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[mansuetus]

Audentes fortuna iuvat.

Does fortune favors us, Tranquility?

Caesar himself was quite devoted to boldness and fortune; alea jacta est he said and the goddess of fortune favored him for many years.

in the end, she did not. it is a tricky thing, fortune and quite a riddle to guess.

[ that aside ]

An assistance is needed! For baking a cake to a friend whom I favor greatly and who, I decided, celebrates his birthday today.

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[wolfinthesnow]

Robb will tell you my name day, if only to keep you from weeping, but I do not think even he would be concerned with celebrating it.

[mansuetus]

Well, I will be. And if I will be, he will be.

[ this is how their near!marriage works. ]

And I think you are wrong.

[wolfinthesnow]

[He thinks about it and decides she's probably right about the first part]

I hope I am.

[mansuetus]

Jon Snow, between yourself and I, I am almost always right.

[ why do you northerners like this brat? ]

[wolfinthesnow]

[Because Sansa]

Are you? How sure you are of this.

[mansuetus]

Quite positively sure!

[ she was never this much of a brat near Sansa, it's only with boys. ]

[wolfinthesnow]

Then Robb is doomed.

[mansuetus]

[ Jon Snow but she laughs, giggles through her attempts to look shocked. ]

Doomed! And why is that?

[wolfinthesnow]

I think we both know why.

[mansuetus]

I do not! Are you claiming my love for him goes hand in hand with mischief and doom?

[wolfinthesnow]

I think anything with you involved goes hand in hand with both those things.

[mansuetus]

then what does it say of you, Jon Snow? As you have my affections as well? Are you too doomed?

[wolfinthesnow]

I took an oath. Our affections can only go so far.

[Not that he would ever hit on Robb's girl but you know. Just saying]

[mansuetus]

Ah, so one is safe with my affections but not my love?

[ she considers. ]

Then I suppose you are right, Robb Stark is truly lost.

[wolfinthesnow]

Be as kind as you can.

[Bro is a virgin who can't drive.]

[mansuetus]

Do you know me to be anything else but sweet and kind and patient?

[ don't answer that, Jon Snow. ]

[wolfinthesnow]

I've known you to be sweet and kind and patient.

[That's...not an answer, is it?]

[mansuetus]

And only that.

[ go on say it. ]

[wolfinthesnow]

There is no one who is only those things.

[mansuetus]

[ he is right and she'd hate to admit it but still. ]

Then what am I in addition?

[ lovely, beautiful, very delicate? ]

[wolfinthesnow]

I'll keep it to myself, for now.

[mansuetus]

And when will you tell me?

[wolfinthesnow]

That I feel affection for you.

[mansuetus]

[ god dammit, defused. ]

--- ah! so it is mutual!

[wolfinthesnow]

Aye, it is.