[if her eyes are wide, it's because she's shy. she wants to tell him that she is all kinds of wrong for him and the way she wets lips painted red is as enough a message as her heart can share.
because even if she is all sorts of wrong, bad blood, bad family bad everything--she's here. and he's being a gentleman and he doesn't see westerling on her forehead he just sees jeyne. and while she could look, run, hide from all these voices and faces--she's looking at robb.
that doesn't stop her from wanting to pull on his hands, tell him they should go take a walk, she can be barefoot or dance just the two of them and kiss and do all the things that wouldn't be right--it doesn't stop her from wanting.
how did this even happen. she wants to say, how did she stop being so careful--was it when he blushed or had that smile or was it the curls? (she had such a thing for hair) and she just doesn't know.
she lightly pinches his arm at that, biting back a snort.]
Such a charmer, Robb. [but do you even know that no one ever talks to me like this? is what her face says, all pink and tan skin.
it's that and so many other things that keeps her standing there, sliding her arm through his in those heels she always wanted to try wearing again. and she likes to think she's putting on her brave face, smile and all.]
Okay. You've got me now. [you've had me for a while. ugh..]
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because even if she is all sorts of wrong, bad blood, bad family bad everything--she's here. and he's being a gentleman and he doesn't see westerling on her forehead he just sees jeyne. and while she could look, run, hide from all these voices and faces--she's looking at robb.
that doesn't stop her from wanting to pull on his hands, tell him they should go take a walk, she can be barefoot or dance just the two of them and kiss and do all the things that wouldn't be right--it doesn't stop her from wanting.
how did this even happen. she wants to say, how did she stop being so careful--was it when he blushed or had that smile or was it the curls? (she had such a thing for hair) and she just doesn't know.
she lightly pinches his arm at that, biting back a snort.]
Such a charmer, Robb. [but do you even know that no one ever talks to me like this? is what her face says, all pink and tan skin.
it's that and so many other things that keeps her standing there, sliding her arm through his in those heels she always wanted to try wearing again. and she likes to think she's putting on her brave face, smile and all.]
Okay. You've got me now. [you've had me for a while. ugh..]