Can I be your memory? - [Closed: Robb & Jeyne] - May 20
“Maybe I do. But it’s always nicer to worry with a full stomach.” He grinned at her and got up. “Come on.”
Robb almost cringed when he saw his fridge. Ninety percent empty. Lucky for him and Jeyne, he had two tomatoes and some cheese, as well as some bread in the wall cabinet, so the sandwiches plan was still intact. He carried all the elements to the counter and started putting in practice his Impressive Cooking Skills as Jeyne sat on the kitchen island, her legs swinging. He looked at her for a moment before lowering his gaze to the food again, flushing. It would be so easy to fall for her one more time, he thought. Jeyne was everything someone could ever want: beautiful, kind, funny, smart. When he’d been a kid with no other thought in his mind apart from growing up to be just like his dad, he’d imagined that with some luck he’d find some day a girl he liked enough to marry, a wife to come home to, a mother to his kids. Jeyne had been that girl for him.
The problem was, Jeyne wasn’t who he wanted anymore.
“My mother would scream if she saw us right now, you know.” He licked some tomato juice off his thumb, looking at Jeyne amusedly before going back to his work. “She thinks I’m a disaster in the kitchen, and she’s right I guess. She’s always hoped I marry a girl who knows how to cook. I know how much you like take-out so that would have been a bit of a disappointment for her if I had proposed like I was… planning…” he trailed off, horrified.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
…Fuck.
“True, true.” Jeyne nodded knowingly, saluting after Robb guided her all the way to the kitchen. She regarded him fondly as his hands moved over ingredients as if he actually had an idea of what to do. Both of them had been completely useless at the kitchen at the time they were dating, and even if Robb tried to improve a little, Jeyne always went for the easy way out: take out food. Her feet crisscrossed in front of her while she smiled at them, absorbed in memories. Jeyne had always been a cheerful person despite all adversities, but she had to admit that her happiest times were always spent with Robb. They were friends now, really good friends, and in some ways it was the same way as before but in some it wasn’t. It really wasn’t. Jeyne was happy Robb had found someone after her, because she sure hadn’t.
“Would she, really?” she replied, snapping out of memories that were best left at the back of her head. Stealing a slice of cheese from Robb’s hand, Jeyne instantly noticed the abrupt change in the atmosphere, and how her heart was beating too fast for comfort. Had Robb just admitted to the possibility of marrying her so long ago? She felt her breathing go shallow, and words failed to come out of her mouth, which was something that never happened to Jeyne Westerling.
She buried her face in her hands, sighing. “When?” she asked, hoping he would get the question because she was too stunned to come up with full sentences.
Can I be your memory? - [Closed: Robb & Jeyne]
“Thanks for coming, by the way. I appreciate the company.” He shot a quick look at the kitchen. “Do you want to eat something? It was a long flight. I can make sandwiches. It’s still one of the few dishes I can make without messing up somewhere in the process.” He chuckled.
Jeyne pouted at Robb, batting her eyelashes in a comical manner. “Aw, look who’s getting sentimental on me,” she said, propping herself up to plant a kiss on Robb’s cheek. “You do know I’m here for you always, right? Knowing you, you’ve probably forgotten.” She took her place back on Robb’s shoulder, sighing contently until she realized her stomach was growling. She wasn’t aware of the fact that she was hungry until Robb mentioned food.
Jeyne gasped in feigned shock. “Sandwiches? That sounds delightful, chef Stark. I’ll gladly try your sliced bread delicacies,” she said, laughing a little. Even if she saw him constantly, she had missed Robb. Being here, just the two of them, kind of made up for lost time. Even if they had other things to worry about, it felt good to leave them aside just for a few days to enjoy themselves. Even if everyone was probably assuming the worst, she felt right. Happy. She blamed Robb for being such sunshine. “Unless you don’t want to. We can order take out,” she said, looking up at him again. “I know I’m your guest and all but don’t you go all shining knight on me.” She punched him playfully. “You worry too much.”
Can I be your memory? - [Closed: Robb & Jeyne]
“So, is there any place that you especially want to visit tomorrow, or should we just explore New York together instead? Alys showed me some places when she came here but to be honest I’m still a bit lost. And with Theon we didn’t…” He trailed off, horrified. With Theon we didn’t even left the apartment long enough to sightsee.
That was the last thing he needed to think about.
Jeyne felt she could finally breathe out when she and Robb were out and on their way to the airport. Up until that morning, she had been shoving things in her suitcase; always forgetting something when she thought everything was done. It wasn’t going to be a long trip, or at least that’s what she thought, and knowing Robb and his busy schedule, she was probably right. Still, she was a firm believer that preparedness was key, and if she could avoid to have to buy things in New York, it would be great for her pockets. When she was finally ready, she gave her brief goodbyes, whisking Robb away from the judging stares of her mother. Thankfully she had some tact and didn’t mention the whole ‘why are you going on a trip with your ex and why is it just the two of you, Jeyne be a lady, this is just wrong.’
The ride to the airport was pretty much spent in silence, and so was the flight for that matter, where Jeyne went over money, account balances and cold calculations in her head, all while Robb seemed lost in thought. She hoped she could tell him about her current family problems but a) he would probably want to help and while she appreciated his enormous heart, she didn’t want to become another problem in his life and b) there wasn’t actually a second point, but Jeyne deemed her mental lists to be incomplete with just one.
Arriving to the apartment felt like a blessing after so much time, which she celebrated by leaving her things on the table and kicking her boots off, curling her toes and jumping on the couch next to Robb, who, of course, started asking about itineraries, when he going caught up mid-sentence. Jeyne was about to ask for the rest of it when she looked up at Robb and saw a look in his eye that she recognized very well, having witnessed it several times herself. He looked like a deer in the headlights, and Jeyne knew better than to press the matter further and thus making him close off. She couldn’t bear it. Instead, she pretended she hadn’t heard that last part and pressed her forehead against Robb’s side. “I don’t know, really. We can think about that tomorrow. Relax. We can rest now.” She looked up at him in a way that translated into ‘if you don’t relax, I’ll end you.’
She just hoped he got the message.
