Visenya

Theon grinned, quickly turning around to put on his pants again. He was a bit embarrassed, and extremely self-conscious, but he couldn’t show her that. He had a reputation to maintain.

“I believe you’re the first Knight I’ve ever met to even have any kind of Knightly qualities.” The words fell from her lips before she could even catch herself but it was done now.

“How did you come to be here?” Curiosity got the better of her, there’s a slight tilt of her head as she turns to look the man over. Bright eyes searched for anything particular upon his person, although she wasn’t sure exactly what she was looking for. Perhaps nothing at all, for the moment she was enjoying his apparent ease at her presence.

‘Lowborn… Perhaps not from the South, perhaps unaware of the terrible crimes people who look like me commit if given power they can’t respect.’ She thinks to herself, giving nothing away in her eyes to her inward motions. She eventually turns to face him fully awaiting his answer, clasping her hands together in an effort to keep them warm under her cloak.

“Bit personal there, eh?” Jack cracks a smile, he’s never cared to tell people his reasons for joining the night’s watch. Stealing for his family would never be a mark of shame to him. “I got caught stealing coin purses at a tourney.” Probably the least he had ever stolen, and it had been what sent him to the wall. 

“Tourney’s are ridiculous and wasteful. Perhaps you where doing those men a favour in removing coin they clearly didn’t appreciate ever having.” It wasn’t the real reason that she disliked tourneys. Her very existence was due to one. ‘Nothing good comes from a tourney.’

Lagertha didn’t speak as the other did, she stared into the distance and nodded gently. “My fleet is ready whenever you’re ready to leave.” She said gently. “I warn you though, you better not betray me, I do not take kindly to those who betray me.” Turning the blonde haired woman looked at her company with a sharp expression, letting them know she was serious. 

There’s a small, all be it noticeable smile upon the younger woman’s lips, as if she knew that the Shieldmaiden would have that thought in mind. She was practically glad Lagertha had chosen to speak her mind when she turned to face her and offered the woman half a bow,

“There are plenty of things that I’m afraid of.” There’s a deep, defeated sigh that shortly follows the statement. She tilts her head and a strand of hair falls in front of her face while she considers her words,

MEME -> ALWAYS ACCEPTING!

Jon stared out the window, sighing softly as he watched the snow fall. Winter was here. He didn’t want all of these responsibilities, all of these burdens that had fallen upon him. He’d never wanted any of it. He was tired; tired of making all the decisions, tired of being pushed into a leadership position... and he was just tired. He was tired of all of it.

The ticklish sensations jolted him out of his thoughts, and he yelped, instinctively pushing at the woman’s hands. He was caught completely by surprise, and he nearly fell to the ground, laughing hysterically. He hadn’t been tickled since he was a child, and even then, it was a rare occurrence, so it was no wonder he was so sensitive.

Perhaps it was due to growing up alongside the man before her, or it was simply obvious... But Visenya could practically feel the exhaustion radiating from the dark haired man. Since they’d been reunited she couldn’t remember ever seeing him smile. Not like they used to, not like he and Robb and Visenya used to back in Winterfell, back under the sheltered wing of her Uncle Ned when they could run about the courtyard and be children.

Oh how she wished they could be those oblivious children once again. But the cruelty of the world seeps itself in to everything no matter how long you hide from it.

“I’m just trying to put a smile back on my favourite cousins face again.” There’s a lighthearted look in the silver haired woman’s eyes and a small smile across her slightly pink lips due to the cold. “I know how much pressure you’re under, Jon. I want to help you... Sansa too.”

[ some lines have been edited to make sense on their own. as always, feel free to make any needed adjustments to suit your muses ]

It was uncommon to find people so high in the mountains. The area was practically abandoned. The only man made structure that should have been nearby was Visenya’s ancestral home. Which even she had struggled to find after days of searching. She wondered what it was the small party could be after.

It wasn’t long before one noticed her, she did her best not to hide. She was out numbered and for the moment had no reason to fear them. They turned to a soul figure, and Elf, their leader perhaps?

          Only, Cassandra did not speak. No one did. An awkward silence passed.

          Arasulahn blinked and turned to look over her shoulder, wondering why no one bothered to address the stranger, only to meet the Seeker’s concerned gaze while the gaggle of robed elvhen scholars behind her peered just as quizzically. Suddenly the recollection of her enthroning dawned upon Arasulahn like a weight in the pit of her stomach. She was made Inquisitor, settling into the background and leaving all matters of odd encounters up to her companions was no longer an option. Even after a few weeks, it still felt surreal.

