Danyl Reston

[quillington]

“zero chance of escaping. you asked me to be honest.” danyl reston x roderick fray

“I told you honesty would be helpful and that was when you were explaining the situation.  Is this helpful?  Do you really think you’re helping right now?”  Roderick stared balefully at his companion.  “What ever happened to your unconquerable luck?”  He sighed, glancing back towards the horde chasing them across the frozen tundra of the north: a dozen or so bloodthirsty men who screamed and brandished weapons.  “No,” sighed Roderick, resignedly, as he reigned in his exhausted horse (upon which Danyl was mounted behind him) and both dismounted.  “You’re right.  We’re trapped.”

They were sandwiched between their howling enemies - and an icy precipice known colloquially as the Falls of Doom because it was a place men went to die.  They could not have possibly run in a worse direction.

“What might have been helpful,” countered Danyl.  “Would have been you trusting me to guide us in a useful direction for escape.  I’m the one used to living on the run!  Not you, living in your plush palace!”

“Plus palace?  Is that what you think my house is?”

“I’ve seen your house.  It’s a. plush. palace.  Mark my words.  You should have trusted me.”

Roderick grinned.  “Why would I trust you?  You’d been blatantly lying to me just five minutes before!”

Danyl shrugged.  “Granted.”

The two men turned to look towards their pursuers, again, watching them tear through the white snow, kicking it up all around them as they raced.

“I have a mad idea,” said Danyl.

“I used to like it when you said that.”

“Listen, we have to jump.  Old Man Jyles fell down this precipice last winter and he made it.  Granted, by the skin of his teeth and he’s the first person in thirty years to fall and live, but…we’re out to options.  We’ve got to jump!”

“Jump!  This cliff is literally called the Falls of Doom, Danyl!  The.  Falls.  Of.  Doom.  It’s not a complicated concept: if we fall, we are doomed.”

“I told you it was mad!”

Laughing, Roderick rolled his neck.  “What other choice have we got?”

Danyl’s lips quirked into a wide grin.  “Whatever happened to not trusting me?”

“Let’s be honest,” replied Roderick.  “This isn’t even the worst scrape we’ve been in this week.”  He gestured towards the cliff.  “After you.  You’re the lucky one.”

Danyl’s grin widened.  “I’ll see you at the bottom.”

[thesia]

[danylreston]

ooc | Danyl & Joffrey

So I’m guessing that Joff is staying up at the castle??!?? Danyl mostly just hides in cuperts there but he DOES venture out (giving tom a heart attack tbh) and pretends to be a servant when he’s bored/when he’s looking for stuff to steal and tbh he’d be thrilled!!! that there’s a new rich person around who doesn’t know who he is. He’d be more than willing to assist joffrey in any way/help show him the ropes in the hopes of manipulating and stealing as much money from him as possible! :) 

[gallenacastillon]

OOC | Lena & Danyl

Idek what might happen here, but I’m already facepalming about it tbh hahaha

[danylreston]

ommmgg!!! 

danyl: she’s rich and pretty!!!

danyl: so do i wanna rob her or hit on her??

danyl: ... 

danyl: both is good 

Anyway idk what lena would think about him?????? He would def try to be charming and flirty and its a toss up whether or not he’s thinking about her eyes or her purse at any given moment #facepalm

[lizzydobbs]

Danyl Reston: man lies about every single aspect of his life to keep family from worrying

[yayoroses]

tbh i didn’t plan to make it this far in life so i’ve no idea what i’m doing lol

[quillington]

7/9 friendships → the resistance

[danylreston]

ooc | Danyl & Ophelia

Danyl is so excited to see new pretty ladies up in the North (that so rarely happens!!). So yeah. He’s def gonna hit on Ophelia a lot (whether she likes it or not haha) and try to steal from her at the same time until he realizes she doesn’t have much to steal anymore haha but that won’t stop him from flirting with (or y’know at) her ;D 

[ofdragonriders-blog]

DANYL RESTON / joe armstrong

♦ Age: (28) ♦ Relationships: Tom Reston (cousin/annoyance), Dominick Fletcher, Roderick Fray (best friends), Isolde Martel (target), Leon Darcy (friend/protege) ♦ Description: Danyl has always been lazy and eager to do whatever it would take to get the greatest yield with the least amount of work – which is how he ended up a thief. He had a job further north where he worked as a builder, but he found that he made double the coin in a tenth of the time if he just stole instead. He’s also rather good at stealing and he didn’t get caught until he came from the city and stole from Rowlin Stafford, himself. Rowlin’s men have been on the lookout for him now for three years, and have mostly given up on ever finding him. Meanwhile, he’s been hiding in the kitchens, thanks to his cousin, Tom. He keeps telling Tom that he will leave as soon as he can, but in reality he’s rather happy with this arrangement. Recently, Roderick Fray bet Danyl that he couldn’t seduce Miss Isolde Martel, but Danyl is making it his new goal in life to do just that.  TAKEN BY LIZZY.

