born from dark water

faye salvatore. lady of boreal.

[fayesarryn]

pillow talk | faye & warren

[warrenarryn]

Warren murmured softly in his sleep, dreaming of a more peaceful time, where he wouldn’t have to watch his new wife’s family die and lose their homes. He felt his arm move and without hesitation, drew her close to him, holding her protectively and pressing his face into her hair. “What troubles you, my love?” he asked quietly, feeling her tremble slightly.

[fayesarryn]

Faye often wondered if Warren loved her now. He said he would but he hasn't said so. Still he was there, always ready to talk to her and comfort her whenever she needed it. That was love, wasn't it? She didn't know. It was hard to tell. But those thoughts were not the ones what bothered her tonight. "I was thinking of Bran and Rickon..." she shouldn't have. They were not hers to worry about. But the children have been close to her. "I was thinking of Winterfell." She didn't know if she was thinking rationally or if she was even thinking at all, but she knew something had to be done. She raised herself up to look at him, half of her body covering his now. "What if we took it back from Theon? He only has twenty men. We have a hundred."

[fayesarryn]

pillow talk | faye & warren

Faye tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. She felt so tired from tending to the matters of the keep all day that she was sure the moment her head hit the pillow she'd fall fast asleep but now she lay awake long after, listening to her husband's light snoring. She looked over at him, wondering what filled his mind. Was he dreaming? What was he dreaming of? For Faye it was different each night. Sometimes it would be Ruby, other times her father. That night thoughts of Winterfell plagued her mind. A chill crept through her. Faye sighed and lifted Warren's arm before tucking herself in his side, draping her arm over him.

[fayesarryn]

do you hear the people sing? || solo para

Boreal. That was their destination. Many months ago she thought that the moment she'd be heading home she'd be happy. She'd be smiling with her brothers and joking about how the war had worn them both out. She never thought she'd be going home to lay her best friend to rest. But here they were, on the Kingsroad once more with their heads down. Banners of Salvatore and Arryn waved profusely in the wind and the further they moved North, the colder it became.

On her other side rode Jon. His head was low, only seldom glancing up to see where they were. Faye worried about him the most. He wasn't the same after he found out. He was too silent. She dismissed it as him mourning for his cousin, but she too was in mourning. Daniel was gone too. But not once did her head hang so low. Sometimes she would call out to him, talk to him, but his mind and his heart seemed so far away that they went long periods of time without speaking. Days even. Her only comfort sometimes was Caroline and her stories. Sometimes she'd talk on and on and others Faye would tell her stories of her home and what to expect. The thought of her old Septa greeting her cheered her up a bit. She'd be thrilled to find Faye with a husband. She always thought she was good enough for one. The woman was the one who raised her and seeing her again after all that's happened... it brought tears in her eyes.

She just wanted to go home to her bed and her libraries where Daniel spent most of his time in and the stables and the godswood and the kitchens. She missed the wolfswood the most. She missed the trees and the snow and the blue flowers. But the more the distance between her and her brothers grew, the less she missed home and the more she missed them.

It took another fortnight to get to Boreal. She never thought she'd grow sick at the sight of her horse but she was through with riding it, at least for another year or lifetime. Faye was greeted by her household. Maester Simon and Septa Glindale, the men that remained in Boreal, the cooks, the stable boys, the people from Winterfell who managed to escape. Only a handful of them. And their eyes were on her and her new lord husband. Once she dismounted, they all bowed their heads low--for Ruby, for her cousin who once ran around these grounds with her and her brothers, for the men they've lost, and for her.

It didn't take her another day before she found a sculptor to carve Ruby and Daniel into the crypts of Boreal. Daniel was placed beside his father, and Ruby beside him. Faye visited the godswood and prayed half a night for their souls and Warren had to lead her back into their keep because she wouldn't have stopped. She prayed for Ruby and Daniel and the men who sacrificed their lives for the North. She prayed for all the Lannisters' heads on pykes. She prayed for Robb's victory. And she prayed for peace. In the South and in the North. She prayed for happiness last of all.

