. . . and to think he’s so good at making “kittens” purr .

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. . . and to think he’s so good at making “kittens” purr .

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Shannon's LoreForge is crazy...
@loreforged says ❝ one war ends, another begins. there is always someone fighting someone somewhere. ❞ / maege
THE ROPE BINDING HIS HANDS STILL ISN'T ENTIRELY CUSHY , despite it having been loosened already . it also is no longer tied to his feet , which is almost hospitable at this point . they , too , have switched the non - existent comforts of his cell with a seat at the long table in the center of the Great Hall of Mormont Keep ; a dark , intimidating place if there ever was one , but strangely warm despite the rain and light drizzle of snow crashing against the stone walls . the bears have caught themselves a kraken . and Maron finds some ironic comfort in their sigil not being a salmon .
he watches while a servant refills his horn with strong , black ale , glad that the old she - bear apparently has remembered that he , too , is highborn and not some lowely villain - and cants his head at her words . seemingly calm and unafraid , but also lacking any viciousness or intent to fight . the Greyjoy knows when he's lost . for now at least . . .
" and you believe I'm the one you should fight now , Lady Mormont ? " granted , she'd have every right . the Ironborn have reaped and pillaged along the shores of Bear Island for as long as people remembered - and Maron , too , had taken part in a few raids in his youth . but he has a feeling that the imprisonment of himself and his other three captains , along with the crew , has nothing to do with past crimes . " or do you merely mean to add me to Stannis Baratheon's growing collection of Greyjoys ? "
@loreforged ‘s Otto: we’ll do this without complaint
Maron:
@loreforged says ❝ the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. ❞ / theon
THE MOVEMENT IS QUICK AS A WHIP AND HURTS JUST AS BAD ; Maron's hand closing around the back of Theon's neck , fingers digging into the sensitive skin , holding him by the scruff like one would a dog . he pulls him closer , a force as old as time and one unique to the strength an older brother has over the younger one . and something burns in his eyes when he glares at Theon , close , so very close nobody else in the courts of the Great Keep would hear the low hiss that follows . " don't you ever cite Stark words to me . " the grip around his neck is one of steel and iron indeed . the way it's been bred into Maron . the way it lacks in Theon .
" you're not in the North anymore . down here the one who holds a sword will swing it and we've been swinging at wolves for centuries . " a threat ? a warning ? knowing Maron ( remembering a version of him that is overshadowed by childhood fears , no doubt ) it could be both . " always remember that . after all , you've just come back home . " a smile appears on his lips then , not quite reaching his eyes . and the hand lets go , slowly , suddenly gentle in a deceptive way . " and I wouldn't want anything to happen to my little brother now , would I ? "

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robb stark / @loreforged said: "i am a creature of grief." ft. jeyne westerling
to hear him speak in such heartfelt (and heartbreaking) candor of the tragedies he has suffered in a relatively short span of time is to make jeyne feel remorse for the many times in her youth she had found herself beseeching the gods for a more eventful life. in her folly and naivety, she had fallen into the dangerously ignorant assumption that a lively life was an inevitably positive one but that was not so. one's life could be filled with tragedies in rapid succession. far better then that her life has been spent within the mundane and tumbling corridors of the crag. or is it? how can she hope to comfort robb when she herself has not experienced such tragedies? will not her words ring hollow?
wide light brown eyes shift downwards to be concealed by her lashes as a flurry of emotions flit across her expression: sympathy, anguish, a softer strain of grief, a pain that comes from discerning the heartbreak of another. slender fingers twist together in a fleeting yet inherent gesture of inner consternation before she reaches forward to rest a light hand against his forearm.
though jeyne has never possessed sybell spicer's candid... precocity, words have seldom failed her as they do now. a trivial expression of condolence or pity seems so much less than what he deserves. 'i know nothing i can say will erase or even diminish the many hurts you have suffered but—' a brief pause followed by a tilt of the head as she weighs her words with unusual gravity, 'even though i cannot lift that weight from your shoulder, perhaps griefs that are shared may become...if not easier to bear than less heavy in knowing that there is another who knows of the shadows at your heels.'
aemond / @loreforged said: "was loyalty too much to hope for?" ft. alicent hightower
that she and her second eldest son see the realm and its denizens differently is of little surprise to alicent but there are moments, such as now, when she finds herself taken aback at the unexpected reminder that her two eldest sons, for all of their bravado and boasts (made in different ways), are still woefully young. both aegon and aemond are more than capable of command, of holding a sword in their hands and leading men and yet in some ways, she finds them both shrouded in naivety. 'the loyalty of men in this realm are akin to mayflies. it lives but for a short time and oft not at all, not truly.' what an unpleasant reminder (as if she needs any reminding) that the lives of her children are in great peril when surrounded by so many who profess such stalwart loyalty yet fall so short in action.
'do not make your father's mistake, aemond. too often he allowed himself to believe the all-too fallible promises of men, especially those spoken by his brother.' fortunately, her sons seemed to take little after their father, despite the physical resemblance. all her children would need to be made of sterner stuff if they were to not only survive but thrive through the wars to come.
'the loyalty of the realm's lords should still be sought, of course, but try not to place too much hope in them. the one loyalty you can never question is that of of your family's.' the lannister lords, those of house baratheon, and many others might sing songs of fealty and should be encouraged in their willingness to do so but how many of them would burn for her children as only a mother would willingly do?
valarr targaryen / @loreforged said: "i am so tired of being strong." ft. kiera of tyrosh
that a show of strength is so vehemently demanded in the first place despite the loss that has been suffered by the realm's ruling family is enough to make kiera bristle. she needs no reminder that it is the duty of targaryen princes and princess, both of birth and of marriage, to keep the realm at ease by keeping shoulders squared and chins stubbornly uplifted despite trials and tribulations but while such an approach seems both logical and palatable in the abstract, it is harder to embrace in practice. a father is still a father and a son is still a son, regardless of what stations they might occupy in life. the people of the realm possess hearts of their own as well as families, surely they would not be shaken by heartfelt displays of grief? surely they might prefer sincere sentiment over stoic composure?
'it grieves me that you have been made to mourn your father in such a circuitous manner. you may be the realm's greatest prince but it seems many forget that you were prince baelor's son first and that is how you should grieve him.' it is agonizing enough to think of the tumult of emotions that have plagued valarr since his father's death for so grim and shocking a demise many would be hard put to think of, but to then be prodded into moderating one's such emotions in the aftermath is a different yet just as heartwrenching agony.
'i wish it were not so.' if only he could understand the sheer force with which she harbored such a wish. had it been up to her, he would have been made to feel no compulsion to dissemble his grief. even now, prying gazes had only to stare at valarr too long to find themselves suddenly faced with her steely glare. the mournful smile that briefly flickers upon pursed lips is softened with affection as she reaches a beringed hand to rest lightly against his face, 'you can always lay down your cares in my presence, valarr, for what small consolation that may offer you. you can always be your truest self with me and take comfort in knowing that i will never hold it against you. i see you first and foremost not as a prince but as a man and a man should never be made to feel as though he must hide his griefs.'