          “Oh.” Arasulahn refocused on the wandering woman, and cleared her throat.

Her head tilted glancing back the way she’d come, from the sheer cliff she’d just looked over down on to what she’d come all this way to find... and then a thought seemed to appear in her mind and her attention was drawn back to the group,

❝ Why have enemies when you can have friends? ❞

❝ I thought you’d be taller and would have a beard. ❞

❝ I see you’re trying to get me to do something razzle-dazzle with that sword. ❞

❝ There’s an army of you, there’s only one of me. ❞

❝ I’ve talked, I’m happy to talk, but there is no way… that I am fighting. ❞

❝ Hang that up, don’t want it getting creased. ❞

❝ It should be clear by now that whatever you and your friends think I am, I am not it. ❞

❝ It’s all yours, son. Though I warn you, it’s got quite a bite. ❞

❝ You wanted to know what gave me such drive? It was you. ❞

❝ I am here now because of you. You created me. And for that, I bless you. ❞

❝ You’re no longer dealing with the man you previously met. ❞

❝ You’re no longer a myth. You’re starting to mean something. ❞

❝ You are resisting the sword. The sword isn’t resisting you. ❞

❝ You want him to think big? Give him something big to think about. ❞

❝ They’re fighting in your name. ❞

❝ How do you get money from a Viking? ❞

❝ You have won, [ NAME ]. You have won. Now, play with me. ❞

❝ When people fear you, it is the most intoxicated position a man can possess. ❞

❝ You know what happens now. You’re quickly becoming a legend. ❞

❝ This lot’s been trying that for years. Good luck doing that for them. ❞

❝ And once you finish it, how are you supposed to get to the middle? ❞

❝ Let me show you what your uncle will do if you do not accept. ❞

❝ The sword is yours now, son. Take it. ❞

❝ Long live the King! Long live the King! ❞

❝ I’m a little old for finger-wagging and speeches. ❞

❝ Can you just get around to telling me exactly what it is you want? ❞

❝ It’s quite dangerous being one of you lot, isn’t it? ❞

❝ You’re good with animals, aren’t you? ❞

❝ Never met one of you in the flesh. I thought you’d be taller…  ❞

❝ You have to break his old self completely, wear him down. ❞

❝ You’re playing with fire, [ NAME ]. ❞

❝ I’m not killing the king before he’s even become one! ❞

❝ Pick it up. Pick it up with both hands. ❞

❝ If you want that sword so much, your lordship, you can keep it… ❞

❝ Now, that would have hurt a lot more if I’d left the ring on. ❞

❝ It was [ NAME ] who murdered your father ❞

❝ Did you see everything you needed to see? ❞

❝ I need you to do as I tell you. I need to get you and the boy away from here. ❞

❝ You sharpened the blade. You created me. ❞

❝ Why has the water dropped? Why does the sword reveal itself now? ❞

❝ As your power increases, so do to the forces that will oppose you. ❞

❝ The born king will come. It is inevitable. ❞

❝ You felt it, didn’t you, my power? ❞

❝ I’ve never had any power or any desire to achieve it. ❞

❝ Don’t worry. You will soon understand what all the fuss is about. ❞

❝ What you didn’t account for is what you can do with this sword. ❞

❝ You wanted the prophecy, this is your prophecy. ❞

❝ The man who pulled sword from stone, behold, your born king! ❞

❝ Because for the first time, there is something you don’t know. ❞

❝ What gave you such drive? you felt if, the power, didn’t you? ❞

❝ I’m not getting drawn into this mess! ❞

❝ There are rumors, the legend of the sword, of a king other than yourself. ❞

❝ Listen to me, I need you to do as I tell you. ❞

❝ If I go down, you follow him. If he goes down, you follow me. ❞

❝ Did you see everything you needed to see? ❞

❝ Are you scared? You should be. ❞

❝ You make sense of the devil. ❞

❝ You put me in that brothel. You cut me on the streets. ❞

❝ But doesn’t it make the palace burn well? ❞

❝ No, I mean I’m sorry. You’ve made a mistake. ❞

❝ I’ll step off this throne and you can deal with me as the man you previously met. ❞

❝ Well, now that’s out the way, let’s eat. ❞

❝ I understand there’s been a change in the leadership. ❞

❝ I am confident that you will still honor the agreement made. ❞

❝ I’m prepared to extend the deadline by a week. ❞

❝ We’ve been wondering what you were doing in here. ❞

❝ I like it. What is it? ❞

Theon was exhausted and still a bit drunk from the King’s feast. Now, all he wanted to do was go to bed. So, he pulled off his shirt, then stripped until he was only in his underwear. He suddenly heard a noise and spun around to face Visenya. Holy shit.

