( ｃｌｏｓｅｄ ) i wonder if our future was written in our past

[wolfskin]

WHO: Robb Stark, Arya Stark, Henry Mills, Daenerys Targaryen, Lucrezia Borgia.
WHAT: A wonderful mix of adorable things and Robb being too good for life.
WHEN: Various times. ( between the 24th & 28th )
WHERE: Various places.



☇ ARYA STARK; ( Apartment de Stark - Room 1809 )

[ Robb sits his desk while the direwolves and Arya lounge on his bed, attention focused solely on the book that lays open upon it. The journal it is not, but a book of a different sort, a book on histories of other lands. A bit of light reading, something to keep his mind occupied that there is no war to do just that. Better to learn of these places, he thinks, so he is better equipped to deal with them should the castle shift into another land as it did no long ago.

On the bed Grey Wind huffs in annoyance, rolling and messing up the sheets until his feet are up in the hair and head hangs off the end. ]



☇ HENRY MILLS; ( Castle Gardens )

[ He waits in the gardens as the sun raises high in the sky, noon was approaching the time he asked Henry to meet him out here. He will be here, Robb knows that much, Henry has never been late before and for all he knows this meeting is another training session. It is much more than that.

The bark drags Robb's attention from the sun, the one year old wolfdog darts around his legs after Grey Wind who indulges the smaller dog in it's play.

He can only hope Henry will like the surprise awaiting him. ]



☇ DAENERYS TARGARYEN; ( Apartment de Stark - Room 1809 )

[ The invitation is sent out a few days after the castle returns to normal, he had given his word that he would answer her questions about Westeros and he intended to keep it awaiting her in the entrance way of his apartments.

The dragon queen had proven herself more than what one first thought, it makes him wonder if he could make a friend of her. His eyes have seen indication of it but doubt still lingered, understandably enough. It had been a man he thought friend who took his home and killed his brothers, a man he thought loyal the one to end his life. Yet has the Targaryen girl not proven herself trustworthy? If she wanted him dead she could have left him to his wounds, or killed him herself, instead she tended to them and ensured his survival.

Could dragons and wolves be friend after everything that had transpired between them? Is such a thing even possible? He finds himself hoping despite his doubts, for Arya's sake as much as his own. ]



☇ LUCREZIA BORGIA; ( Mansion Grounds )

[ It is an impulsive thing that leads him out here so far from the castle and his apartments with his wolf at his heels. He would blame it on the wolf but that would be false and wrong, Grey Wind only followed it was Robb who took the first steps towards the mansion, seeking valued company of someone so trusted.

He feels the journal informal and decided to use this as an excuse to stretch his legs, to get fresh air.

When they are close Grey Wind bounds into the compound and up to the doors, stopping only to wait for Robb to catch up, he sniffs the door and barks before Robb has the chance to knock. He is not the only one who enjoys her company, it seems. ]

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[wolfchild]

[ he's been sitting there a while. arya rescues her pillow from grey wind while nymeria does her best to ignore him.

the girl slips off the bed, quiet as a shadow. cold seeps from the floor to her feet. arya stands next to robb a moment on tiptoes to better see what he's doing. then she smacks the pillow solidly against the back of his head. ]

[wolfskin]

[ He does not hear her over the childish whining of his wolf, nor over the sound of the fire lighting the room. To him she was still on the bed- or at least that is what he thought until the pillow hits him solidly in the back of the head.

Robb reels, the force (though only a little) sending him forwards slightly eyes wide with surprise. But then he turns quickly, almost standing to sending the chair flying, the sight of Arya with the pillow the only thing stopping himself from doing so and grabbing his sword.

Shock quickly turns to irritation colored with reluctant amusement. ]

Arya.

[wolfchild]

[ she smiles.

--and she swings the pillow at his face. ]

[wolfskin]

[ He has his training to thank for saving his face- a hand going up in time to stop the pillow from hitting him square in the face, his expression an amused sort of mad. ]

It is treason to hit your king.

[wolfchild]

And it isn't nice to ignore your sister— [ she jerks the pillow away from him to see about getting in another smack ] —Your Grace.

[wolfskin]

Am I ignoring you? [ He watches her closely, readying himself for another attack. ] Then I beg your forgiveness, it was not my intent.

[wolfchild]

Mm… [ she considers him, and lowers the pillow. ] All right. You are forgiven.

