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The Rains Weep O'er Their Halls

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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[ooc: Continued from HERE]

The Tyrells? [It took a moment for him to remember the way things had shifted after Renly's death. That's right. The Tyrells joined the Lannisters against Stannis. It was a pity. If they had joined him...maybe matters would be different? Hindsight was more powerful.] Who was behind it? Do you know?

[Her words aren't much comfort. Guilt was a difficult thing to shake and he had cost Sansa so much. He knew she was tortured. He had heard rumors, but even if he hadn't, he knew Joffrey's character and what could happen.]

I made so many mistakes...

[ooc: Continued from HERE]

[He doesn't like being dictated to, especially by Theon, but those were the only options. His anger would not be so easily set aside, not when grief was working through him as fiercely. But violence was not very cathartic either.

He scoffed, glaring at the man.]

Stay out of my way and keep your life.

[ooc: Continued from HERE]

[That's a punch in the gut and leaves him astonished.

It's not that there isn't anyone else better suited for the role, but....going from the Wall back to the North...that was a bit of a journey.]

How?

Yes. You are. [Eponine is a very bold woman, and has no problem calling Robb out on the fact that he is standing between her and her favorite substance in the entire world: alcohol.]

Will you come in or go out? To stand in the doorway is a good way to get yourself trampled, m'sieur. I should hate that to happen to one as handsome as you.

No. Not at all.

[She lightly places her palm against his forearm and a soft comforting warmth spreads from the brief contact.] Please. Let me get the door for you. [There is a flash of long wheat colored hair before she turns to show Rob an angelic smiling face.]

Oh. You don't look well.

[It seems pointless to ask him if he's alright.]

Please, may I buy you a drink? You should sit down.

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