#jernhjerte

asha greyjoy did not intend to be taken alive . she would die as she had lived , with an axe in her hand and a laugh upon her lips .

for @jernhjerte |  meme / not accepting.

@hiddensteel : i adore alex, her sansa is spot on, and always has been. she breaths such beauty and life into a character who deserves the world tbh. and i am ubber lucky that alex let’s my muses just adopt her sansa. 

@killthebxy : a pure gem and a beautifully written jon snow. d&d who? and i very much love the few things we have going. but just having them on my dash is a real treat.  

        How long had it been since the battle? Since Beckett’s forces had retreated from Shipwreck Cove? Since he stabbed Davy Jones’ heart on Will’s behalf, consigning him to servitude in order to save his life? His stomach gave an involuntary lurch at the thought. Considering his lack of a hangover, he surely couldn’t have been present for any of the celebrations which had followed their unexpected victory. 

        The sleep of the dead, it must have been -- although that phrase held a certain ring of irony given what Jack Sparrow had already experienced of death.

         It was only when he turned his head away from the window that he realised he wasn’t alone. Had he not still been drifting in that pleasant, liminal space between wakefulness and sleep, Jack might have bolted upright with a start, but instead he glanced over at Asha, sat with a book in the corner, with a calm sort of bemusement.

        After a moment, he slowly sat up, rubbing the dust from his eyes -- and realising that his bandana wasn’t in its usual place, wrapped around his forehead.Truly naked, then. He noticed it neatly left on the side, along with the rest of his effects, save the white shirt and breeches that he was still wearing. His gaze wandered back to Asha, blearily catching her eye. ‟ Love? ”

 head tilts, vibrant gaze wandering over the beauty beneath her, awaiting a surrender.    ‘  well, well...  ’    a brow quirks, gaze lingering upon her lips, curled in a lazy smile.    ‘  it’s not often i get to see you like this.  ’    eyes meet, and smile blossoms, shaped in mischief.    ‘  i almost forgot how much i like it.  ’

POSITIVITY FOR ALL !!! (send in always tbh)@jernhjerte / @thevictors

       ‟ She’s not like most ships that pass through here. ” The comment slipped out without thinking as Anamaria stood there on the wharf, tending to her own fishing dory and watching curiously at the hustle and bustle of men and cargo at one of the neighbouring ships. But it wasn’t just her unique design that had caught her eye ( more of a longship than a traditional Bermuda-rigged vessel that most pirates used in these parts ); the woman who strode down the gangplank with a man’s authority and swagger had also consumed her attention, too. Female captains were not unheard of in Tortuga, of course, but they were certainly a rarity -- and Anamaria could not recall ever laying eyes on one who looked quite like she did.

         She was intrigued, to say the very least -- though she hesitated a little upon realising that her comment had caught the female captain’s attention and drawn her gaze. Anamaria straightened up a little, adjusting the yellow bandana tied around her forehead. ‟ It’s my sisters and mother you’re looking for, am I right? ”