[fayesarryn]

bring her home | faye/robb/damon

They had taken her to the King's tent because they wanted to ask questions about Ruby's death. If they considered her feelings in all of this, she did not really know. All she knew was that in front of her, two men were trying to figure out how to give Ruby a proper goodbye. Stupid idiots, the lot of them. Faye sank in her seat with her furs and her wine, wishing they had called in Warren as well just so someone could join her in her silence--hold her hand, even.

Faye feared that if she didn't speak up soon they'd come to blows. There was obvious tension between the two of them, probably still caused by her indiscretion. She walked over to their table and cleared her throat. "I'll take her home," she presented, hoping none of them would argue.

[theunworthyheir]

Lost in the Woods | Faye and Damon

[theunworthyheir]

He gave her a small smile. though for once Damon did not feel in the mood for japes. He’d lost his sister and two of his best friends but he still had his ego, and admitting to his little sister exactly why Snow had started throwing punches was one more hit he wasn’t going to take. He had been so shamed and hurt by Faye doing just what he had done himself, he couldn’t bare his little sister to look at him with eyes of hate again. The little girl that had smiled so sweetly when he would read her a bed time story.

“Why does he do anything? Jealousy, I assume.”

[fayesarryn]

"Jealousy? Of what?" Faye furrowed her brows at her brother, confused. She had to admit, she didn't always know what went on with her brothers, but she expected to know at list a little bit. But now she was just lost. What is it that he and Jon fought so foolishly about? "Tell me, Damon."

[firstblood-graphics]

little first blood things: genevieve salvatore

“She was a proper lady, your mother. But at the same time she was more than just that. She was very good with words. How to use them, when to use them and how to pick them to better suit who she was talking to. She also knew when not to speak at all. Your father met her just before the rebellion ended. The kind heart that she was, she helped aid the wounded men. One of those men was Giuseppe.

I don’t think I can remember much after that, my child, but it didn’t take long before he took her as his wife. She was a gift from the gods, if you ask me. She put him in his place. She wasn’t scared of him or his anger. War can change a man, dear, and Giuseppe was changed for the worse. Always angry and irritable. Genevieve was the only person who had the ability to appease him, to calm him—love him. That’s why everyone loved her. But no one loved her more than Giuseppe.”

[warrenarryn]

terrible and red | warren and faye

[warrenarryn]

[is stunned by her confession and closes his eyes, hating that she was in so much pain. pulls her as close as he can get her, wrapping his cloak around her in the process and holding her protectively] We will make them pay, my lady. Joffrey. The Queen. And anyone else involved. I will bring you their heads, my love. Or hold them down while you take them yourself. Daniel and Ruby and every one else. [strokes her hair and kisses the side of her head] I’ll do this for you.

[fayesarryn]

[continues crying against him, loving how he warmed her and protected her, the gesture of wrapping her against him warming her heart] I shall await that day, my lord. Thank you. [she sniffles and pulls away slightly to look upon his face, her hand coming up to touch his cheek] Thank you, my love.

[warrenarryn]

terrible and red | warren and faye

[fayesarryn]

[freely lets her tears fall now, sobbing as he held her, her voice shaking when she speaks] But we can’t. Not anymore. Not my cousin. Daniel’s dead. A raven came from King’s Landing. He’s gone.

[warrenarryn]

[feels the color drain from his face as he hears her news] Did they murder him as well? [is surprised and upset as he pulls Faye tight to his chest and holding her as he moved to sit on the bed] Shhh, my lady, we will avenge him too.

[fayesarryn]

[shakes her head, her voice is full of anger when she finally speaks] They said he died because of a sickness. But I don't believe it. Daniel is a Northerner. He was built tough. He wouldn't just die. [holds onto his arms, her eyes burning with tears] Do you know what the last thing I said to him was before he left? I told him he'll die if he went South. And he did. And...[burries her face in the crook of his neck] It's my fault. I shouldn't have let him leave. Shouldn't have said what I said.

[warrenarryn]

terrible and red | warren and faye

[fayesarryn]

[sits still on their bed with her hands on her lap, her gaze staring into nothingness, her peace suddenly interrupted by the sound of the flap of their tent and soon Warren’s voice. only then does she look up] Swear to me that we will see the Lannisters’ heads on pikes, Warren. Swear it. [tries to stop herself from crying, like she did after Ruby had died, but fails, hear tears rolling down her cheeks]

[warrenarryn]

[is quickly in front of her, taking her hands in his] I swear it to you, my lady, on my honor, to the old gods and the new, that we will have all of their heads on pikes. They will pay for what they have done. [stares up at her and brings a hand up to cup her face, wiping a few tears away with his thumb] We will do this for Ruby. And we will save Lady Sansa and your cousin.

