There was a sense of familiarity being in her arms. Warmth, comfort, safety, and love. He pulls himself into her arms, toppling the two over upon the rug before the fire. He needed her to be the strong one for a moment, to not let go and anchor him. For far too long he held back his emotions, keeping them down by lock and key only to occasionally peek through the keyhole and allow one to surface from time to time.
There was too much pressure to do so, always had been, and if he had his senses together he would've been embarrassed and ashamed by this display of emotion before Margaery. He had been taught to save face for the public, forcing such a stoic display to permanently grace his features.
But the Gods were cruel and Robb felt it now more than ever as he pressed the bridge of his nose into the space where her neck and shoulder met. His arms wrapped around her tightly where he feared if he let go she would be ripped away from him as well. He remained like this for some time, ignoring the pressure upon his bones from the hard surface begging for him to move.
And eventually he does. He releases her and sits up. His eyes are red, but the tears had dried, only leaving a couple lingering streaks down his cheeks to his beard. Dejectedly, he looks to her and offers a small nod, "Thank you."
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Date: 2017-01-05 10:08 pm (UTC)There was too much pressure to do so, always had been, and if he had his senses together he would've been embarrassed and ashamed by this display of emotion before Margaery. He had been taught to save face for the public, forcing such a stoic display to permanently grace his features.
But the Gods were cruel and Robb felt it now more than ever as he pressed the bridge of his nose into the space where her neck and shoulder met. His arms wrapped around her tightly where he feared if he let go she would be ripped away from him as well. He remained like this for some time, ignoring the pressure upon his bones from the hard surface begging for him to move.
And eventually he does. He releases her and sits up. His eyes are red, but the tears had dried, only leaving a couple lingering streaks down his cheeks to his beard. Dejectedly, he looks to her and offers a small nod, "Thank you."