open up your eyes

Noir raised his dark brows as she asked if he had ever been told it wasn’t polite to stare. Had he been staring? Her playful banter followed a few amused giggles, a sound Noir wasn’t used to hearing in his presence. He was used to his sisters and tormenting them. Not that he’d done much of that recently. He barely saw his sisters most days. Noir found himself wondering if she did much of it in Winterfell. ”Since when have we been ‘polite’ around each other?” Noir asked her back, the corners of his lips pulled back into an amused grin. ”What do you think it's like, being a loner and not having any rules?” He asked while aiming to lean against her shoulder as he pondered the same question.