MOVED TO ARZODAE

          Had the words come from her father, Thyra may have reluctantly agreed. It even sounded like something she might have said to her cousin, in a doomed attempt to prevent him from walking into his own sword. But the woman before was not family, nor was she even Ironborn. Thyra was not inclined to heed the advice of an outsider. Not on any normal day and certainly not in the midst of a war.

the lightning rod.

whether it’s your turbulent nature, your flash quick mind, or the air of unknown about you, your undercurrent is the lightning rod. you are somewhat unpredictable, but if we unravelled we’d see you know exactly what you’re doing, but it’s makes you feel less vulnerable to pretend it wasn’t planned. some people stay back from you, but others would follow you cross country, for the very same reason. they don’t know enough about you. the difference is in who wants to learn more. keep your golden nature, it’s exciting, but don’t be afraid to admit what you know. matshona dhliwayo said “lightning strikes but does not roar” your bite will always be worse than your bark, keep that close to your chest.

arzodae asked: one victory in battle does not win you the war. ( thyra & theon )

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 to wipe the usual smile from Theon’s face. He had managed what most believed impossible — so much so that they never even dared think of what could be accomplished by capturing the ancestral seat of house Stark. He did it. He did what no other Ironborn dared dream about — and now he slept in the bed of the man who kept him hostage, sat in his seat, ruled over the castle he’d been taken to as a child, torn from his mother’s arms. The sea might have been far from this place, but the Drowned God still protected his path. He was a prince and this now was his castle. Yet they still underestimate him. « Stark has lost his home and is stuck in the south in the middle of a war. »     He hated himself for almost slipping and saying Robb instead of Stark. He reached for his cup and drank the ale in it in one sip, before returning his gaze on the woman. Another faint memory of his past before his father’s rebellion. Another one he needed to prove his worth to — oh, but they’ll see it.      « This might be just one step towards victory but it is an important one nonetheless, don’t you think? »

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          Thyra hated this place, this castle surrounded by rolling green hills and dense forests. She itched to be on the deck of her ship, sailing with nothing but waves as far as the eye could see. Coming inland had been a mistake, no matter the reason. This was not home, and no Ironborn belonged here, least of all a Greyjoy. A small piece of her wondered how Theon had survived so many years in this castle. But she kept that thought to herself.

          “Cool? Shit, you really must be new here if you think I’m cool.” Josie jokes before she has a seat across from the girl. “Yeah waitressing at some shitty dive bar in the shit town I grew up in. Not ideal but it pays the bills so whatever the fuck.” She says before she looks back past her to the bikes outside. “Motorcycle club in town a bunch of shitheads that get drunk and ride bikes for fun.” She looks back at them and points to Coco. “That skinny shit there is my brother so I’m stuck with the whole lot of ‘em.”

GREENERY hides the woman. she spoke to him from behind the bushes. hearing a soft voice–she was speaking to herself. was it english? swallowing thickly, he puts his hands up. lowering his guard. though narrowing his eyes on it as they questioned him. “ well, i’m guessing you meant the people that came from up there. “ pointing to the sky. “ we’re from space…if you know what that is…” hoping that didn’t come off as a mockery or harsh. though still not sure if that was the answer she was looking for.

          She couldn’t stop her face from betraying her annoyance, but she tried to remind herself that if these people were from space, they’d been there just as long as she’d been in cryosleep. They knew just as much as she did when she’d woken up. Maybe less. “I know what space is,” she said, hoping her tone was civil. They’d all seen the dropship come down from the sky. “Why are you here?” She tried instead. “With guns. Disrupting all of this.” She’d become very used to the world she’d woken up in. It wasn’t the old way, but maybe that was a good thing. These newcomers reminded her far too much of those she’d left behind.