this may have been a bad idea

[eldeststark]

The dusk today sees a young man outside, knee deep in a progressively deeper rectangular hole, looking annoyed, worried, and confused. Every so often he looks up and snaps something sharply to the pony-sized wolf pacing in taut circles above him, that seems to have something to do with what can only be a body.

Grey Wind's muzzle is still bloody and

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[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano wanders by - he may have been on his way to scout a little, carefully, for his questing plans with Locke.

He pauses, though, and looks at Robb with utter bemusement.

"Monsieur Stark?"

[eldeststark]

Robb looks up, rubs some sweat off of his forehead, leaving a dirty smear. His expression is more of a grimace than anything. Grey Wind lifts his head and growls, low.

Robb gestures at the body. "Ser," he says, a bit tiredly, "Meet the late Ser Jaime Lannister." He looks both younger and older than he usually does, brow furrowed.

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano looks at the body, and winces.

"Grey Wind?" It's not really a question.

[eldeststark]

Grey Wind looks pleased a moment, and then goes back to pacing, ignoring Cyrano again. Robb shoots his wolf a look. "Yes." Rolling his shoulders back.

[belize_queen]

Should Robb want to talk to a friend away from gory bits of Lannister, Belize is in his room, a bit bored, and definitely available to be flailed at.

[eldeststark]

Robb does, and after making Grey Wind put up with a bath, not to mention himself, freshly cleaned and pulled back together, he goes looking for Belize, wolf padding at his heels and still looking distinctly ticked off.

Grey Wind might have liked a bit more of a fight. Maybe.

[belize_queen]

When Robb knocks, there's some shuffling, and Belize's voice calls out, "Who's it?"

[eldeststark]

"Robb Stark," he says, clearly, scratching Grey Wind absently behind the ears. "Am I interrupting?"

[fairy_fingers]

Little miss Angélique has been flailing at me a lot. Permission to tag her in? I'm thinking perhaps she could be in the common room, and this is after Cyrano and Belize?

[eldeststark]

She is welcome to tag in. <3

[fairy_fingers]

So here is a new (and altogether much too innocent) friend. She is in the common room, working on a much more elaborate sketch for the banner she promised she would make for Robb. Her efforts have been keener lately, for no particular reason, of course. As usual, she is focused on her drawing, and lost in a world of dreams, as she is wont to be when she draws.

[eldeststark]

Robb comes wandering downstairs, still looking tired and a little sick, and notices Angelique with a start. "Oh - Angelique," he says, as Grey Wind's ears flick a little in slight amusement. "It's - I didn't expect to see you here." He was considering getting a drink, but now he feels a bit guilty about doing that.

[fairy_fingers]

She looks up from her work, and gives Robb a shining smile. "My L -- Robb!" "I needed to work in a different light," she replies with a soft smile. She notices his air, though, and frowns, worriedly. "-- what is wrong? You seem all -- upside down...."

[eldeststark]

He finds a smile for her as well, but then sighs when she comments, and scrubs a hand through his hair. "I...I've had a bit of a day," he says, eventually, shaking his head a little and grimacing.

[goldnhand]

I TOTALLY DID NOT SEE THIS UNTIL NOW BECAUSE I SUCK. GO MEEEE sigh.

Jaime Lannister was dreaming-- Brienne was shouting at him, and he couldn't find Oathkeeper, he says he gave it to her, and she was saying... something. Jaime couldn't tell. And then the shadows attacked again and he was alone, or screaming, and-- Jaime awakes with a start.

Into a face full of dirt hack hack cough sputter flail glare at wolf cough some more twitch.

[eldeststark]

DO NOT <3 <3

--Grey Wind snarls at him and Robb, who has been distracted, seizes his ruff and hauls him back, jaw tightening and expression still strained, but more neutral than it was. And holding his wolf back from killing Jaime again, because that wouldn't really achieve much.

"I forgot about that," he notes, a little bit flatly. Make no mistake, Jaime, he's still pissed at you, but it's cooled off a little, since killing someone wasn't as satisfying as he thought it would be.

[goldnhand]

There is dirt up Jaime's nose and it tickles surely there is no justice in the world. He tries to stand, and finds it somewhat easier than he would've expected, which is surprising considering he was recently dead oh let's not think about that too much shall we.

And he stares down at the grave and realizes it's more than he deserves, all things considered.

"Oh?" He says, but under his breath-- Robb can ignore it, if he likes, and sit back and watch Jaime attempt to climb out of his own grave with one hand. Surely, it will be an amusing sight.

[eldeststark]

He's tempted, and it shows in his expression for a moment, but he's determined to be more decent than his enemy here, so still holding Grey Wind with one hand, he takes Jaime's wrist to haul him up.

"Oh what?"