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

[ham]

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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.]

HMM how about we set that log after the one with cat?

[northless]

[He gives them a hard glare, and gets out himself before they can shove him out, then slams the door hard.

On his own tab. Great. He figures he'll just hitchhike his way there, or take the bus instead of flying. Or walk--he's not going to leave Grey Wind behind. One last defiance, perhaps.

He glances around, then starts walking back to his apartment. Right, he's only got three days to pack up, cancel every appointment he's made, quit his job at Starbucks, and say goodbye to the friends he's managed to make. Three days, and then he leaves New York behind and goes back to Vegas.

He opens the door, moves to turn on the lights before he remembers that he's been cut off, then bends down to catch Grey Wind as the dog bounds up to him, tail wagging.]

I missed you too. [Robb ruffles the dog's fur, then sets him down and stands up. New York has been his home for a while now, more of one than Las Vegas ever could've been, and for a moment he had managed to fool himself into thinking he could stick around forever. He supposes maybe he had that coming--he'd been careless in his escape, and Ros had paid the price.

He'd run, shed the name of Baelish for a little while, and it had honestly been the best feeling in the world, despite the hardships. He doubts he'll be able to experience that again.

Well. He's got three days. He figures he'll give himself two days of work to raise some money and say goodbye, then one day to pack up and leave the Big Apple behind.

How did that song go again? These vagabond shoes, they are longing to stray through the very heart of it... Well, he'd strayed through and around that heart, and he'd grown to like it.

And now he's leaving, and he's sure he'll miss it.

If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere.]

no problem! just ping me when you finish it :>

[ham]