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STARTER CALL ; like this post for a varied length (a few lines to a paragraph) starter from robb.

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He knew about Andros being the son of Jamie Lannister. But knowing he'd not around his family his whole life ( with the exception of Tyrion , which he'd grown to appreciate when he helped poor Bran ) Gods be good he hopes their alright , but he'd never heard the whole story Andros had to tell.

So while Andros tells the tale of he and his mother's life , he's silently , moving to sit down in a chair across from the other man , quiet but showing he's listening to ever word he had to say.

His grandmother murdered , forced to flee , forced to hide away in the hopes that someone who was his own blood didn't come for them. IT MADE HIM WANT TO HATE LANNISTERS EVEN MORE. And yet , when he looks up and see's Andros , speaking on his mother's pain as if it were his own , it softens Robb , his brows pinching in empathy. They'd both lost at the hands of Tywin , like so many more.

IT MAKES HIM WANT TO HOLD HIM .. EVEN IF HE'S AFRAID TO.

"Tywin Lannister , will pay for what he's done to you , and your mother." His voice is determined , but also gentle , HE NEEDS ANDROS TO BELIEVE THESE WORDS. "I promise." Just like he wants so badly to promise himself to him , but as brave as he can be to march into a battle against a Lannister army , he's a scared little boy when it comes to his feelings.

NOTHING TO GAIN. Well that was not entirely true was it? the downfall of his own grandfather would bring him some peace , as awful as it was to wish for such a thing. HE HESITATES IN TELLING ROBB THIS , does not want him to think that is the only reason he has come here , because it's not.

AS ROBB PULLS AWAY FINALLY , Andros sighs and begins to pace the tent , trying to find the words. "It's not blind loyalty , no. Such a thing gets men killed just to earn some glory. My Uncle taught me to be better than that." TYRION WHO WOULD SNEAK AWAY TO READ TO HIM AS A CHILD , to be there for him in secret. "My lady mother gave birth to me on her fifteenth summer. I was born in the westerlands." HIS VOICE IS QUIET NOW. "Casterly rock to be exact. My lady mother was a servant, in the service of Tywin Lannister, alongside her own." He finally sits down , head in his hands for a moment. "She was forced to flee , her lady mother was executed in retaliation , although it was made to look like an accident , or so i was told. She took me to the riverlands , where i might be safe." ITS A MERE WHISPER - his voice cracking as he retells the past of his lady mother and himself. "Tywin Lannister saw to it that i never knew my father. I know the cruelty of the Lannisters , your grace. I grew up fearing it. My lady mother afraid that Tywin would march his men to the gates at any moment. Even as a boy , i would hear her cry when she thought no one was listening."

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THAT SMILE IS BRIGHT ENOUGH TO BE INFECTIOUS , bringing a smile to Robb's face before hearing what his mother tells him all the time. That he doesn't use enough caution. And much like a mother's child , he mostly ignores it. There's a line between cautious and too cautious in war , a line he needs to find if he's going to defeat Tywin Lannister.

Robb looks down when Andros' hand should have pulled away , but instead see's his hand lingering there. It's not the first time Robb's felt this way when he's alone with the young man. It's not the first time his throat's gotten tight before he looks up to meet his eyes.

ANDROS IS NOT SOMEONE ROBB SHOULD END UP WITH. Not if his mother ( and before his untimely death father ) would have anything to say about it. A Lannister and a Stark. They all saw how well that went with Sansa and Joffery. But he still can't help the moments when he allows himself to linger on him as he walks through the camp , or in moments like this when they're alone. SOMETHING HE SHOULDN'T HAVE. BUT NEVER QUITE GETS OUT OF HIS MIND.

Standing up from the chair he was in when Andros releases his hand , he turns to grab his doublet , pulling it over his shirt that's been untied and pulled open before closing up the clasps while Andros spoke on what the North deserved.

"All of these men , they've suffered , and they have somethin to fight for here." His accent is thick and when he looks up to Andros , there's a genuine request for the truth. "You have nothing to gain from this war going our way. This is no blind loyalty." He can't bring himself to ask why he's followed so dutifully. Why he's never shown any signs of switching sides. BECAUSE HE'S SCARED OF THE ANSWER.

THERE IS THIS DANCE THAT THEY SEEM TO DO - toeing a dangerous line that Andros knows could be fatal if crossed. His identity was a difficult thing and if it were to become public , they would both find themselves in the midst of chaos. PERHAPS THAT'S WHY ANDROS HAS BEEN SO RELUCTANT TO VISIT JAIME - unless he physically has to , to bring him food and water. His eyes find the King's for a moment , and he can't help but smile. "I have not , and it worries me." IT'S AS CLOSE TO THE TRUTH AS HE CAN GET. Once the wound is wrapped , his fingers linger around Robb's wrist for a moment. The only person who knows who his father really is. YET HE HAD TRUSTED HIM ENOUGH TO TELL HIM , despite knowing the possible consequences. Yet , the King had not sent him away , had not ordered he be held as a hostage. Andros had simply remained as he was. A soldier. Finally , he drops his wrist. "The north deserves justice. No one should have suffered as your father did , as you and your mother now do. Your sisters too." His voice and word choice are delicate , careful not to overstep. "I believe in your cause....in you , your grace."

