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      “ where are you going? ”

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GOLDENSTAGQUEEN.

       “You MIGHT have at one point but I doubt you would remember.         You were just a babe back then.” 

       “ well, who are you then? ”

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goldenstagqueen

           “ sorry, do i know you?? ”

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mutuals ;; like for a starter

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ROBB

           ❝  You bit people?  ❞  The lordling tries his best not to let amusement slip through a smile, as he was not playing the part of older brother alone no longer. Whilst their Mother was away, he was to be more to his younger brothers.  ❝ You shouldn’t do that, Rickon. Shaggy even less, his bite can tear a man’s arm off. ❞ And the question that follows clenches at his heart. Robb leans down, picking his brother up. Fate had been cruel to him, for one so young to lose father and mother, and be left alone for most the time.  ❝ Because I must, pup. I have to care for the North. But I’ll always return to you, I promise. And while I’m here, let’s not talk about my leaving. I can spend time with you now. What do you wish to do? ❞

arms wrap around his brother’s neck, head falling to the older’s shoulder with a displeased noise. “ he didn’t mean to hurt them. they kept saying mother and father weren’t coming back. WE got mad. ” he’s desperately clinging to robb, arms perhaps too tight to be comfortable around his neck as he sniffles quietly. their father used to pick him up all the time -- just like this. “ the NORTH can’t need you as much as we do... i want to practice my sword fighting! ” as if to demonstrate exactly what that was, he uses his arm to mimic a sword, pulling back and playfully whacking robb in the shoulder. “ have you gotten into any battles yet?? father used to talk about battles all the time! ”

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ARYA

He’s so very wrong about that. There is nothing more that Arya valued than her little brother’s life. “You think I would not do the same?” she countered with a chuckle, giving her brother a light whack on the shoulder. Regardless of the words they said now, she’d always place Rickon’s safety as her priority. He may hate her for her decision. He may never forgive her and worst, he may be left alone in this world if it came to placing down her own life. But at least, he’d be alive.

Arya reached up to give her brother a gentle peck on the cheek before ruffling his hair with a chuckle. “Well, now that we’ve made the unfortunate decision for you to come along with me. I want to know just how well you can take care of yourself, little brother.” She stepped away from her brother as she pulled Needle from its place on her belt, pointing at Rickon. 

he barely moves even at the playful shove to his shoulders. he’s become  strong without his family. he’d had no choice. he’d had to look out for himself and shaggydog was always there to guide him along the way. now, with arya there, he can’t help but fear he’ll fall into the dependence on his siblings once more just to have them torn away from him. he would survive on his own, but there’s nothing that he craves more than to have his family at his side once more. as it was supposed to be. then his face is red and he ruffles his own hair with a huff after her hand retracts, easy grin sliding onto his features as his other hand moves to grasp at the  handle of his sword. he unsheathes it quickly, the heavy sword held steadily in the air with one strong arm. he hadn’t bothered to name the thing. it held no value to him, ultimately. he’d picked it up off of a knight’s body along an empty road. “ aye, and i’d like to see how my sister’s been all these years. ”

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TOM

   He’s laying on his     bed, watching the     other sit down too.     Book open in his     lap, but his eyes     are on Rickon     instead of the     words on the     page.        “It is true! Why would         I lie to you? Professor         Slughorn says it’s        true too. I asked him!”  

    a grin is still alight on his features,     eyes briefly flickering over to the     other slytherin as he scans over     him. he’s extremely skeptical over     the whole topic.     “ some hidden chamber made by     salazar slytherin?? i doubt it, tom.     there’s no evidence of it. ”

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THEY’VE       ALL       GONE       AWAY

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   the   smile   was   not   finished   before   the   report   was   heard.

     ENJOLRAS,  pierced by eight bullets,  remained backed up against the wall as if        the bullets had nailed him there. GRANTAIRE, struck down, collapsed at his feet.

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alwcysdance

       “ now, we both know that isn’t true. ”        he’s seated on tom’s bed, legs pulled        in to sit criss-cross. he can’t help but        move a bit closer to the other boy, lips        pulled into a smile of amusement.

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& BRAN

          ❛ rickon ––––– ❜ he was about to argue further, to tell his little brother he           was wrong. robb was off down south fighting a war that would hopefully           bring their sisters back to them. their mother would be back soon, too,           though with that bran almost felt the same way as rickon. ❛ i won’t leave           you. i promise. ❜ with that he gently rests his head on top of his brother’s,           letting out a small sigh.

there’s a soft whimper from rickon as he burrows against the warmth and comfort his brother provides. it soothes his nerves a bit, breathing softly against the furs though sobs still threaten to spill over. he wants to believe that their family will return, but he can’t bring himself to. he’s too young to grasp why they can’t revert to their normal routines. their playful games and laughter that filled winterfell. “ will you sit in robb’s chair too? ”

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& ROBB

            What lies within the eldest’s blue eyes is SORROW as he look down into his sibling’s. It was regrettably that he left both Rickon and Bran for so long, especially when their mother was not there to care for them, but it was necessary. He had a DUTY to fulfil. ❝ I am the Stark in Winterfell, I’ve many responsibilities. Like Father had, remember? But I promise you that for the next few days, I will be here with you. Now, tell me, what have you been doing in my absence? How’s Shaggydog? ❞

his tight grasp does not loosen around robb’s leg, gaze trained up to catch his brother’s eyes. it had been lonely with only old nan, bran, shaggy, and summer to keep him company. it earned a pang to his heart to not have someone to look after him as their mother did, or robb even when he could spare a moment for the youngest stark. he yearned for the AFFECTION that had been granted to him since his birth, and he certainly couldn’t find that from bran who was scarcely old enough to take care of himself. “ shaggy and i bit people --- there was no one around to play with except shaggy. why must you leave again?? ”

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matching length does not bother me one bit. but matched enthusiasm and commitment is desired. if you have no muse for the thread then please drop it rather then give me a reply with no love or feeling or thought.

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ARYA

She remembered the day he was born. The chaos and excitement, how she was actually old enough to understand that they’d be a new addition to the family. Really, Arya had hoped hard for another brother, learning she’d probably get along with a boy than another girl like Sansa. He had been so small, wrapped in this bundle and she couldn’t stay long but the babe gave this little yawn and with a shared look with Bran, they both decided that their baby brother was something precious to be protected. And she held that promise till now, wanting nothing more than to keep Rickon safe. 

When he stepped away from the hug, a moments yearning for a longer lingering familial touch lost after so many years, Arya gave a soft smile, reserved only for those who held a place in her heart. “I was born first, pup. Part of that duty and honor, is placing your life above mine. I can’t promise that.” Smirking, Arya jabbed his chest with her index finger. “And please, don’t even go on about being a man and a better fighter because I can and will kick your ass.” 

his brows furrow in frustration. at the denial of promising to stay out of harm’s way for him. if there was one thing that he could ask of his sister, it would be to always stay at his side. no matter what, as long as they remained connected by the hip, he’d be strong. he’d be courageous and capable of taking on any task thrown at him. even taking back winterfell from the clutches of their enemies.

“ no. your life is valued far above mine, dear sister. i will go to all ends of the seven kingdoms and beyond to ensure your well-being. i will break a thousand promises and vows to keep you safe. ”  there’s finally a smile on the young stark’s lips, fond eyes directed at arya. only at arya. he’d never showed such gentility among anyone but his own blood.

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sry i havent been on much my wifi sucks