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“I suppose I’m completely utterly insane a little crazy, but I knew that any romantic involvement with you could be potentially dangerous —— but do you r e a l l y think I care? Because I don’t. At all.”
"This is your life, Iris! How could you n o t care!" A small growl escaped his lips, "You know something is wrong when I'm the one who is caring about this shit. Do you think this is all a game? I'm not worth your life, Iris!"
“I'll start carrying a pocketknife or something —— if someone gets close enough to hurt me, they won't be able to…”
"You want to start carrying a pocketknife?
Are you crazy, did you not see the guy
I just killed beat the shit out of for you?
There's no way!"
“But it’s just a little bit. ‘M gonna be f i n e.”
"But what if next time, it's not just a little scratch.. What if I'm not there to protect you."
“It’s not your fault. ‘M not mad at you.”
"I don't care what you think. Those fuckers made you bleed, No one touches you and gets away with it."
"Oh, w o w... Would you look at that, someone gathered all their courage just to talk back to me."
A slight pause, he's trying real hard not to laugh. "Good job, now will you just shut the fuck up?"
“I promise you, I’m fine.”
"I'm sorry, Iris... I didn't know they'd come after...you..."
Robb’s finger intervened in the case of the Black direwolf and looked at him a little worried. He looked weak and hungry. ”—- My boy.” He scratched him behind his big ears and looked deep into his eyes. But where was Rickon and Bran? In short, he straightened up and looked around. Of his brothers was nothing to see. But more on that later. Now he gave Shaggydog something to eat.
He knew what he was looking for, the boys, his family. His eyes became wide, and for a moment he looked afraid. Although it quickly disappeared. In all truth, he had lost their scent weeks ago. He had rarely eaten since, too worried to even eat a squirrel. He wanted Rickon, he wanted Bran and Hodor, even Osha, Jojen, and Meera. He missed how the small boy would cuddle up against him, how he would sit on his back when he was too tired to walk and wanted to rest just a little more, he just wanted him back.
"I don’t know how I could have gotten the short end of the stick.” She wouldn’t answer —— it would make her feel better and worse. She honestly believed that he was too good for her; she was an absolute disaster, and everything about him seemed unreal to her because why would someone like him want someone like her? He was absolutely gorgeous, and he could easily have anyone he wanted at his beck and call; she was passive-aggressive and clingy and cried herself to sleep more often than she cared to admit. But a smile and oh my god he’s brilliant quickly replaced every negative thought in her mind as she giggled at him and scooted over, curling up to him while she searched Netflix for Titanic. “You know me so well,” she said softly, kissing his cheek.
There was more than a hundred things he could think of as to how he was much worse for her than she was for him. He was rude, greedy, and all around vicious. He was abusive, and in more ways than one, lucky for her she had only experienced his verbal abuse, along with a few rough grabs. He didn't feel like arguing however, shrugging with the tilt of his head, "Yeah, sure, whatever." The love she had shown him was different, pure in some ways. She clung to him as if he was her life support, as most of the woman he slept with did the night after, but she was different nonetheless. Her grip wasn't full of terror, nor were her eyes wide with regret. She clung to him with a certain softness, so gentle as if he was a piece of broken glass and did not wish to damage it further. Her lips were warm against his cheek, and he seemed to grumble to himself, although he rather enjoyed the gesture, it made him feel...important. "Lets see how long it takes you to cry this time." He breathed, although he didn't mean to sound so cruel, it was just his way of speaking.
Next he looked around. But then he heard rustling from all directions in the bushes. He immediately grabbed the handle of his sword and drew it from the scabbard. His breath came fast. A black wolf stepped out of the bushes. ”—- Shaggydog?” He said with a high voice and put the sword back into its sheath.
The direwolf stayed quite as he approached Robb with a limp, only snarling when the other soldiers advanced to them, it's muzzle raising as he growled. He rubbed his head against the king's leg, licking at the palm of his hand as he heard his name. Again, he nuzzled.
Rickon stood silent with his arms wrapped around Shaggy. His eyes were wandering the room until they made their way back around to meet the male. He pushed away from the dark haired man and turned around, sauntering over to the table that laid in front of his bed. “No one saw you, right?” he questioned. Ripping a loaf of bread in half and handing a piece to Shaggy before shoving a piece in his mouth for himself.
He took the bread from the small boy's hands, plopping down onto a seat before taking a small nibble from it. "I made sure no one saw me..." His eyes flickered away from him, and he pursed his lips together harshly. He began to feel anxious, his fingers tapping against his knee as he thought of what he'd done, who he hurt. A small huff escaped his lips as he looked back to Rickon, frowning lightly.