[lizzydobbs]

Fun game: "I don't want you talking to them again" Tom @ Danyl about Isolde

“Who do you mean?”

Tom was red in the face, both his anger and frustration apparent. Danyl, amused, watched his cousin as he attempted to control his emotions.

“You know perfectly well! Miss Martel she … she is not like you, Danyl. She does not give her affections as freely as you give your’s. When she says she cares for someone she does, truly. I know you might mean it one minute, but not the next … and, she is a great friend of mine and I will not see you play with her as you’ve managed to play with all of the other girls in the North!”

Danyl stood up straight from where he had been leaning in the doorframe. He was chewing on an apple he’d swiped from one of the barrels when Tom’s back was turned.

“You know, telling me not to speak with her again will only encourage me,” He said, giving his cousin a mischievous smile. “Isolde is a grown woman, Tom. I’m sure she knows her own mind and if she wishes to spend her free afternoons in my company, who am I to deny her?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You will not address her so informally!” Tom said, voice rising. “She is a lady and you will treat her as such.”

Danyl finished the apple and tossed the core aside, “I will treat her however I please. That’s one of your problems, Tom, you are always so damn formal. You need to live a little. Don’t always worry about the consequences. Learn to have a little fun.”

“I’m all for a little fun, but what you are talking about is wrong, Danyl. You are not a genuine person and so you don’t understand what it’s like for someone like Miss Martel. You could break her heart if you say things you do not mean. Don’t you care enough about her not to wish that on her?”

“Tom, you worry too much. You always expect the worst to happen. How long will it take you to learn that I always have the most extraordinary luck?” He asked, grinning as he turned and left the kitchens, too quickly for Tom to follow.

[archivezevrantiva-deactivated20]

“I’m not bein’ funny!”

[danylreston]

The Green Dragon | Danyl & Diccon

[dicconmartel-blog]

Diccon eyed him for a moment. “How much time have you been spending around Roderick Fray?” he asked curiously. It didn’t surprise him; the two seemed liked they would get on well–much better than Danyl and Diccon, not that he had anything against Danyl.

He laughed a little at that and nodded. “Alright. I suppose I can humor you enough for one drink. Harmless enough, right?” he asked, making his way out of the stables.

[danylreston]

“Oi, as much time as I can manage. That lad’s purse is always full and he does know how to spend it wisely,” He said, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Wisely for Danyl Reston meant on whores and drink and gambling the rest away. Sometime you should see for yourself, mate.” He said, winking. 

“Ah, that’s the spirit!” He said, slapping him on the back, “It’s a very sad day when I man has to go drinking alone. Glad you wouldn’t have me see it just yet. Now, tell me, how has Diccon Martel fared since last I saw him?” He asked, “And what about our lovely Staffords? Have you heard for any plans of their’s when they won’t be up at the castle?” He questioned, “It’s always nice to know when the place will be quiet.” He added, casually. 

And when the place would be ripe for lifting some silver here and some jewelry there. 

[danylreston]

Keep it Secret | Danyl & Alia

[aliastafford-blog]

Alia had taken to a walk about the castle, needing some time alone to clear her head. Rowlin was out doing–well, whatever it is that awful boy did, and Alia couldn’t have been more grateful. Still, the threat of her brother’s return loomed, and she decided hiding out in a wing of the stronghold her brother rarely visited was a good way to hide from his ire. Hiding, it seemed, was her only form of defense when her aunt and best friend were nowhere to be found.

Besides, Alia found great joy in wandering the out-of-use halls and rooms where she lived. She liked to think on the people who came before, what they might have done and seen in these rooms. She liked to imagine the happiest stories she could think of: lovers meeting for a secret tryst, mothers doting upon their children, men celebrating after returning from war. She was about to sit down on the couch when she realized someone was already there. She gasped, startled, then jumped when he man suddenly bolted upright.

“I–” she began, offering a small smile. “I won’t tell my lord brother,” she assured him, giving him a quid curtsy. “Your secret is safe with me, dear…?”

[danylreston]

“Ah, thank you so much, milady,” He said, grinning at her. She had a kind face -- a kinder one than the rest of her family that he had encountered and he was certain that she meant that and that put him at ease. “Danyl,” He said, bowing before her, “Danyl Reston. At your service.”

Recalling the stories that Isolde Martel had brought down to the kitchens about her mistress, Danyl relaxed even more. If Isolde could be believed (and she usually could be), Lady Stafford was not made of the same stuff as her uncles and brother and perhaps he need not hurry off. 

“Would milady mind very much if I stayed here for a moment longer?” He asked, “It’s just, it’s awful cold down in the other part of the castle, where I’ve been assigned to work and if I could, I’d just like to stay and warm my hands up a bit, before I get on.” 

These were all lies, of course, but he would always rather his tongue do the moving than his legs. 

