this may have been a bad idea

[eldeststark]

The dusk today sees a young man outside, knee deep in a progressively deeper rectangular hole, looking annoyed, worried, and confused. Every so often he looks up and snaps something sharply to the pony-sized wolf pacing in taut circles above him, that seems to have something to do with what can only be a body.

Grey Wind's muzzle is still bloody and

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[goldnhand]

I TOTALLY DID NOT SEE THIS UNTIL NOW BECAUSE I SUCK. GO MEEEE sigh.

Jaime Lannister was dreaming-- Brienne was shouting at him, and he couldn't find Oathkeeper, he says he gave it to her, and she was saying... something. Jaime couldn't tell. And then the shadows attacked again and he was alone, or screaming, and-- Jaime awakes with a start.

Into a face full of dirt hack hack cough sputter flail glare at wolf cough some more twitch.

[eldeststark]

DO NOT <3 <3

--Grey Wind snarls at him and Robb, who has been distracted, seizes his ruff and hauls him back, jaw tightening and expression still strained, but more neutral than it was. And holding his wolf back from killing Jaime again, because that wouldn't really achieve much.

"I forgot about that," he notes, a little bit flatly. Make no mistake, Jaime, he's still pissed at you, but it's cooled off a little, since killing someone wasn't as satisfying as he thought it would be.

[goldnhand]

There is dirt up Jaime's nose and it tickles surely there is no justice in the world. He tries to stand, and finds it somewhat easier than he would've expected, which is surprising considering he was recently dead oh let's not think about that too much shall we.

And he stares down at the grave and realizes it's more than he deserves, all things considered.

"Oh?" He says, but under his breath-- Robb can ignore it, if he likes, and sit back and watch Jaime attempt to climb out of his own grave with one hand. Surely, it will be an amusing sight.

[eldeststark]

He's tempted, and it shows in his expression for a moment, but he's determined to be more decent than his enemy here, so still holding Grey Wind with one hand, he takes Jaime's wrist to haul him up.

"Oh what?"

[goldnhand]

Jaime stares at Robb for a moment, two... and then, with a resigned sigh, he takes the help and climbs from the grave. Curiously, his pride is the only thing that hurts.

"Oh, what did you forget? That the dead don't stay dead, here?" Because he certainly never knew that.

[eldeststark]

Robb lets him stare, at least outwardly unconcerned, if a bit disgruntled. Jaime's pride can deal. As far as Robb's concerned, that is a highly reasonable casualty. He does let go quickly enough, though, and step back, hauling Grey Wind with him, who is not at all pleased with this state of affairs.

"Yes, that."

[goldnhand]

Jaime is used to disgust. It doesn't really register with him, anymore. He stands, righting himself.

"Ah." Jaime goes about dusting himself off, staring anywhere but at Robb, trying not to glare at that wolf too much. Remember what happened last time? Not really, but it couldn't've been good. He stares down at the grave. "Thank you."

[eldeststark]

Robb snorts, very dryly amused. "For what, the grave?"

He, on the other hand, is only looking at Jaime. Trying to figure something out. Something.

[goldnhand]

Considering what Robb could have done to his body? That would have been more less completely warranted? Yeah, for the grave. Of course, manly men like Jaime Lannister don't say things like that, so he just shrugs, nodding slightly, still avoiding Robb's gaze.

Jaime knows, now, why men should not come back from death. Meeting one's killer is a terribly awkward experience.

[eldeststark]

This is true. But it really didn't occur to him.

For more than a couple seconds.

Robb's mouth twists, and he narrows his eyes, just a little. And waits, wondering if if he lets the awkward silence stretch out long enough he'll get some answers. Hasn't worked so far. But maybe it will. Asking 'what was with the expression' doesn't quite sound good.

[goldnhand]

Alright this is getting ridiculous. Jaime is thirty and this kid hasn't seen his second decade yet why does he unnerve him so?

It doesn't take Jaime long to remember the answers. Because Jaime failed his mother. Because he thinks Jaime organized the Red Wedding. Jaime never really forgot.

But bringing those up would be a death to his pride he couldn't handle. Not that he's handling his physical death all that well, but... well, repression isn't really healthy, but it works. Anyway. "Right, then." Finally, he looks Robb Stark in the eyes, "I suppose you want to kill me again, or do you have some grand purpose in mind that I've just not yet grasped?" Veneer of nonchalance now properly back in place, Jaime even manages a sneer.

[eldeststark]

Grey Wind doesn't like that! He snarls. Robb, however, is determined to stay calm. He just looks back at Jaime with eyes that really are quite similar to Catelyn's and are currently very intent. "No, actually, killing you wasn't nearly as satisfying as I thought it would be." He glances at Grey Wind, who he is still holding onto.

"I'm more curious, really."

[goldnhand]

The similarity to Catelyn is unnerving, but Jaime tries not to let that effect him, too much. He's been acting foolish, lately, it's time to... to do something. Jaime is so used to having a purpose and following orders and knowing how things are going to end before they do. This place is... well, not that.

Eyebrow raise, still sneering, oh ho ho look how evil I am, just as you expected, "Over too quick, was it? I'm sure you can try again, now."

As for the other comment, Jaime looks puzzled. Of course, his mouth keeps going where his brain is busy elsewhere, and so he says, "That is a common trait of boys, yes; I suppose it's not unheard of in boy-kings."

[eldeststark]

We don't expect Robb is helping so much with that. He frowns a bit, and Grey Wind is still growling continuously, but Robb doesn't let go of him. And twitches a bit for that comment, noting sharply, "I'm older than you were when you were raised to the Kingsguard." He taps one hand on his leg in a moment of silence.

"You seemed surprised." And that, thinking about it more, now, is surprising. After all, seeing someone you killed, while initially surprising, might lead to an expectation of reprisal. At least, in Robb's head.

[goldnhand]

"Most are. I was rather young, then; you may recall." The only reason Jaime doesn't say You're still younger than when I killed the king. is because he can't honestly remember how old Robb is.

Or, uh, was.

Moving on. "Well, yes, a giant wolf was lunging at me. It does not happen to one every day, myself especially."

[eldeststark]

Grey Wind makes a noise that says he would like to make sure it happens to him every day. Robb gives him a look and shakes his ruff a little before looking back. "No, but I can't imagine you were that surprised by it." A bit dryly. "After everything, I don't think you really expected an open-armed welcome."