't bother to look down at the ugly stab wound over his heart or the scar at his shoulder from the arrow. He was following her own scars, gliding over each mark with his thumb as he drank in the difficulties of her life.]

Supposedly we are given clothes. Maybe the ones in my room are easier.

Do you want me to go get them?

[Like he can get up any time soon.]

[jondrette]

We have no need for them right now. Tomorrow.

[She kisses him again, leaning into his touch. His hands are soft on her thin body. Eponine sighs contentedly, tilting her head back so he can touch a particularly long one along her neck.

This time, when she moves her hands, they snake between the two of them, sliding down the front of his trousers.]

[kingnamedstark]

[She'd be met with more laces for his trouser, but these are far easier to get loose. He could feel himself straining against the leather, painful and constricted. His hips rock up, experimenting how this would feel again. It seemed like a distant dream, but his body hasn't forgotten.

He's eager to chase her warmth, pushing her skirts more up her hips. He follows the scar along her neck with his free hand, traveling the length with his eyes as well. He leans in and presses his lips there, licking the roughened skin.

Tomorrow, so long as he could function tomorrow.]

[jondrette]

[Laces are easier than unfamiliar garments, and it doesn't take long for her to have loosened his trousers enough that she can reach below and feel his hardening cock beneath her hand. With a smirk, she strokes him, teasing the trousers down so that she can better draw him out.]

Like that, [She whispers as he kisses along her skin, sighing with each touch.]

[kingnamedstark]

[He gives a low growl as she stroked him, turning him from half hard to fully stiff. He follows her guidance and continues kissing her neck before giving her scars a small nip. His breath is heavy and hot against her skin, dancing across her skin. The alcohol took away his control, leaving him near desperate for her wet, hot heat.

He pushed his trousers down more, kicking them off with a huff of impatience.]

[jondrette]

[He's hot, warm in her hands, and she shifts, rising up on her knees to better position themselves. She works to guide him to her entrance, biting her lip as she slowly sinks down.

She moans, kissing furiously at him anywhere she can, the wound to his shoulder, his lips, cheeks, neck. She wants him. She needs him. And he feels so good pressing into her.]

[kingnamedstark]

[He groans without shame the moment he is encased by her. It's almost oblivion in a sense. As he slips inside, memories and shadows leave his mind. He had hoped to crawl into a bottle, but it seemed that Eponine offered him the surest means to endure the night. His body released its pain, burying itself in her her with a fierce thrust. His hands gripped her hips, pushing her down to meet his desperate rocking, pushing in fully again and again.

He arches into her kisses, tilting his neck for her as well. His scars tingled under her lips, the heat of his scars slowly seeping away. Need, loneliness, and desperation fueled him, driving him into a rough pace.]

[jondrette]

[Eponine follows his cues, rutting against him furiously. She runs her fingers through his hair, pulling at it as she bites at his lower lip.

Her legs are wrapped up around his waist, holding her to him, helping to guide him deeper inside of her as she pants and moans, nearly as much a wolf as the man beside her.]

[kingnamedstark]

[His hands grip her tighter as he thrusts furiously again and again. This was the first that he let his emotions and energy push him into a near feral fucking. The bed shifted under him, drowned out by his groans and panting. He could taste a bit of blood on his tongue and responded with a fiercer bite to her shoulder.

Bruises and scratches didn't frighten him. He had faced worse only to be pulled into this world. At least he was feeling something again.]

[jondrette]

[She cries out as his teeth grip her skin, but it only spurs her onward, grabbing at him with bruising force. They'll be covered tomorrow, surely, but this time it's far from a bad thing. Give them new wounds to focus on, and to think of pleasantly when they catch their eyes.

She swears in low French under her breath and between frantic kisses. She grabs his ass again, pulling him into her, urging him toward the edge with her.]