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DRGNSFYRE ... a dependent blog associated with #cognatihq with characters written & adored by emmy ( she/her, 30, est )
lord aeron greyjoy , of pyke. lord hallis flint , of breakstone hill.
LOCATION : day two, morning, greyjoys private quarters STATUS : closed ( @beautifulsnares )
aeron made his way towards the table, his hair messy from sleep. he rubbed his eyes and let out another yawn. "brother!" he called out, hopeful that his youngest brother would answer. he was exhausted but that was his own fault, he had met up with some old friends after a full day. he wished he had just left early like others suggested. he did not listen. he let out another yawn and practically fell into the chair. "dominic, come out here ... we have some things to discuss." he stated. "i hope and pray to the gods that you're alone in that room."
the smile froze upon her lips, a slight narrowing of both brows and eyes followed. the attempt to place him as someone known to her, having to resist circling him as if the stretch of his shoulders or a different view would jostle something from memory. “ i am … ” somewhat slow to answer, her quick list of ironborn she was aware of not offering aeron. “ have we met before, my lord ? i apologize if we have i do not remember. it must have been in a tavern or some such. ” a more delicate way to assume that she had been intoxicated with spiced wine settled in the pit of her stomach. “ oh ! perhaps it was in gulltown ? yes, that must be it. i knew i would remember — it is lovely to see you again. ”
aeron smiled at sansa's comments. he shook his head and waved it off. "it's alright, lady sansa. no harm done. i am not that memorable normally." he joked. he nodded. "it's lovely to see you again. tell me, do you think of this jacket?" he asked, moving it around. "granted, it is not something i need but ... it would be nice to return to the islands with a small prize from my time in the north." he admitted. after a moment he nodded again. "lady sansa, are you patticipating in the events they are throwing?" he asked. "i was told i should enter the tug o'war but i cannot seem to find any entertainment in it." aeron said with a light laugh.
setting: the stables, after the first party of the hunt departs, w. @drgnsfyre
cerelle is not a very political being, not at all. thrust into the heart of the red keep, all she'd rather do is to keep to the sidelines and find a ship to sneak out of. she knows some feel the same, and, as she struggles with the reins of her horse, she notices one she knows must feel as such. "lord greyjoy, you wound me. you no longer smell of sea salt – i wonder, have you bathed at all?" the jest is clear on her tongue. "does the horse like you the same as thus?" as far as she could recall, he is not a fan. has that changed, too?
aeron chuckled as he approached the familar face. "lady hill, it's lovely to see you again." he patted the nearest horse quickly. he had been afraid of horses for most of his life, at least now, he could ride them. "you know ... this may have been the longest i have spent away from my ship in years." he joked back. "perhaps i will have to return just to smell like myself again." aeron said with a smile. he glanced back at the horse. "well, she has not stepped on me yet... so i do think we are getting along quite well. as long as she helps me not come dead last in the hunt." aeron told her. he took a step away from the horse, as not to crowd her. "are you participating in the hunt this morning?" he asked her.
where : waiting for elanur, somewhere in winterfell . when : the morning before the hunt . with : lord aeron greyjoy / @drgnsfyre
" all i know is every time i hear the story, there is another blow added to it ... " the shape of the tale amuses her more than it alarms her. " by next week they shall say lord knott fought twenty men. "
aeron chuckled lightly as he stood with defne and listened to the other speak. he tried not to draw too much attention to how loud he was laughing, though. he shook his head. "oh come on, defne. the story is not that bad." the greyjoy joked. after a moment, he let out another snicker. "sorry, i was wrong... it is bad." he admitted. at this point, the story they heard ... probably wasn't the right one. aeron knew that lord knott probably only fought one person but everyone had claimed it was some massive ordeal. aeron had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. "we should be focusing on the hunt, not whatever lies lord knott got himself into last night. i've never known him to be much of a good storyteller, anyways." aeron told her.
