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Jon Snow (blackestsnow) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2013-04-09 20:59:00

Entry tags:

!complete, jon snow, robb stark, zelda

RP: Recess
Who: Zelda, Robb Stark, Jon Snow
When: 9 April 2013
Where: Craft Services, Red Gum Studios, Anaheim
Rating: Low. Some foul British speak, as usual.
Status: Complete

They were being more careful now, sticking to the daylight rather than sneaking off set every spare moment to get one off in Jon's trailer or Robb's office. After last week's oddness at the club and all the gossip about Jon's "secret girlfriend" they'd agreed to be more professional, at least while at work.

"Cautious," Jon had said. Robb called it "Boring" but Jon had thrown him against the window above Robb's breakfast nook and forced him to stand before the unknowing neighbourhood while just below the sill Jon proved how very interesting it could be.

That had settled the matter, at least until shooting concluded and Jon could move out of his family's house and tell his father that yes, he was gay and yes, there was a special someone. Robb was going nowhere anytime soon and out of respect for his father, Eddard deserved a little warning should he desire to task one of his employees to handle tasteless prints because Jon was about through living in the closet for the sake of the family name.

A name he did not have the privilege to carry.

He wasn't ever going to inherit the title. Not unless there was a catastrophic accident and in that case a gay bastard Lord would be better than no Lord at all.

Reaching over unannounced, Jon liberated a golden crisp from Robb's plate. There were plenty on his own dish but the sea salt and tangy vinegar tasted so much better off his boyfriend's platter than his own.

Just one of Jon's many subtle ways of saying in public, Thinking about you over here, when a kiss or even a brush of the hands was too blatant for all the prying eyes at craft services.

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noredwedding
2013-04-10 04:47 am UTC (link)

"Tea is traditionally earlier than that," Robb pointed out, an amused, smirky sort of smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Zelda was trying, he supposed, though she'd missed it by a few hours. Taking tea was sacred to people from the British Isles - for Jon especially, who nursed on the stuff like mother's milk all day long and into the wee hours. One of the few traditions they could still hold onto with relative ease after arriving in the States once they’d regained their land legs and acquired a box of Tetley.

Mindful that Jon was on high alert and would grow tetchy as hell as the hours wore on, Robb decided it might be best to include him in on this afternoon's little meet and greet with Tiggy. That way he could see for himself that absolutely no hanky-panky would ever occur between him and Bedlam and thus Jon would hopefully ease off the pedal of the Green-Eyed Monstermobile. This was all business and nothing more.

"Do you think you might have a chance to swing by then Jon? Just to give her some kind of idea of what's to come from your end of it."

Up went the eyebrows again, and with it a bright sparkle of blue.

Play nice with Bedlam today and I'll give you a reward both of us are sure to enjoy.

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