╳ ┊❛ lannister.
A fresh semester, supposed new start within the school he’d grown accustomed to. Thankful that he yet retained former roommate, for relative few he might find himself patient enough to endure for an extended period of time. Fresh faces abundant, some of whom he recognized from social circles outside of the school - the Starks, for one. Tension oft had their lain between the noble families, for Tywin’s ruthlessness was hardly the sort of method the Northerners took to.
The voice, annoyingly familiar.
A sense of pride the Lannister heir holds in his appearance, for it’s one of many things he’s had to his advantage. For his shoes, to be scuffed? A scowl, surely not. A glance enough to confirm his suspicions, she’s pulling his leg. ❛ Never would have thought to see you here, of all places. A bit warm for you, isn’t it? Has the heat gotten to your head? ❜ It’s not particularly warm, no - average sofar as the weather is concerned, a hint at rain present in the cloud cover.❛ Unfortunately, pets are forbidden. ❜
He doesn’t count the horses, no. They’re not exactly pets, after all. Last semester they’d snuck a kitten in, but that was another time ; some friends from that time, gone.
she grins && it’s almost as it her mouth is filled with precious stones. rubies, garnets, rubellites clinging to the pearl of her teeth. of course he knows she speaks in jest && it takes away half of the fun. ( had he ever fallen for taunts of such manner ?? she remembers most of their interactions. rarely pretty. ) ❛ y'ken … scotland does see sun && can get quite warm out. not exactly a frozen wasteland. ❜ it can be, however. mind flashes to winters in their country home, snow against brick && stone && dark hair. shakes her head. refuses to let him know. ( probably already does. common sense && all. )
&& no pets. how dull. there are horses, she loves the creatures, make no mistake, && yet knows full well there will come a time heart aches for pets left at home with naught but caretakers until vacation. ( grumpy forest cat, tamaskan still prone to nipping at wrists && ankles with his sharp teeth. an obvious perfect match. old school so close, estate visits were classified as mere day trip && it was hardly rare desire that had her often slipping away. )
she rises && it’s as if someone is pulling her up. fingers ‘tween birdcage ribs && pulling. maneuvers so she’s sitting properly, legs kicking one two, one two. fragile rhythm. ( she is far enough back that soles just barely graze the grass. ) cheek 'pon shoulder round, she assesses ;; it almost seems as if she is awaiting more to go spoken by golden boy but rarity is it that youth goes capable of remaining silent for very long 'less there is no choice. almost as if she loves the sound of her voice. ( SPOILER ALERT ;; sometimes she does. )
❛ you’re not gonna properly greet me ?? tsk, what bad manners, lannister. ❜ it hardly matters that conversation went initiated by her. she adopts facade, dons wounded demeanor. slaps hand over heart, palm flush && fingers so splayed they arch backwards. ever one for dramatics. there is another smile tugging, kept at bay.
❛ && here i thought we were friends !! ❜