sovereignstark:

                                   Laughter.
The sound is one he feels has
not been heard for almost an age.
Nevertheless it’s music to his ears. 

“Cynicism is the new black, haven’t you heard?”
He allows himself a small smile at that.

“I get out quite enough however I think I
will join you. I’ll feel you’re more safe with
me there than the Tyrell boy.”

:: 〖 ❣ 〗――— ::

                 ”You’re talking to the wrong
               Stark. Black isn’t my colour.“

          The world isn’t perfect, but
      right here, right now, she can
      pretend with the best of them.

        ”I’m pretty sure he’s older than
               you, Robb. Just admit you’re
                hungry and we can go for Thai.“