underneath it's plain to see

our young and healthy bones would never lead us astray. [jeyne & margaery ; september 11th]

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 23:02:28 -0400

Jeyne stared at her to-do list on her phone for a good few minutes, transfixed on the little colour coded blocks she had planned out for herself. There was something reassuring about making lists and schedules, something Jeyne liked about organisation in the midst of chaos. September had pulled around quicker than she expected, leaving no time for her to even hope for a calmer month than the previous summer. And even if she did, it would be foolish and time wasting. Things weren’t going to heal themselves that easily - the only thing to do was continue on.

On Cersei’s desk sat a number of BWCO funding reports left for Jeyne to file away; mindless paperwork was exactly the sort of thing suited to a too sunny September morning. Numbers she couldn’t make head nor tail of, but sorting them into drawers of a filing cabinet was a relatively easy task, made easier by the fact that she was mostly alone. Mostly. Soft murmurs of conversation and footsteps of heels walking the main corridor provided a background noise to her work. She rarely looked up; women to-ing and fro-ing was of the norm. Most of the faces she recognised from attending meetings alongside Cersei but couldn’t place a name to, only qualities she knew they possessed and could match to them: twofaced, conniving, viperous. All arched eyebrows and false smiles. Jeyne’s position as an onlooker allowed her to watch as their pearls glinted and listen as their laughter spelt out different stories than the ones that were splashes over tabloid pages. Fascinating, the world they inhabited.

She paused to push her hair back from her eyes and her gaze fell upon a figure standing outside the office. Brunette, beautiful, the type of woman who perfectly embodied the world Jeyne found so interesting and deadly. Yet there was something more in Margaery, from what she could determine - a kindness, something more genuine than the others. Something not be trusted, also. Although that was mostly her taking lead from her employer and not a personal judgement. However, one thing she was certain of was that the Lannisters’ torn up family needed no help from the Tyrells to divide them further and for that she was wary of the other woman.

“Ahem,” she started, clearing her throat and rising from her seat to push the door open wider. Whether she was outside the office for a reason or merely waiting there for something else, Jeyne couldn’t tell. But she had more genuine manners than most of the women flitting about and didn’t think that offering a helping hand was too much of a crime, even with the obvious hostility between Margaery’s family and Jeyne’s employers. “Sorry, there isn’t anything I could assist you with, is there?”

Well, you dawned on me and you bet I felt it - {Robb & Jeyne, 2010}

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 17:31:27 -0400

starkr:

A pretty smile, he thought, admiring her blush subtly. He liked the easy confidence of that shrug, the friendly tone of her words. She was shorter than him, and she had to tilt her head to look at him in the eye when he finally caught up with her, careful to stand aside so as to not block the hallway. Running a hand through his hair to push a stray curl away from his forehead, he smiled politely back at her.

“You just had better,” Robb admitted with dignity, and extended his hand for her to shake. “I’m Robb. I didn’t really catch your name back there. You would think that sharing a class with fifteen other people for half a year you’d know all their names, but…”

He wondered if he was annoying her. Maybe she had to go somewhere, an appointment waiting for her. But she didn’t look mad at him. The smile still lingered there and Robb wondered how much wider he could make it stretch.

“Jeyne,” she chirped, as she shook his hand. Him not knowing her name didn’t both her - she wasn’t a complete wallflower, but not terribly loud or social either. Easy to miss if you didn’t share the same friends. If she didn’t make a point of knowing names, she doubted she would be able to identify a handful of their class either. But growing up helping in her parents’ hotel meant remembering a lot of names and it was the sort of thing she had drilled into herself by now.

Subconsciously copying his actions, she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and let her other hand fall to her side before the handshake got too long. “And don’t worry, I reckon you can just get away with it after half a year. Might want to brush up on things before the end of term though. I can test you then, if you like,” she suggested, eyebrow arched and playful smile still resting on her lips. Too late, she realised that her teasing implied that she thought they would be on friendly terms by then. Not that she would be opposed to that - he was polite, handsome and to his credit, definitely good in a debate - but they had only been talking for around a minute or two. A little hasty, perhaps.

With a sheepish clearing of her throat, she attempted a swift change of subject, “Anyway, it’s nice to meet you. In a non arguing about politics way.”

Had he just wanted or congratulate her on her win, or was there something else? It was possible that he had just admired her debating skills and was going on to another class or someplace else with the guys she had seen him talking to the moment the debate ended. Not wanting to blabber on talking if he didn’t want a conversation, Jeyne refrained from making small talk and instead looked up at him expectedly, waiting to see if he had anything more to say.

Well, you dawned on me and you bet I felt it - {Robb & Jeyne, 2010}

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 18:28:16 -0400

starkr:

“She kicked your ass, mate,” one of Robb’s classmates said, bumping his shoulder playfully on his way out.

Robb turned around, glancing once more at the girl that had, indeed, kicked his ass at their debate, as she picked up her textbooks and put them in her bag carefully. He had never really noticed her before, in all their months of being together in the same class. Now, he wondered why he didn’t. Obviously someone that smart would have caught his eye before, right? But he didn’t even know her name. Maybe he would, if he had paid attention when the professor had said it, loud and clear, for him to know whom he was having an exhausting conversations about politics with.