She hasn’t even thought about knocking on the door before she slid inside and closed it quickly behind her, the bolt firmly across before she could even check she was alone. To be fair, she hadn’t even expected him to be in his room... She thought he’d of been out with Robb and Jon, even possibly walking in to Wintertown for a night with his preferred women. So when she turned and noticed him in quite the state of undress she was as shocked as he was.

She span on her heels and raised one hand to her eyes to shield herself slightly and him from her bright piercing gaze,

Oh? Both fair eyebrows rose upwards, this was certainly unexpected. Yet her eyes told the truth, Rhaegal could not deny that. Lowering his guard, Rhaegal offered her a smile to ease the tension.

“Of course,” said Rhaegal slowly, considering her. “I’m afraid you just missed her as she had left a moment or two ago.’’ Family or not the girl before him was still a stranger and Rhaegal was not going to endanger his family yet he was curious. ‘’Perhaps you could stay and join the party, if you wish.’’

She pauses… Staring out over the Wall to the vast wasteland, there was an intense kind of feeling looking down at the realm from the top of the wall, the top of the world that they knew. It was the first time Visenya had gained the courage to climb since she’d arrived a day and night ago.

The night was calm and the snows subsided making it much easier to see out in to the depths of what the Wildlings would call ‘The true North.’ It was beautiful, and yet Visenya knew how dangerous the lands beyond the ice wall could be. She held the greatest respect for it.

Eventually lilac eyes return to the young man’s figure, and she offers a slight nod of her head,

“How does a man know what bravery is if he’s never been afraid?”

Jack had been pacing through a short section of the wall around a small fire, trying desperately to keep himself warm, when the girl had come upon him. He knew that she wasn’t much younger than he was - a few years maybe - but there was something in her eyes that said differently. He saw her survey the land beyond the wall and asked his question in a soft voice. 

He kicked a small piece of ice lightly and watched it skid to a stop before the edge of the wall as she answered. He had seen the beauty of the north before, he had no desire to stare on it now. He nodded stiffly to her response.

One eyebrow ROSE & though his eyes are closed (hiding his eyes from STRANGERS was something he did on INSTINCT though on THIS occasion they’d already been closed he’d been TRYING to nap) he can TELL someone is approaching him.

She hadn’t intended to find anybody at all. In fact she’d hoped to be left alone on a trail through the gardens. She was sick of the eyes... Disgust, Fear, Hatred. 

She was yet to meet a single person here that looked at her like she was human. Had she been born a weaker woman, perhaps that would have been enough for lilac eyes to shed tears, but no. ‘Never forget what you are, the rest of the world will not. Wear it like armour and it can never be used to hurt you.’ Tyrion’s words of advice to herself and Jon back in Winterfell.

The voice had been a slight shock to her, she didn’t expect somebody to be lying in a tree like that. He hadn’t opened his eyes... He had no idea who he was talking to and for a brief second she allowed herself to enjoy that,

the accused. season 2, episode 9.

❝ He dared to lay hands on you? ❞ 

❝ I trusted him. Thought he was my friend. ❞ 

❝ The king has been informed?❞ 

❝ Get out of the way! ❞ 

❝ Do as he says. ❞ 

❝ How dare you defy me? ❞ 

❝ Open the doors or we will kill you and open them ourselves. ❞ 

❝ She must be brought to account. ❞ 

❝ If anyone else spoke like that I would have his head.❞ 

❝ Forgive me, sire, my loyalty got the better of me. ❞ 

❝ I never meant to keep any secrets from you. ❞ 

❝ But you must understand why I had to. ❞ 

❝ Do you love her? ❞

❝ You have a child. ❞ 

❝ She needed me. ❞ 

❝ We must get you away from here.❞  

❝ ____ is a _____ spy and he will destroy you.❞ 

❝ He could not forsake me like this. ❞

❝ What hold does she have over you? ❞

❝ Why is she staring? It’s very unnerving.❞

❝ Can you not save yourself for my sake?❞

❝ Whatever happens, I will never regret what happened here.❞