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It's not the first time Robb's come close to worse than some minor wounds. THEY'D HEAL IN TIME AND HE'D BE RIGHT BACK OUT THERE. Robb doesn't believe in staying back and letting his men handle the fighting. He's never been that way. No , his father taught him better.

Being a good King meant being there right beside your men.

It also meant knowing when to save himself so he could continue to lead his men. Something Robb was still learning to navigate , even now. Pressures of his bannermen pushing him to continue riding into battle.

"When have you ever known me to use caution?" Mostly when his mother was insisting on it. He almost doesn't catch him attempting to say 'me' , and the young King's eyes dart up to him , before rolling his lips , and casting his gaze back down to his hand , a look of disappointment when he hadn't said 'me' , despite who Andros was , who he was related to , over time that had not mattered so much.

"Kings so often are." Though not nearly as important as a father usually was. There's a lingering question in Robb's mind , that won't leave. Why Andros continues to be loyal to him , despite his own father sitting in chains in the mud and muck just outside. "You're loyalty has meant a lot to .. to the North." To me , is what he wants to say , but those words the King is too cowardly to say outright.

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There's a certain amount of caution as Andros carefully wraps the wound on Robb's hand - heart pounding in his chest. HE IS UNFORTUNATELY AWARE THAT HIS OWN FATHER SITS LOCKED IN A MAKESHIFT CELL JUST OUTSIDE THE TENT , that his own identity hangs in the balance. Yet , there's a sort of relief , being here. Helping the king. Fingers are gentle , eyes narrowed as he focuses on the task he's been given.

"If it were my place , i might urge you to have more caution , your grace." WORDS ARE SOFT , gaze affectionate if guarded. "You are important to m- to everyone."

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"Can I steal a little more of your side? I'm feeling cramped here." ; @myrc3lla

HE'D ALMOST FOUND SLEEP WHEN SHE SPOKE. He found he slept better when she was there sharing his bed. He knew his mother wouldn't approve , but he figured it was high time that he stop worrying about what she thought. He loved Myrcella , he wanted to give her all the happiness and safety that was in his power to do. Inhaling sharply , he perks awake , looking to her when what she had asked processed , and the sleepy , confused look , soon shifted to a playful smile as he pulled her into his arms , holding her against him while he lay on his side. "How's this? Do you have enough room now Princess?"

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"𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 , 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒘. 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕 , 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘."

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃 , 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓. 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑 , 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

L1TTLELIONMAN is a private , selective, mutuals only roleplay blog for TYRION LANNISTER from ASOIAF. muse is based on show , some book influence , and headcanons. penned by jj.

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"the princess was captured on her way back to dorne from king's landing by the manderly fleet. taken to the now king in the north, a boy she once danced. both grown, taken as leverage in the endless war, it took little for the princess to show some of that affection she thought lost for the king. what surprised most, was how easy it had been for the king to grow warmer to the princess. it became clear to everyone when the king had taken his time to return to the camp and once he returned, the princess was visible shaken and relieved." robb st.ark and myrc.ella barath.eon.

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Bed Sharing starters

"Sorry if I'm hogging the blankets. Just nudge me if you need more."

"I'll be sure to give you a gentle kick if I start shivering."

"Do you mind if I turn off the lamp? I prefer sleeping in total darkness."

"Is it just me or is this bed too small for both of us?"

"Did you hear that noise? I think there's something under the bed."

"Can I steal a little more of your side? I'm feeling cramped here."

"Your feet are freezing!"

"Let's make an invisible line to keep our icy toes on our own sides."

"I hope I don't snore. If I do, just nudge me awake, okay?"

"Mind if I put on some calming music? It helps me drift off to sleep."

"Did you just steal the covers again?"

"I think you're secretly a cover thief."

"Can we talk for a bit? Sometimes it helps me relax before sleep."

"What's on your mind? I'm here to listen."

"I think we need to establish some boundaries in this bed-sharing situation."

"I'm sorry if I accidentally elbowed you."

"I tend to move a lot in my sleep."

"This is a bit weird, isn't it? Sharing a bed with a friend."

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THE TIME HE SPENT AWAY FROM CAMP WAS AGONY ; what was worse was that revealing why was simply put , not an option. He missed Myrcella when he was gone. He wanted to see her at the end of the day , and missed seeing her golden hair in the mornings. There was a war to win , yes. But the young Lord was in love. The worst fate for a King in the midst of a war. His sights were now set on getting back to camp. Even narrowly missing a mortal wound , and getting away with a wounded shoulder that was mostly healed by the time they returned .. It was no matter though. He was finally back.