[fayesarryn]

[freely lets her tears fall now, sobbing as he held her, her voice shaking when she speaks] But we can't. Not anymore. Not my cousin. Daniel's dead. A raven came from King's Landing. He's gone.

[warrenarryn]

terrible and red | warren and faye

[enters their tent quietly, the furs of his cloak drawn close as he walks inside] My lady. [greets her softly, not having heard the news about Daniel yet, but already knowing they were to leave in the morning to escort Ruby’s body to Boreal]

[fayesarryn]

[sits still on their bed with her hands on her lap, her gaze staring into nothingness, her peace suddenly interrupted by the sound of the flap of their tent and soon Warren's voice. only then does she look up] Swear to me that we will see the Lannisters' heads on pikes, Warren. Swear it. [tries to stop herself from crying, like she did after Ruby had died, but fails, hear tears rolling down her cheeks]

[fayesarryn]

the crow and the eagle | faye & warren | the wedding

[warrenarryn]

Warren kept his eyes locked with hers as she untied his breeches and without looking away, kicked off his boots and slid out of his pants to re-position himself between her legs. He brought a hand up to gently cup her face before leaning in to kiss her again. This was it. They were going to officially be man and wife and he actually found himself happy at the thought. Right now there was nothing more that he wanted except for Faye.

[fayesarryn]

Faye let herself be controlled by the wants of her body and let herself be swayed and moved and molded by him. The first time she had ever made love with someone, she was half drunk with a whole bottle of wine, probably more. But now she felt every twist and kiss and touch and feel and it felt... good. Surrendering herself to him felt good. She rested her head on his chest with an arm draped across his stomach, listening to the steady beat of his heart once it was over, drifting to sleep as she thought of what her life was become and what it still will be. She was an Arryn now, an Eagle. His wife and the other half of his whole. From that day until the end of their days, she was his and his alone.

[fayesarryn]

the crow and the eagle | faye & warren | the wedding

[warrenarryn]

Warren shushed her softly, kissing her again and pulling her further into their bed. They could save their words for later. He knew there was something else on her mind, maybe someone else, but right now he needed to be the only thing she thought about. Warren began to unlace her dress, kissing her a little more fervently. There was something about knowing she might love someone else that pushed him. It drove him to work harder to push this other man from her mind, making himself the only one she wanted. He got her dress off and flipped them around, kissing her throat and running a hand down her side before pulling back some. Warren looked down at her, smiling gently at her as he slowly brought her hands to the waist of his pants. 

[fayesarryn]

Faye's heart started beating faster again when he started unlacing her dress. She wanted to want this. She wanted to want her own husband, but her thoughts only went back to the first time a man's touched her and she felt like she was betraying Warren by doing so. She kissed him with equal fervor, not wanting him to doubt her, not wanting him to think that she wasn't committed to him. She didn't mind his hands on her body anymore, she had to not mind. She placed her hands where he led them and started to unlace his breeches, her eyes on his the whole time as she pushed them off as far as she could. This was it. She was going to push Robb out of her and let herself be completely consumed by Warren, her husband. As it should be.

[percytemple]

White Ash | Caroline & Faye

[percytemple]

Somehow, the way Faye spoke, Caroline could almost picture it: the severity of the North, yes, but framed by wild flowers waving wistfully in the breeze.  And she could see a little Faye casting her eyes over the landscape, watching as flowers loomed from her tiny perspective like trees and made the world seem to come alive.  But then summer came.  There was that in her words that seemed to suggest not a difference, but an end.  Winter is coming, Caroline thought inanely.  Has winter come today for m’lady?

Caroline wasn’t blind to the way Faye’s words trailed off, her steely eyes seeming for a moment as to quaver before becoming more steely still.  It saddened Caroline to see that in her, a kind of strength that might have passed for weakness in other eyes - sad and lonely - but became her shield.  But Caroline, as ever, would not push it.