At first, Robb had thought he had it all under control. He had studied and prepared for this for weeks, he knew what he was talking about. No bullshit and no rambling. His points had been clear, easy to understand and yet, complex in their own way, to cause an impression. Half the point of a debate was to shock the other side, after all, shock them into fumbling for words for a reply.

She had not stuttered once. She had been firm, calm and composed as she turned his arguments around, exposed them for everyone to hear, and pulled them apart piece by piece. Smart was not an appropriate enough word. Breathtaking was more like it.

In more than a way.

She walked past him, exiting the classroom, and Robb followed her with his eyes until he snapped out of it with a shake of his head and ran after her down the hallway.

“Hey! Good - great job there. You totally butchered me.”

There was something exciting about facing a well put-together argument. And something exhilarating about being able to deconstruct and counter every point she was faced with. To her credit, she had spent far too long than was necessary pouring over her textbooks and internet resources. And to his credit, Robb Stark seemed to have done just as much preparation as she had. But Robb Stark wasn’t the one who finished the argument with a little satisfied smirk on their face.

He hadn’t won.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t so big a victory that she deserved to get distracted. She had a part time job and an exhausting essay and another class later that day. Their debate had been impressive and enjoyable, but it was something to put her in a positive mode, not let herself get carried away by. Jeyne would argue that her capacity to keep herself grounded was one of her best features, but then she would be biased. Where she would be without it, she wasn’t entirely sure.

On the losing side of the debate, very possibly.

Her lips curled into a smile as she recounted his face moments before the class had ended. A moment of satisfaction is nowhere near getting carried away, she told herself, and at the same time realised how much she had liked seeing that look on his face.

The moment was interrupted by the voice belonging to the face, which led to a blush creeping in to join her smile as she turned.

“Any time, really,” she said, resisting the urge to give a playful flick of her hair. “Don’t be too hard on yourself, though. You had some good points, I just…,” Jeyne trailed off, substituting finishing her sentence for a shrug of her shoulders.

Had better, were the words left lingering between them.

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Sat, 13 Apr 2013 16:28:30 -0400

✉ → jeyne westerling [september 14]

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 14:23:50 -0400

myrcella-lnnstr:

message: try blush pink.

message: it’s for the martell gala. has my mother told you about it?

message: ooh lovely!

message: to ‘rebuild london’, yes? that’s… a challenge. the gala looks to be pretty impressive though.

✉ → jeyne westerling [september 14]

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 12:53:37 -0400

myrcella-lnnstr:

message: my flattery is always genuine, jeyne. how could you think i could be so conniving.

message: p.s, i’d hate to be a disappointment

message: you’re right, how rude of me.

message: (it worked, though. on my way now.)

message: knew it. …mint green? peach?

✉ → jeyne westerling [september 14]

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 12:30:54 -0400

myrcella-lnnstr:

message: you’re so good at what you do i may just have to. ;)

message: i’ve a dress waiting for me at the tailor. would you mind picking it up for me?

message: is this flattery to get the job done quicker?

message: of course not, i’ll have it to you in no time.

message: p.s, i’ll be disappointed if it’s not the prettiest dress imaginable.

✉ → jeyne westerling [september 14]

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 11:46:03 -0400

myrcella-lnnstr:

message: hey jeyne

message: would you mind doing me a favour?

message: as long as you’re not trying to steal me from your mum

message: (i jest, i jest - of course i don’t mind)

hey hello b&g! i’m evie and i’m new and i’m playing jeyne and i’m crap...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 20:46:24 -0400

hey hello b&g! i’m evie and i’m new and i’m playing jeyne and i’m crap at intros. sup.

basically all you need to know about me is i’m a big dumb. (pam can vouch for this.) i’m english, currently living in northern ireland (so i’m a gmt kid) and have yet to meet sophie turner which is a travesty, although i did find the got production office once which was awesome. i’m still stuck in school atm and i have may/june exams coming up but until the end of may should be around a lot! you can catch me on skype @ zebrastriped or aim @ amelioratess. or shoot me an ask over at my tumblr. i’m around the same amount on each tbh, so whatever strikes your fancy.

as for jeyne, her info can be found here! in short, grew up by the seaside (southport, to be specific) where the family’s hotel was situation. she moved away from home to go to kings and landed herself the job of cersei’s personal assistant. at some point down the line, there was a failed relationship with robb stark. recently the westerlings’ hotel has gone bankrupt and she’s got her own money troubles on top of that, fun fun.

i would love love love any thread ideas or potential for plot and such, seriously hit me up with anything. for now i’m just going to end this intro because i should have been asleep an hour and fourty minutes ago and it shows. i leave you with the promise that ms westerling will be doing more interesting things on the morrow!

(and also i just wanna say that i’m super duper excited to play with you guys omg. hearts in my eyes not even kidding.)