all the madness

Margaery couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the level of vitriol that Rickon was spewing forth from his lips, shaking her head in disapproval. She had lived the life that he was currently being thrust into and she knew precisely how stressful it could be but talking that kind of trash in public? Well, that didn’t sit right with her. “Oh, come on, little Stark. Being related to the president isn’t all bad. Sure, the Secret Service knobs get old after a while, but there are definite perks.” He was just looking at it all wrong. After all, only one of them had waited patiently for their coffee and it certainly hadn’t been her. 

There were many things that sucked about being a kid when your life fell to shit. Forgetting the faces of your parents, your siblings for one. Needing to run because of nothing but your blood, that made for a solid two. And, of course, not understanding the drama unfolding in the world around you and because utterly confused as it led your life into turmoil was the sucker punch of a three. Drama, politics, scandals, it was all the same in the end. Well, except for the beheading parts. At least they didn’t do that in this century. To the point, Rickon didn’t know who Margaery Tyrell was truly. Her lack of impact on his future (past?) could either be a good thing or not. It made him cautious all the same. “Somehow secret service isn’t the worst of my fears,” that was more so the part where his brother got killed, but that part hadn’t happened yet. He hated the fact that it could be a yet though. The barista handed him the coffee. It said Rick. He turned it towards Margaery with a snort. “Called it.”

“ you should welcome the attention, rick. ” the redhead responded, a smirk evident on her lips as she looked at her younger brother. sansa had always admired robb, and perhaps one day she would find herself suited to a life of politics herself, or at least a life involved in something that helped the everyday people. “ i can’t imagine how they could possible get something so simple so wrong, but we shall see. ”

"is that a discreet way of telling me to get out more?” probably not literally because he did constantly go OUTSIDE with shaggy dog, the only thing was that it was only shaggy dog. rickon couldn’t help it, actual people didn’t compare. “we’ve always been in the limelight,” he remarked. they were starks, it was their due. if it wasn’t politicians it was something else. “i don’t see why he felt the need to make it all the worse.” in sansa’s defense, and robb’s too he supposes, they don’t remember the life when limelight equated to getting your head chopped off. or, in rickon’s case, an arrow in the back. “just you watch sans, that cup is going to come back with RICK on it. or kon. or maybe if they’re a daenerys targaryen die hard ‘go fuck yourself’.” 

location: coffee shop

“Am I that Rickon Stark?” He mused the question at the barista, and an imp like grin clouded to his features. “No, I’m the other Rickon Stark who’s wank of a brother decided to run for bloody president.” Not too much different then running for King, but back then they were at WAR. At least Robb had a good reason before, this time he was just being a prat. In all fairness to Robb though, Rickon often thought his siblings were quite commonly being a different type of fool, he just wished Robb didn’t do it so loudly. “Can I PLEASE get my coffee now?” He prompted. “If they manage to get my name wrong I’ll be impressed.”