#uncleverse

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@the-incredible-mrs-dawk

Gathering her coat to leave out to lunch, Marie paused at the question, furrowing her brow for a moment, then with a snap of her fingers, straightening and tapping her throat.

“Oh,” she sighed, shrugging her trendy red peacoat on, “my uncle likes to play this game called ‘guess the safe word’—“ she tossed her (one and only) friend a smile, “—most of the time I lose.”

Fluffing her hair out from the coat, she pulled open the door to the hall closet, in persuit of the new cashmere scarf she’d bought the week prior—or any scarf for that matter—it was quite cold outside, but when she pulled down the fabric basket she kept them in, she was met with one single article, and a note to go with.

Not today, Micro.

With a soft groan, she reached in and lifted the thick leather collar he had left her, the giant ring at its front thudding slightly against the stiff black cow hide. He was playing games today. She had two options: show off… .or show off.

Blowing a petulant raspberry in the air, she tossed the basket back up onto its shelf and secured the collar around her neck. At least it might keep her a bit warmer than going without. With another shrug, a grin, and a playful flick of the ring hanging from her throat, Marie gave a light stomp of her heeled feet.

“Fucking Kenny, right?”

Her answer was so nonchalant, despite what it was her friend had been talking about. Then again, Petra wasn’t sure she had expected any other answer from Marie. Deep down she knew just where that bruise came from, and more importantly just who was the cause behind it. 

Her own response was just as nonchalant, a simple nod coming from the young woman in understanding, neither trying to coddle her friend for what she was going through, nor advising her on how to slip free of such a taboo lifestyle. She did not agree, but she understood, more than anyone else seemed to.

Petra slipped on her own coat, a supporting half smile on her face as she echoed Marie’s words, “Fucking Kenny.” Quite literally. 

She buttoned herself up, combing a hand through her hair and pretended as though she were unfazed by the leather collar Marie donned around her neck; after all, it certainly was not the first time she’s been out in public with her, dressed or acting along with some sort of game her uncle was playing with her.

The sounds she made were like a beautiful melody to his ears. Each whimper, moan, cry; whatever tumbled out from those full, red lips was enough to sooth his soul...well, whatever soul he had left, anyway. 

@the-incredible-mrs-dawk 

Marie could feel her throat swelling with the urge to cry and she bit it back with the grinding of her teeth.

“Why are you angry with me,” she demanded, “it’s not like I kept it from you, or even knew.”

She paused, taking a deep breath and praying his outburst wouldn’t invite Erwin into the room to politely, but quite firmly, escort her out of the apartment.

“We’re family,” she whispered, her voice not much more than a desperate breath, pleading for him to acknowledge the fact that she was only trying to be there for him.

He wanted nothing to do with her. 

He could barely even stand to look at her.

Was he angry at her?

No, not directly. 

But she wouldn’t leave him the fuck alone. 

He had lost track of how many times she had visited Erwin’s apartment, attempting to coddle him as though he were a pouty two year-old. It was in her nature of course, despite the shit marie had to deal with, she was family-oriented, maternal, and overly caring. 

But he did not want caring. He did not want anything, really, save to cease existing in this hell of a world he was forced into. 

After all, he was an abomination. He shouldn’t even exist. 

You’re literally making me choose a favourite child and it’s cruel.

Ned: Clever, authoritative, overcompensates for her crippling impostor syndrome by being the best at absolutely everything.

Davos: Strong, loyal, the Kevan to Ned’s Tywin except neither commits war crimes.

Mycah: THE SOFTEST, creative, could still kick your ass any day of the week.

Rickon & Steffon: The Weasley twins of the Uncleverse, tiny little chaos entities, want to have hella adventures.

Lyanna: A babie, so full of love and so bossy, forcibly reverse-adopted Uncle Jon.

👀👀👀

I was not aware of Branda Stark. Holy shit.