[ l o n g pause.

arya smacks him again and tries to run off. ]

[wolfskin]

[ it lands! ] Arya! [ and yet despite his impaired vision he manages to grab a hold of her arm, preventing her from feeling entirely. ]

[wolfchild]

[ she shrieks and laughs and tries to hit him again so she can escape. ]

[fantasies]

[He did, actually. He lost track of time eating lunch, and so had to run down the stairs to avoid not being late for what he assumed had to do with his training.

But as he stumbles into the courtyard, just shy of being out of breath, and sees this scene laid out, the pieces fall into place very quickly.

A grin cracks his face.]

No way.

[wolfskin]

[ Robb watches his face when then boy arrives, recognizing the pieces falling into place as realization begins to dawn. He needn't say a word and the boy already knows, or at the very least has a good idea of what he had been asked out here for.

He whistles, calling Grey Wind back to him and in turn the young dog also. ]

Come here, Henry.

[fantasies]

[He hurries into motion again, trotting over obediently. His hands come up automatically to stroke Grey Wind on the head, but as he does so he's watching the smaller dog with wide eyes.]

No way.

[It's worth repeating.]

[wolfskin]

[ Robb bites back a laugh as Grey Wind plops down beside his feet, the other canine staring quite intently at Henry. ]

He is yours. [ As if that wasn't obvious enough already. ]

[fantasies]

[Henry lifts his hand off of Grey Wind's head and reaches it out to the dog, inviting him to sniff, his eyes flickering to Robb only briefly.]

Really? Just like that?

[He doesn't 100% understand the wolf thing the Starks have, but he knows it's a big deal.]

[wolfskin]

[ The pup trots over, lifting his nose to sniff Henry's hand before licking it. ]

Aye, just like that. [ Just accept the cute Henry. ]

[fantasies]

[Henry laughs softly before reaching out to scratch the pup behind the ears.]

What's your name, boy? Huh? We gotta make sure it's a good one.

[wolfskin]

He has no name, you best pick a good one. Strong and fierce.

[heloise]

[ The bark startles her from lying half asleep on the living room floor with a certain tiger for a pillow. The animal seems more displeased than she is at the interruption, letting out an audible snort as he moves to rise to his feet and stretch, taking his sweet time to do so as much as his mistress does to check her appearance in a nearby mirror.

But she follows the tiger to the door soon enough, before it mauls any unsuspecting caller, even if this one turns out to have his own fearsome guardian. She rests her hand on the tiger's neck to calm it even as she bites back her chuckle at the sight of Robb. ]

Your Grace. To what do I owe this visit?

[wolfskin]

[ The tiger does give Robb a moment of pause, though the same cannot be said for his wolf. The great beast does not seem fussed at all, though he watches carefully before his tail begins to wag again. Though their domestic counterparts tend to dislike each other greatly, Grey Wind shows no such sign, seemingly content that in this moment the tiger posses no threat. ]

My lady. [ It takes Robb a moment to stop staring in surprise at other creature and turning his gaze back to her. He must have looked foolish staring as such. ] The pleasure of your company. [ Smooth? Not really. ] I wish to see you, to see how you fared in person.

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia takes the time to place a kiss on the tiger's head to stifle its low growling, more out of annoyance that his nap had been disturbed than at any serious territorial breaches. There will be no mauling today. ]

Did you hear, Lucifer? He wishes to see me and now he has so he must find another excuse to stay.

[wolfskin]

[ Robb's wolf huffs at the growling, baring teeth for only a moment before sitting himself beside the door. Making himself a guard for his king and the lady he visits.

The accuracy of her words makes the king duck his head, unable to deny them. ]

It is quite a trek on foot. [ Robb please. ] However I would not wish to impose.

[heloise]

Impose? Never.

[ The tiger gets another kiss, this time on his lips, to which he just responds with a displeased huff. ]

Perhaps you wish to drink wine with me and tell me stories. Will that do for an excuse?

[wolfskin]

[ He nods his head, unable to fully hide the relief in his expression. That is better excuse than the one he had thought up. ]

I owe the Lady Lucrezia stories after all, it will do well. [ Whether or not he actually does owe her stories he cannot say for certain, but he plays along. ]

[lucre]

[ She straightens up and begins to move back into the house, only glancing over her shoulder to invite him in. ]

Did you walk here?

[wolfskin]

[ he follows at the invitation, glancing briefly at the inside of the house before focusing on her. ]

Aye, I did.