LOCATION : day three, during the games STATUS : closed ( @ruinedsong )
hallis adjusted his bag and made his way through the crowds of people setting up for the next round of games. he was not participating but he thought it would be fun to see if there was anything anyone left behind. he had finn and grey scouting the area but they would mostly just pick up food for themselves, finn might take something shiny. that would be interesting. he glanced around quickly, he didn't want to look suspicious so instead, he made his way over to the nearest rest area and put his own items down. he motioned towards the games when he heard someone approaching. "that game they're playing ... it looks rather easy. what do you think?" he joked as he glanced around the others items. perhaps he could take something while he was speaking to the person who was sitting nearest to him, maybe everyone would think they did it.
the bastard of starfall feels quite lost in a place so far from her home. the games had been entertaining thus far, but she still knew little of how things were meant to happen. still, it had been a dream of hers to see far beyond the red mountains of dorne, had it not? so she tries her best to enjoy herself while she is here.
she's walking around the festivities when suddenly, she collides with another. the collision nearly sends her directly into the cold ground, but luckily she is quick on her feet and manages to stop before she falls. she looks up into the half-lidded eyes of a northern lord, reaching out to him briefly for stabilization. “apologies, my lord!” she quickly says, releasing her grip on him.
he is lucky that his drink did not spill all over her dress.
“i will do my best,” she says, almost sarcastically. “is this drink any good?” she asks curiously as she joins him in grabbing another. she'd never had northern ale before.
hallis shuttered at the tone, the title. lord. he was barely even one, he thought. he sighed as he shook his head. "it's shite but it's the best one they have." he told her as he walked over to pick up a new one. "i'm sorry, it's ... well ... it could be worse." he admitted. the flint raised the glass towards her and attempted to smile. "to new people!" he pushed his own glass towards hers and took a long sip of it. "so tell me, how does the first sips taste?" he asked. "i've never had anything other than this ... so please don't spare any comments about the southern ale." he said with a chuckle. he wished he couldn't tell that she was dorne but hallis was very good at spotting individuals who weren't from the north. "so... how is the north faring with you?" he asked. "have you ever travelled this far before?" hallis continued.
LOCATION : day four, before the last game STATUS : closed ( @rihtuals )
hallis had yet to be around this many people in a long time. it was hard for him to socialize, even though he enjoyed the dancing aspect of these events. everything else, though... he did not care. instead, he tried to gravitate towards people he was familiar with. catelyn was one of them. it had been a long time since he had seen the mallister but that did not mean he would not recognize her. he smiled at her as he approached. "catelyn... i hope time hasn't allowed you to forget me." he stated with a wink. he was joking obviously, if catelyn had forgotten him, it would make sense. it had been years and hallis had changed over the years. "i hope you've been well, though." he told her with a small smile. "things have changed since i've returned." he muttered, mostly to himself.
🌹 — when a rose and a kraken love each other very much... they sneak away and have a moment to themselves. for @drgnsfyre.
it's moments like this that elanur treasures the most: the ones that are theirs alone and require no such performance, only an open heart and open legs, too, when the stars align. she reaches out from where she lays on her side, her head resting on a pillow and her body covered by the scratchy sheets, to comb her fingers through his greying hair. it's a little damp now, even more tousled, too, she notes with a smile, but just as soft as ever. if they're to rejoin the others soon, she'll have to remember to fix it for him. "hm, very well then, my sweet. i've decided quite magnanimously to forgive you after all," she says matter - of - factly, voice sweet and playful and rife with mischief.
this, of course, comes after chiding him for his lack of participation in more of their host's events and goading him into giving her a more private display of his strength and athleticism in recompense. to which... what can she say? old habits die hard and she's missed her beloved quite fiercely. furthermore, if they are to politick in a land so cold and unwelcoming, then making their own warmth is no less than necessary. "perhaps it is a blessing you’ve no interest in tug o’ war, for if anything were to happen to those hands of yours on this trip..." elanur tuts, then pats him on the cheek, her smile growing ever more satisfied. "why, i simply could not bear it."