Meetings with his mother and the other Lords was tiresome , and all he wanted was to excuse them , so he could see the one he really wished to see. The hour was late and Robb was wondering where the entire evening seemed to have gone , when that ever so familiar blonde hair made it's appearance in his tent. He didn't answer her worried , quickened rambling. Only moving to close the gap between them and letting his lips meet the ones he had missed while he was away. It's hungry , needy. Like he's been away for months instead of just short of a week. "It's nothin ," He answered against her lips before another stream of kisses leaves his lips to land on hers. "Can hardly feel it anymore. But I missed you."

@suvi0nseperzys asked: [ comfort ] for a kiss to reassure - @w0lfk1ng

The   princess   cannot   help   but sigh   in   relief   when   she   first   lay   eyes   on   him.   She   thinks   she   should   be   more   careful,   considering   he   is   her   family's   sworn   enemy   but   the   relief   in   her   features   matches   that   of   Lady   Stark   at   the   sight   of   Robb   being   alive.   But   she   only   approaches   him   when   he   is   alone   in   his   tent   and   the   night   is   her   friend.   He   had   been   with   his   mother   and   advisors   and   none   liked   the   princess   quite   yet.  

"I   thought   you   lost.   We   received   no   raven.   .   .we   figured   you   injured."   She   finally   speaks   in   confidence.   Her   words   and   worries   are   cut   short   when   she   feels   his   lips   on   her   own   in   a   kiss;   the   familiar   taste   a   reassurance   he   was   the   same   man   that   had   left   camp   only   weeks   ago.   That   he   had   returned   and   Myrcella   sighs   into   the   touch,   her   hands   locked   on   his   jacket,   keeping   him   close.

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■ stark meme ■     [one/one] stark “It’s not about glory.”

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~ Claudia Gray

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gonna be revamping this blog up over the next few days...

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*/OOC POST.

going to be working on graphics today for this blog, and will likely be sending out some memes and post some short open starters. so be on the lookout for those, but robb is back everyone!!!

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to make things easier on me...this muse is actually going to be on @fictalmultitude.

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𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐏𝐓 𝐈𝐈

Feel free to change whatever you need to make it work for your muses. Triggers of childbirth & miscarriage apply

“Mother and father will be so pleased to hear the news!”

“You should not strain yourself so much and rest more.”

“Come, sit and let me take care of you.”

“I have brought you a gift for the babe.”

“The word father/mother suddenly has a nice ring to it.”

“Do you think the other children will like the new baby?”

“I think I felt the babe kick!”

“Is the baby bothering you? Here, let me try and soothe it.”

“Are you going to be sick? Let me help you.”

“You have never been more beautiful to me than when you are heavy with my child.”

“Take my arm, you waddle like a sea lion on land.”

“Are you not excited? You are not saying much…”

“Oh no, no, no, I should not be bleeding.”

“It is far too early for the baby to come!”

“The pain started an hour ago and it happened so quickly. There was blood and then it was over.”

“Why is there blood on your dress?”

“I came as fast as I could. The babe…?”

“You’ll be alright. These things happen unfortunately. The bleeding will stop soon.”

“I will not leave your side, I promise.”

“Here, hold my hand and squeeze it as hard as you want.”

“Tell me how I can help you.”

“Why don’t we take a little walk? It might help with the pain.”

“A bath will help with the pain. I’ll have a maid draw it up for you.”

“Let me help you change into something more comfortable.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with you.”

“That’s it, deep breaths. I know it hurts, but you are doing so well.”

“You don’t have to lie flat on your back. There are other positions you could try.”

“You are doing so well! I can see the baby’s head!”

“One big push and the babe will come.”

“There is a lot of blood. Should there be so much blood?”

“I have been in pain all night, but thought nothing of it.”

“I think my waters have broken.”

“Quick, call for the midwife, the baby is coming too fast!”

“I cannot do this! I want the pain to stop!”

“I do not want my husband in here. He will only be in the way.”

“This is a place for women only. Men have to stay outside.”

“I think I might vomit from the pain.”

“Please help me take a bath. Maybe that will ease the pain.”

“I have been in pain for hours. When will it finally stop?”

“This is your first babe. It will take a while to come.”

“What if my body doesn’t know how to do this?”

“Quick, help me lie down. I think I can feel the head coming.”

“Please don’t leave me alone here with strangers! I am afraid.”

“I wish to nurse my babe myself. I don’t require a wet nurse.”

“Come here and hold your son/daughter.”

“I am so very proud of you for gifting me this little miracle.”

“Childbirth truly is the battlefield of women.”

“The babe has your nose and my eyes.”

“I never thought babies were so…small.”

“Rest now, you have done well. I will watch the babe.”