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?

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[kingnamedstark]

It doesn't matter what I'd think at home. We're both here now. This is our life.

[Their afterlife especially.]

You manage to be happy better than most I know.

[jondrette]

And it will be a good one.

And you have just met me! [She takes his hand.] You've made me the happiest I have been since I died. And you are so warm!

[kingnamedstark]

You have been here longer than me. You haven't found anything better here?

[Better than him, at least.]

I don't think I'd manage this night without you.

[jondrette]

Barely longer! And no. I have spoken with other men, but none of them are you.

None of them could try.

Then I am glad we've come together. And I cannot wait to do it again.

[kingnamedstark]

You know them as well as you know me so far.

There might be some good men here.

[But he'll preen at the compliment.]

Which? The lying in bed or what we did?

[jondrette]

There might be. But any I had interest in? Far less interesting than you.

Oh, both of them, both of them! It is luxury to lie in bed after fucking a handsome man.

[kingnamedstark]

You are easy to please.

[Which is a compliment. He likes the simplicity of this and how little it takes to make her happy. He didn't have to worry or scrutinize everything.

It was nice as well to be appreciated after such a long fall.]

Does this mean you're not satisfied yet?

[jondrette]

I am.

[She could look at him for hours and be happy.]

Depends... are you?

[kingnamedstark]

You ask me a difficult question. If I say yes and you tease me a bit more, my body will say differently. But if I say no, it suggests that I wasn't satisfied by what we did.

[He traces her nose with his finger.]

You see my problem?

[jondrette]

[She tilts her head back, giggling]

I do.

Then let me get us wine, while you think.

[With some difficulty, she gets out of the bed, and, naked, waltzes to where she keeps the wine. The bottle is already open, and she brings it back with two mugs. Those are for coffee, but they're what she has right now.

Pouring, she slides back into bed with him.]

[kingnamedstark]

[The mugs are strange compared to the sort he knew at home, but it's not something to question anymore. Everything would be strange for him for awhile. Given that the shots are beginning to numb him and he can feel what will eventually be his hangover, the wine is a welcome thing.

His throat was still sore from the sounds they made, soothed by the sweetness of the wine. He hadn't minded the sight of her walking around without shame either. It added a small flush to his cheeks.]

I don't know if it's possible to be ever satisfied with you.

[That seemed the most true answer.]

[jondrette]

[She makes a happy noise, dropping her head to gently bump against his shoulder as she pulled the blankets up to cover them a bit more.]

I will do my best to try to satisfy you.

[kingnamedstark]

I believe you.

[How could he not? But he didn't mean for this to be all they did together.]

Have you thought about how you'll earn your coin here?

[jondrette]

No, mon cher, I have not. Only a few days, remember! Perhaps I could work in a shop! But what sort, now there is the question.

[kingnamedstark]

My sister is working a seamstress. She always had a talent for it. I wasn't taught to do much except lead and rule.

[And look how useful that is!]

If we were in the woods and not under the ocean, I could hunt.

[jondrette]

Could you fish?

At home, I was only good for one thing, to hear my father say it. But that is not the life I will live with you at my side.

[kingnamedstark]

No. The North was too cold for that unless you were ice fishing. Hunting was better.

[He's silent a moment at that.]

No, you shouldn't have to do that here. You said before your father ran a tavern. Do you know how to do that?

[jondrette]

Ice fishing! How does that work?

[France would freeze, but the details of fishing were not things she'd ever had to learn.]

I was very young, but I know my numbers. It should not be too difficult, I imagine. And I am quick to learn.

[kingnamedstark]

You cut a hole in the ice, big enough for a fish and then you cast your lure in. It is not so different from fishing, only colder.

[He could see her doing well. She was warm, welcoming and quick. She would make others feel at home and manage those that might cause trouble.]

It seems like a good choice for you then. You should try it.

[jondrette]

Perhaps tomorrow, before you arrive there, I shall speak with the tavern owner.

You could help your sister? Or run deliveries? Most men I knew in France were criminals or students.

[kingnamedstark]

Letting Sansa run me as a worker is not ideal.

[He loves his sister, but she is still his sister after all.]

I'll search for something. It means leaving this room though.

[jondrette]

Sansa. That is a beautiful name. Sounds like a song.

Then you'll search tomorrow. Tonight is for us. For Robb and Eponine.

[kingnamedstark]

She was fond of songs as a girl, so that it true to her.

[He nodded and then leaned in and gave her a soft kiss.]

[jondrette]

You will have to introduce me. When you are ready.

[She won't push. Yet. For now, she'll kiss him back.]

You taste good.

[kingnamedstark]

[He makes no promises for now, if only so he could keep this aspect of his life separate.

He grinned against her lips.]

What do I taste like?