❝ infect me with your love and fill me with your poison ❞

[ham]

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ok can i have bodyguards seize him?

[pimping]

[Petyr is getting down to his last nerve at this point but he does his best to maintain his composure.]

Did you see no good in any of the years we spent together?

go for it!

[northless]

What I saw was you trying to control every detail of my life. Now you aren't, and if you'll excuse me, I have a dog that needs to be fed.

[Turning around to stalk off.]

8D

[pimping]

[sigh]

Seize him.

[Robb will find bodyguards moving to surround and grab him. Just a little trick Petyr picked up from Cersei Lannister. The woman may be a bitch but she knew how to run her political dynasty. Brute force was one of her weapons of choice. Petyr saw no harm in trying it out when push came to shove.]

fuuuuuuu--

[northless]

[He stops and whips around in surprise, but it's already too late, and despite his struggles, he's effectively helpless once they grab hold of him. He knows this trick, saw it in action when he was just coming into his teens, but never had he thought it'd be used on him.]

[pimping]

[Petyr watches Robb hauled into the back seat as he steps into the front and tells the chauffeur to drive. Lowering the partition between the back and the front, he speaks to his erstwhile son.]

I tried to be polite with you.

[northless]

[Goddammit, there are going to be bruises in the morning. And Loras, he's certain, will want explanations.]

How the hell did you even know where I was?

[pimping]

Robb.

[Seriously? Do you not know who you're talking to?]

[northless]

[...oh, wait, yeah. Petyr Baelish, goddammit, he really should've known better. And covered his tracks better.]

Fine. You've got me. [Against his will, btw.] What do you want now?

[pimping]

I want what's best for you, of course. That's what I've always wanted.

[northless]

You mean what's best for yourself. I just happened to be a stepping stone on the way there.

[pimping]

Nonsense. I could have offered the same opportunities to any other boy. What do I gain by giving these advantages to just you?

[northless]

[...god, he has a point. He lets out a huff, leans against the backseat.]

So why me? You could've taken in any other boy and called him your son, why did you pick me?

[pimping]

I loved your mother but she was to wed another. She already had my child in her belly then. I took what was mine.

[Lies, of course. It's the only way he knows how to win.]

[northless]

[He's silent as he lets that sink in. Then--]

But I'm not yours now.

[coinage]

Really, Robb? You think you belong better in squalor? On a block where you run the risk of being mugged and stabbed on a daily basis? You still carry my name, boy.

SHIT ALMOST POSTED WITH THE WRONG JOURNAL

[northless]

I'm illegitimate, aren't I? And I changed my name. Like I said, I can handle myself.

it's ok. i almost tagged you with ham several times

[coinage]

Your mother couldn't marry me. It wasn't for lack of trying though. You're still of my blood.

[Only not.]

[northless]

If that's so, then why keep it from me? All this time I wanted to know, and you never told me.

[pimping]

Because I feared that this would happen. That you would reject me.

[northless]

[He slumps down in his seat. God, suddenly he feels tired. And still angry, but mostly, he's tired. He needs--he needs sleep, yeah, that's a good idea.]

The way you treated me for a good deal of my life helped. [A sigh.] Can you just drop me off at my apartment?

[fingerling]

Just listen to yourself, Robb. Do you really think that's going to happen?

[northless]

You got your bodyguards to shove me into your car, the least you could do is give me a ride home. [He huffs, still a little indignant about that.] If not, then just let me get off, I can walk home myself.

[coinage]

That's exactly where we're taking you. The home you ran from. Did you even think of the people you were leaving behind, boy? This isn't just about me. I left Ros in charge of you. You know what happens to those who fail me. Or did you not care enough?

[northless]

[He sucks in a deep breath. Shit, Ros--he hadn't even thought about her, when he'd snuck out with a bag of clothes and enough money to make it to New York. And honestly, he liked her, somewhat. Certainly she didn't deserve whatever Petyr had planned for her.

His hand clenches into a fist, and god, he wants to punch something. Preferably somebody's face.

But dammit, he needs to play this right.]

Whatever you've done to her, stop. Ros didn't do or know anything. I went by myself, and I'll come back by myself. [Deep breath, then he runs his hand through his hair before letting it out.] Just give me a week or two to finish up a few things here, then I'll come back to Vegas. I swear.

[And unlike most of the people he knows, he means it. "That Baelish kid's word is as good as gold," he's overheard someone say once, and that much about him, at least, is true: despite all the lies and masks, when Robb swears something, he means to keep it.]

we can continue this in a musebox log c:

[fingerling]

[There's the soft spot. The boy always had far too much sympathy for his own good.]

You have three days. Fly on your own tab.

[With that, the partition between them rises and the car comes screeching to a halt. The same bodyguards that shoved him into the backseat now move to push him out.]