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Tweak says, "I aim to misbehave!"

Arya Stark (nothorsefaced) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2013-03-04 02:04:00

Entry tags:

!complete, arya stark, bran stark, jon snow

Who: Arya Stark, Bran Stark and Jon Snow
What: Arya and Bran decide to wait up for Jon to come home
When: Monday, March 4th. Late Night
Where: The Stark's Home; Jon's Room
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete

Yes, Arya and Bran did have school the next morning and yes, it was quite late, but ever since Jon had come back a few weeks earlier the most Arya had seen of her older brother was the time they'd spent talking in his room the day he'd come back; since then he'd either been working or out. Arya didn't know where he was when he wasn't working, because it wasn't as if he knew very many people in California besides them, but she supposed he must have made friends at work. Yes, Arya was jealous, but she wasn't going to tell anyone. So as a result, Arya had suggested to Bran that one night, before Jon got home, they go into his room and wait for him and made him hang out with them for a little while. Of course she'd originally suggested it during February vacation, which would have been a better time to do it, because they wouldn't have had school the next day, but that hadn't happened and now, over a week later, Arya was tired of not seeing Jon and had practically dragged Bran with her to Jon's room that night.

"What is he staying out so long for anyway? Besides, it's Sunday. Who works a full time job on a Sunday?" Arya was mostly rambling as they reached Jon's room, but it was pretty clear that she was annoyed. Opening the door, Arya flicked on the overhead light and headed straight for Jon's bed, which she proceeded to sit down on then fell back, her legs hanging off the edge as she waited for Bran to come in and close the door. The rest of the family were already sleeping, so there was very little chance of them getting caught still up.

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blackestsnow
2013-03-14 08:59 am UTC (link)

'You're young yet,' Jon defended, nudging Bran with his shoulder while simultaneously shooting Arya a daggered glare. She could be harsh at times, quite blunt and unknowingly hurtful; every bit as honest and fiery as Robb. Qualities which were at once both alluring and pointedly annoying.

Oh, Robb.

But Lord, was Jon a love-struck puppy. All big, beautiful brown eyes gone wobbly over the tall Scotsman.

Looking between his siblings, Jon was tempted to spill the sticks. Maybe drop a hint or a subtle brag while they were on the subject that there was someone in his life who'd caught his fancy. It'd have been a toss-up to see whether Arya, who knew his true orientation, would coo like the teenage girl she struggled so hard not to be or openly gag for the laugh. Bran, on the other hand, seemed a right stroppy cow on the subject of girls. Not knowing his half-brother was bent Jon guess a good nose rubbing would have him whinging something terrible, asking too many questions that Jon lacked the energy to confront that evening.

And then, of course, Jon preferred to keep this small bit of something - because really, what else was he to call their coffee-delivery, stolen snogging thing without proper title other than "something" - all to himself. His very own, and no one else's for the immediate future.

Just Jon and Robb. As if it had always been intended that way.

'Right. Plenty of time for the pull when you're older.' Reaching over Jon rescued the cuppa from Bran's fingers and shoved him a second time. 'Now scoot off to bed, the both of you. Before your mother skins the lot of us. School and work in the morning, get you gone.'

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