Carefully, Caroline selected a piece of toast - all of which she had already buttered for Faye’s benefit - and smiled softly.  ”Pumpkin soup,” she repeated, a small reminder to herself.  It sounded comforting, warm and rich and heady.  ”Well, m’lady,” said Caroline, when asked, “I was thinking perhaps I would have something made for you.  If there’s one pleasant thing about today, it’s that it’s all about you.  If there’s anything you want, well, you’re queen for a day.”  She smiled brightly, blue eyes twinkling.  ”Would you fancy some of that, today?”

[fayesarryn]

Faye would love to see the spring again, even just once before she died. But with the long summer ending and the winds of the North growing colder than ever, she doubted she would see it. Winter was truly coming. It was knocking on their doors and soon it will barge into their lives and take them if they were not prepared. Perhaps it was smart to move South after all. She imagined Dorne then. The winter must have had no effect on them.

She looked back up at Caroline and took a piece of toast herself, taking a bite and nodding. "That would be great, Caroline, thank you." Queen for a day. Faye wanted to scoff. She never wanted to be anything all her life but be queen of Winterfell. Not queen of anything else. She remembered standing atop a rock with her makeshift stick-sword and blue flowers in her hair, Jon and Robb kneeling in front of her and bowing down to their queen. Then Damon would come to take over her kingdom and they would run from him. How she wished they could go back to being children. Careless and innocent.

"Have you seen him?" She suddenly asked her handmaiden, not really knowing why. "The Lord Arryn, I mean. I've met him once but it was a short meeting, though he seemed kind." She just needed someone to talk to. Someone who would listen to her as she spoke. Caroline seemed up for it. "I hope it's not only for appearances."

[theunworthyheir]

Lost in the Woods | Faye and Damon

[theunworthyheir]

“You’d rather I drown in the river?” raised an eyebrow and smirked, though the look in his eyes didn’t nearly reflect the smile on his lips. He let her take the skin without a fuss, he’d had enough to drink as it was. 

“Blame Snow for that. He’s the one that started throwing punches.” He rubbed his face, still sore from where Jon had hit him. He’d deserved it sure, but that didn’t make him any less bitter about the experience. In the hall in front of all his men. They would be whispering about that for weeks in the training yard. Hopefully they’d move out to Casterly Rock before then, that’d teach them a few lessons. 

[fayesarryn]

"I'd rather you didn't think of water at all. Crows aren't good swimmers, you know." It was hard to be mad at him for too long. He was still her brother, her Damon. The first person she looked up too--her hero. Nothing was going to change that, no matter how frustrated she got with him.

Faye raised a brow at him, a questioning look on her face. "And why did he start throwing punches? I know Jon. He won't hit someone without a good reason." Damon probably started calling him Lord Snow again. He hated that. It was probably the one thing he truly hated. But she would talk to Jon later. Right now she wanted to talk to her brother. She had missed him though she would not admit it out loud.

[fayesarryn]

the crow and the eagle | faye & warren | the wedding

[warrenarryn]

Warren watched her quietly as she began to undo the flowers and braids in her hair. She was beautiful, and seemed to grow more beautiful every second he stared at her. She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips and it felt soft and scared. He didn’t want her to be scared but he didn’t know how to change her mind. Warren stopped her for a moment and brought his hands up to cup her face and began pressing soft kisses on her face before kissing her more passionately on the lips. He wanted her to feel happy about this. He was going to take care of her and maybe it was an arranged marriage but it was going to be a strong one.

He paused again and began unlacing his top and slid out of the layers of clothing he was wearing before bringing her hands up to his bare chest. “I could love you,” he finally said to her, very quietly. “You will be loved, my lady. By my people, and especially by me.”

[fayesarryn]

Faye grew more nervous when he pulled away from her kiss. Has he sensed the lie there? The dishonesty in it? But before she can react, his hands were on her face and so were his lips, kissing her all over. It made her feel like a child, but in a good way. She kept silent, watching him as he took of his clothes, suddenly nervous again. She's only seen one naked man in her life and she was purely intoxicated then.

