[ perhaps it has been too long, perhaps he has forgotten her ways. she says, take your clothes off and robb freezes, uncertain and flustered. grey wind gives a huff, more amused than a direwolf has any right to sound, and turns with a flick of his tail into the room given over for his use. entitled as a king, the wolf of robb stark. if only robb could manage to follow his example, then maybe all would have turned out different.
but they'll never know, will they? ]
I've nothing else.
[ which is the point, really. this is all he has left of home. these clothes, the ones that had survived space and terror and all manner of horrors, they're all he has left of westoros. to strip them from his body would be to sever the last of this connection, the connection he's become so removed from.
robb's loathe to do so, wishes to cling on tightly to the last link he has left even if he knows it might not be possible. ]
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ALWAYS AWKWARD gosh abs he can't just take his clothes off!!
but they'll never know, will they? ]
I've nothing else.
[ which is the point, really. this is all he has left of home. these clothes, the ones that had survived space and terror and all manner of horrors, they're all he has left of westoros. to strip them from his body would be to sever the last of this connection, the connection he's become so removed from.
robb's loathe to do so, wishes to cling on tightly to the last link he has left even if he knows it might not be possible. ]