[Twenty-two years ago, there was a little boy born to two loving (and wealthy) parents. Not that it mattered, because soon enough he disappeared, and Robb Stark soon became known as the missing Stark heir. One year passed, then two, then a decade had gone by, and there was still no sign of the boy, or any ransom note, for that matter. By now, it's all too certain that he's dead and gone, the victim of some random crime.
Except that's the official story, the one most everyone knows. The one behind the scenes is that the kid's alive and well, working as a barista in a Starbucks somewhere in New York, and even that one's got a story underneath it as well.
See, up until he was nineteen, he thought his last name was "Baelish", a notion that was quickly disproven when he started looking closer at his papers and noticed something just slightly off about them.
How do you react when you find out you're not who you thought you were? In Robb's case, he starts digging, looks for more clues. Along the way he packs up, changes his name (he always did like Edward Scissorhands), and moves to New York--for uni, he tells people, and it's acceptable enough that they don't ask any further. That much, he's thankful for.
He's a wolf, he was born one, he's got wolf's blood running through his veins, probably why he's always liked dogs. On the other hand, though, he was raised by a mockingbird, he can lie and bluff and bullshit just fine.
It's a crisp autumn day, and a slow Saturday as well. Robb's not really expecting anything to happen today, but then he glances out the window and feels--well, not exactly a chill, but it's an unwelcome feeling. He takes off his apron, tells Loras, "Can you cover for me, there's something I need to take care of, I'll make it up to you tomorrow," and walks out to meet someone he'd thought he wouldn't be seeing around.]
What do you want? [He's wary, and just a little tensed.]
TELENOVELA!GOT aka effy stalks old plurk convos and tl;drs too much; idk go with who you like
Except that's the official story, the one most everyone knows. The one behind the scenes is that the kid's alive and well, working as a barista in a Starbucks somewhere in New York, and even that one's got a story underneath it as well.
See, up until he was nineteen, he thought his last name was "Baelish", a notion that was quickly disproven when he started looking closer at his papers and noticed something just slightly off about them.
How do you react when you find out you're not who you thought you were? In Robb's case, he starts digging, looks for more clues. Along the way he packs up, changes his name (he always did like Edward Scissorhands), and moves to New York--for uni, he tells people, and it's acceptable enough that they don't ask any further. That much, he's thankful for.
He's a wolf, he was born one, he's got wolf's blood running through his veins, probably why he's always liked dogs. On the other hand, though, he was raised by a mockingbird, he can lie and bluff and bullshit just fine.
It's a crisp autumn day, and a slow Saturday as well. Robb's not really expecting anything to happen today, but then he glances out the window and feels--well, not exactly a chill, but it's an unwelcome feeling. He takes off his apron, tells Loras, "Can you cover for me, there's something I need to take care of, I'll make it up to you tomorrow," and walks out to meet someone he'd thought he wouldn't be seeing around.]
What do you want? [He's wary, and just a little tensed.]