[finnodair]

…peace …sleep 

[isoldemartel-blog]

Stolen Dance | Isolde & Danyl

While Remembrance Day was still far off, everyone at Castle Stafford was buzzing with excitement over the feast day–least of all Isolde Martel. It was her absolute favorite day of the year, and everyone was hard pressed to try and dissuade Isolde from offering any sort of assistance in preparations. There were whispers behind hands from certain groups that the cook, Tom Reston had been the only one who succeeded, and that anyone even mentioning his name elicited quite the charming blush from the castle’s favorite handmaiden.

At least until she would make some sort of off-hand comment and bustle off to find some other chore that needed completing.

It came as little surprise then that Isolde had her arms filled with linens that still had need of airing out before they could be washed and pressed for the main hall tables, seemingly ready to bolt from the washrooms at the drop of a hat. “I’ll just hang these up in one of the extra rooms, Maerynn, then come back for the rest!” She called over her shoulder, cheeks still burning hot as she hurried off towards the vacant section of the castle.

How could they say such things about sweet Mister Reston? Perhaps she did blush, yes, but merely because she could see how they all giggled and stared at her when mentioning him, and Isolde hardly knew why. Thomas was kind to her and she tried her best to reciprocate, even as he often made quite a fuss over her doing as much. What in that had cause to be mocked?

“It’s as if they believe he pays me special attention.” Isolde muttered to herself. “I’ve seen Mister Reston’s kindness extending to everyone… I don’t understand why they feel I am so different. We are merely… good friends.” Her voice trailed off as she stared at the wooden door in front of her that lead to one of the many vacant guest rooms, a sigh falling from her lips. 

Yet, she gave herself only a moment to wonder why her heart sank a little at this thought before shaking her head and pushing the door open with her back. “Come now, Isolde. Work to be done. We shall worry about Mister Reston later.”

Isolde was given quite the fright, though, as she turned to see a body lying prone upon the four-poster bed. Nearly dropped the linens she was carrying all upon the floor–until, that is, she heard a familiar snoring sound.

“Danyl Reston, what in the god’s name do you think you are doing?” She teased, setting down the linens upon the bed before gently shaking Danyl from where he lay napping. “If Master Lucian ever took a fancy to touring this section of the castle, he’d have your head. Let alone what Master Rowlin would do.” Isolde laughed gently, shaking her head and placing her hands upon her hips as she grinned down at him. “I will not be afraid to drag you out of bed by your ear as I used to do for Diccon if I must, Danyl.”

[danylreston]

Danyl Reston was never a man to back down from a challenge. Or rather, a challenge that he knew he could win. (If Tom had challenged him to survive on his own he would have merely laughed at him -- why should he do something like that, when he had a perfectly good cabinet to live in?) So when Roderick Fray bet him that he could not make Isolde Martel fall in love with him, he jumped at the chance to prove him wrong.

Isolde Martel had always been the softspoken maiden goodsister of Warin Thorel and Danyl had never looked twice at her before. But today, when she roused him from his nap, he looked up at her and realized that she really was rather pretty ... especially in this light, with her hair slightly out of place and that light, playful tone in her voice. 

He had formed a rather bad (although brilliant in his own mind) of sleeping in these emptied rooms. It was rare that anyone came through and they were quiet during the day. Not to mention the beds were softer than anything he had ever slept upon. It would not take him long to get used to such comforts. 

Rolling over onto his back, he looked up at her, grinning, “Oi, no need to get threaten to do that,” He said, “I’m awake, I promise.” He flung his legs over the side and sat up, wiping the sleep from one eye with his palm. 

“Well then, it’s a good thing you found me then, isn’t it? Otherwise I’d probably be missing a hand already.” He was still grinning at her, as though he was joking, but they both knew he was closer to the truth than he’d like to admit. This new habit of his was dangerous, yes, but what was life without a little risk? Being discovered was always one, but it was much more likely that it would be a servant and he was better at talking his way out of situations with someone who was a little more reasonable than say, Rowlin Stafford or his uncle. 

“Now, if I promise to help you with these,” He said, gesturing to the linens she had in her arms, “Can I have your word that you won’t mention this to anyone? Not that I meant to fall asleep, I just sat down for a moment to rest, is all. And well, there you have it.” Of course that was a lie, but she didn’t need to know that. And he didn’t exactly have the first idea of what she was doing with the linens or how he would help her, but this wouldn’t be the first time he pretended he was actually doing work, when he was, in fact, doing nothing at all. 

[danylreston]

ooc | Danyl & Sybil

so dan would be like “hey rumors are that you are a pirate? that’s badass” and “i’m a pirate too just on land” and then a lot of flirting and being like “yo sneak out and meet us at the pub and i’ll buy you a drink” 

[danylreston]

Tom: Isn't sex better with one person that you love?

Danyl: Yeah ... in a poem maybe.