aeron let out a light laugh as he leaned into elanur's hand. he felt so relaxed here with her, there was nowhere else he'd rather be. he closed his eyes slightly, and listened to her speak. at the mention of forgiveness, his smile widened but he kept his eyes closed. he was happy she had forgiven him and even though he wasn't sure slipping away from everyone would do the trick, he was hopeful. aeron opened his eyes and moved in closer so he could place a soft kiss on her neck. he let out another laugh at the mention of tug o'war. he had no desire to participate in that, his hands had already been ruined from years at sea, he did not want them to become rougher. he did not want to do anything that might make it harder to love him, at least he had other qualities to make up for it, just in case. "oh don't worry my love, my hands will be fine, i take excellent care of them..." he paused and leaned in to kiss her softly on the neck again. "and you, i hope." he muttered. aeron pulled away and moved his hand slowly up her body, making sure he memorized every curse before the hand found her face. he wrapped it around her neck and brought her face closer to his to place a soft kiss on her lips. "if you wish me to participate more, i will. i just figured you would not like the competition and i would much rather see you win everything." he told her with a smile as he leaned in to kiss her again.
"no." she answers simply. the gods would not have it, and she can not tell if such a thing is their blessing or their damnation, brought by her sins and her wrong - doings. more likely it was the first, however, or so she would rather believe, for she did not feel as exhausted as the work of the day would have made her. "there is still much to do for the arrival of the impious." they can not feel them yet, thunderous and proud and wrong, but they know that the south comes marching to offer their unnecessary condolences – and she, as lady receptioner, must do all she can to assure they are welcomed in the right way. "but perhaps i shall by the morrow. if this is done right." they assert, finally taking the weapon previously ignored; the red - haired pauses in the offering of it towards her younger brother. "are we going to give them a crude awakening or they've already realized we are to be their executioner?"
hallis nodded. it didn't bring him any joy that his sister wasn't sleeping but he knew that the old gods would reward her when this was all over. he did not have any doubts on that, or them. the red haired sibling glanced around the woods as gilliane spoke... he kept one eye on the weapon she was holding. hallis reached out for it and nodded. "i think they've realized, i've never seen them so calm before." he admitted. "i think we shouldn't delay it though, they may start to feel uneasy and react." hallis continued. he was happy to be out here, in the woods with gilliane. he would truly do anything she or his other siblings would ask of him and now, he was in the woods doing exactly that. "do we need to wait until the moon is higher?" he asked her. she had always been so specific, which made hallis nervous. he didn't want to screw it up for them.
LOCATION : day two, after the games STATUS : closed ( @oflcgends )
hallis had spent the majority of the day drinking and laughing at those who took part in the games. it was rather hilarious, watching some of the southern houses make fools of themselves. hallis had enjoyed himself a bit too much and now he found himself stumbling around, drunk. his sisters would not be happy if they found him like this. he made his way around to pick up another cup of ale but when he turned around, he slammed directly into someone. he groaned and threw his hands up in defeat. "of course this would happen to me!" he exclaimed. "now i need to get another drink." he continued. "now please.. try not to make me drop it."
LOCATION : day one, procession of statue STATUS : closed ( @cursebounds )
every time someone looked at him, he reminded himself he was here for gilliane. he was here for wylla. he was not here for the starks nor was he here for his father or donella. actually, any time he saw them, hallis promptly turned the other direction. he didn't hate the starks but the only reason he was even remotely tolerable of them was because of gilliane. he did not care for rules, titles or even the politics of it all. he stood in the back with his arms crossed as the statue was being hauled in. he found the whole thing rather boring but he did not move from his spot. grey and fin curled up beside him, fast asleep. they had the right idea, hallis thought maybe if he closed his eyes, people wouldn't bother him. he was wrong, of course. one eye opened, he scoffed at who approached him. "i'm here, aren't i?" he muttered. "least you can do is not stare while i catch up on my sleep." hallis stated.