"Of course," she said softly, nodding her head. "And you have —— well, you have a rather harmless but equally clingy girlfriend. You kind of got the worse end of the deal, didn’t you?" Her voice sounded completely joking, but the look on her face was dead serious. Her self-esteem was painfully low, and she supposed he would either learn that soon enough or learn to deal with it soon enough.
"You think I got the short end of the stick in this relationship? If I agree will it make you feel better, or worse?" He still refused to let go, staring back at her before raising his eyebrows in response, "Because either way it's lying." The words flowing from her mouth didn't surprise him much, he did target broken things, after all. He thought to himself, what would make her feel better? It was a rhetorical question really, picking her up in one swoop before setting her down on their bed, reaching over her before grabbing the tv remote and flipping it on and plopping down next to her. "Go ahead," he shrugged, handing her the remote, "Find titanic already."
"I am most definitely yours," she muttered, the faintest hint of a smile on her lips. Generally, being treated as he was treating her made Iris absolutely furious; however, she didn’t quite mind because the way he was holding her to him so tightly like she might actually leave if he weren’t, which was absolutely ridiculous. There wasn’t a place in the world that she’d rather be in that moment than in his arms, still somewhat angry with him for being so daft but completely content because wow, that was a good kiss. Her smile grew slightly as she kissed him again, significantly softer than the previous one.
"If anyone besides me ever touches you the way I just did you just tell them you have a psycho boyfriend who isn't afraid to rip out their heart and make it look like an accident, ok?" His tone was serious, but his facial expression was playful. Of course, he wasn't joking in the slightest. Now that she had admitted it, she was going to have a very rough and antagonizing ways if she ever dared to leave him. He was a bit thrown off by the softness of her kiss, but accepted it eagerly, not exactly sure how to react.
Her bright eyes closed for a moment as she took a deep breath, trying to make sense of what was happening— but really, she couldn’t, and she didn’t want to, and sure, his grip on her hips hurt a bit (she’s a small girl, okay?) but it was the good sort of pain. She didn’t want him to let her go, and she didn’t want to say anything —— so the only logical solution was for her to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him. Which she did.
He wasn't entirely sure about what he was doing, only going on a whim at this point. Her eyes shut, and he felt her shift within his grasp. He didn't dare speak, afraid that if he'd talk he'd ruin it. His arms hooked around her waist, forcing her into his chest with every ounce of force he could muster. All he needed was that push, the one thing to kick him into overdrive, a kiss. He replied to it tenfold, unaware of how dangerously assertive he was being. He pulled away, his lips still brushing against hers as he went to speak, his words getting caught in his throat.
"I’m sorry, okay? Sorry for caring, even though you obviously need someone to care about you as much as I need someone to care about me." She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at the silvery-blonde locks frustratedly. "You can’t break something that’s already as fucked up as I am. You could worsen my emotional state a little bit, but you can’t break me any worse than I’m already broken —— and what if I don’t want you to leave either?"
The man made his way to her quickly, grabbing roughly at her waist before getting in her face, looking more than furious. "Well then stop it, stop that shit right now." He let out an annoyed huff, his grip around her tightening before pressing his forehead against hers briskly. "You're so ignorant, and hopeless..." His breathing slowed, and his eyes flickered to hers, "...But you're mine."
"Sorry," she said, giving him her kicked puppy look. She didn’t want him to think that something didn’t matter —— everything mattered to her, even the little things that actually don’t matter at all. Iris cared too much about everything.
"Why do you care so much anyways?" A loud huff escaped his lips, shaking his head in frustration, "I treat you like shit, I treat everyone like shit. I practically manipulated you to do my bidding, and now look at us. You were supposed to be like the rest, so broken, that any relationship will hold you together. Now that you've figured it out, I have to find someone new, someone hopeless." He let out a low growl, "But would you look at that, it seems like something is terribly wrong because I don't want to leave...I don't want to leave you."
"You can’t do that, Shaggy!" Rickon shook his small head with anger while he spoke. The young boy jumped off the bench with a heavy sigh. He approached him slowly, never breaking eye contact. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do when he reached him, expecting himself to scold him more but instead, wrapping his short arms around his waist. "They could kill you." he whispered. Rickon looked up, his chin slightly resting below Shaggys rib cage. He loved the dark haired male, but he knew it was his job to keep him from getting in trouble. And even though the task seemed to get harder by the week, he would never let him go.
His eyes fell to Rickon as he walked, his face etched in mortification. He decided to stand his ground, ready for any means of discipline the little boy would give. He went to shut his eyes tightly, fearing of the harsh words to come and commands. Only could he do this to him, make him so fearful, so regretful. However, he was more than stunned to feel his small arms wrap around his waist, squeezing as tightly as he could. Hearing the distress in his voice, he nodded swiftly, pursing his lips together, “I won’t do it anymore, I promise you, I won’t do it anymore…” He nodded briskly, wrapping his arms around the child, “I’m sorry…”