LOCATION : day two, morning, before the games STATUS : closed ( @courteley )
hallis loved most northern traditions, although he did not enjoy participating in the games. he loved watching other make fools of themselves. he walked through the crowds, his two companions close by his feet. most of the northerners stayed clear of him but others made faces. he didn't care. he was here to laugh at whoever lost and besides, he was welcome here just as much as everyone else. the thoughts of the southern houses being here, in the north, almost made the flint laugh. he despised most of them and while he passed a few of them dressed improperly, he smirked. hallis whistled and called grey and fin towards him. he picked up the nearest cup and carried it towards the grounds. his face remained neutral while he approached the area where the games were seemingly taking place. he raised the cup towards the field. "so what do you think of all this?" hallis asked. he took a sip of the warm liquid and smirked. "who are you betting on? i hope it's not yourself." hallis asked.
“ oh shit … sorry ! ” the chuckles started not a second after, hands out to brace herself against the invisible pull of gravity. “ truly, i do apologize. i had not realized the distance down was as far as it was. ” the scamper up into a nearby tree impulsive, the desire to see both statue and winter market from a vantage not allowed by someone of her stature. close to a couple of hours now sat tucked away upon one of the largest branches that had been close enough to the ground — still too high to have released her grasp when she had, learned as most lessons in life were. the difficult way. “ are you well ? i did not hit you did i ? ”
location: the winter market of wintertown, close to the tree line open to: three responses
aeron hated the cold, he knew he was not built for this kind of weather... even though he was dressed properly and he had been to the north many times, he still had a chill that he couldn't shake. perhaps it was due to the reason they were all called to the north, aeron wasn't even sure how much the islands could contribute, let alone if anyone truly wanted them here. he brushed off the thought as he made his way through the market. he thought perhaps buying some new furs would make him feel better, as it usually did when he was in the north. he turned around for just a moment when the other bumped into him. the greyjoy's mouth turned up into a smile. first impressions usually worked out in his favour, most of the time. aeron shook his head. "not a problem at all, i am fine." he told her. "i was merely paying too much attention to spending my money on something i do not need, it's alright." he continued. "i am aeron greyjoy. you must be lady sansa, correct?" he asked. he wanted to make sure he was aware of everyone attending the events in the north, he studied them on the way here. although he had not met everyone he would be conversing with, he wanted to ensure he at least knew their names.
setting: the hour of the nightingale, in the wolfswood, w. @drgnsfyre
she hasn't slept – the evidence is clear on the shadowing underneath her eyes, on the way her shoulders slump as she waits underneath the heartree, fiddling with a dead branch. the crossbow by her side remains untouched even as someone approaches, but her attention is far too enthralled on the shape of the twig – she pockets it, just in time for the appearance of another.
she recognizes him by thread, by smell, by the wilderness of his hair and of his eyes. "brother." she speaks, in a language half - dead – the tongue of their mother, of the wildlings, the one gilliane speaks with an accent that hallis does not possess. the bitterness of the thought is shadowed by the overwhelming affection as she sees him, properly.
anothers. she recognizes the animals at his feet, loyal even when there is to be carnage sometime soon. she takes to her feet, weapon forgotten as she embraces the man. "it shall be the same as the day before." for the past fifteen days, they've met, slaughtering an animal and offering it to their gods – they need all the auspiciousness they can get, after all.
hallis made his way through the wolfswood, the two companions trailing behind him. he shushed them a few times while he made his way towards the meeting point he arranged with gilliane. they'd been sleeping all day, whereas hallis hadn't slept yet. he was exhausted but every time he tried to close his eyes, sleep never came to him. he approached his sister slowly, as to not frighten her but of course, the woods betrayed him. "sister." he responded in the same tongue, for a moment, his mind drifts to their mother. he hugged gilliane back, a welcomed form of affection that he didn't realize he needed. the warg nodded as she spoke, the offering was essential and he knew that. he whistled and sent his companions to their posts. he didn't think it was necessary for them to witness the offering but they were excellent at indicating if someone was approaching and hallis would rather not have anyone interrupting them. he placed his bags down on the ground and leaned against the nearest tree before he spoke to gilliane. "have you been sleeping?" he asked her in the same tongue.
Hamnet (2025)
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