She was confused first when he put her hands on his chest, but melted with his words. He could love me. He said it now himself. And she could love him too, truly? She would not be bound to Robb forever, right? Faye nodded. "Of couse, my lord, and thank you. I know others have not been so lucky, but I consider myself such." She wanted to love him, she did. It would make things easier for the both of them if they loved each other. But she still can't shake off the feeling of her betraying Robb. But he was married now. Katherine was warming his bed and soon they'll have children. There was no happiness there. But here, she can almost feel it.

[fayesarryn]

goodbye my almost lover | faye&robb

[robbystark-deactivated20130905]

Robb shook his head, “You’d had a whole bottle of wine - at least - and you were clearly upset. I should have let you alone. But I couldn’t help it, and even now - when I should be walking away - something in me is so drawn to you…” He looked down at Grey Wind, expression hopeless. “It is so present in me that he feels it too.” Robb wished he had as much skill here as he did on the battlefield; he knew how to win against men, but was a fumbling child when it came to the notions of love and communication.

“Perhaps they follow me because they remember my Father,” Robb said, shrugging one shoulder. “And perhaps because I still believe in him. That gives me strength. Their respect and loyalty means everything to me, but didn’t I betray it, somehow? By risking our alliance with the Freys?” He scowled. “I don’t know if one can call that a great King’s actions. Maybe I can still be a good King. But I was not a good man, where it concerned your honor.”

His stomach was all in knots, and he felt tight as a drum when she stepped forward, holding himself impossibly still. “Alright then.” Robb said stiffly. He knew she was right, but it hurt to hear it, to agree to it. “We shall forget it ever happened. If Warren Arryn is a good man, I am happy for you. And Katherine will make a fine Queen.”

[fayesarryn]

Faye had to close her eyes for a moment to calm herself. Did he think she didn't feel drawn to him? That she didn't want to just run up to him and fall into his arms again? "Robb," she said softly. She didn't know what to say after that. She didn't know if she trusted herself to speak again.

It was done. They were done. She was afraid that they weren't even friends anymore, which was just right, right? She can't possibly be friends with the man who stripped her of her worth. But if felt nothing like that. She loved him. And everyday she craved for him. But she couldn't anymore. She had to live with the fact that they were other's halves. She was an Arryn now. And he had a wife and possibly soon a child. She, too, although she prayed she didn't. Faye didn't want to bring a child into this world of wars and blood and emptiness.

"Right," she sighed. "I should get back to my husband then." Faye said, walking past him, the wood of her arrows marking her skin as her fist tightened around them even more.

[percytemple]

White Ash | Caroline & Faye

[percytemple]

Caroline couldn’t help but look at the flowers with renewed interest and think with some curiosity what it must be to be Faye.  My septa.  Caroline glanced towards the other woman, whose life must have been so unspeakably different from her own.  Caroline had seen a few passing septons, growing up, and they would stop by and teach and heal, but that was the extent of it.  She’d learnt what little she knew of the Seven from these travelers but she hadn’t learnt much at all.  

“Boreal must have been quite lovely in the spring, crowned with flowers,” she mused, aloud, before wondering if perhaps talk of her home would do more harm than good.

She was surprised by the offer, to be sure, but she realized quickly that she ought not to have been.  These Northerners are kind, even to the likes of me.  And, besides, Faye might not wish to be alone with her thoughts.  Caroline couldn’t blame her.  ”I should like that very much, m’lady,” she said, sinking into the seat opposite Faye.  ”Tell me, do you have a favorite meal?”  

She meant to see to it that she had it before the day was through.  Little pleasures, she found, were the most helpful in these circumstances.  What she wanted to ask was if Lord Arryn were kind, if he cared for her, if she could expect future happiness, but she dare not.

[fayesarryn]

"I was born in the spring. My first memories were of those blue flowers." And of her wet nurse singing her songs, and not really seeing her father, and Damon trying to carry her but failing. Septa was so angry with him for picking her up. But she saved these memories for herself. They weren't important. At least not for anyone other than her. "But the summer came fast after that."

There was something about Caroline that made Faye like her. She was so different from her. Blonde and shiny and bright. Not stupid either and talkative. She liked that the girl can cancel out the silent in her tent sometimes. Plus, she liked her stories. "Then please. Eat." She smiled. "A favorite meal?" She never really thought of it. Faye wasn't very particular with food. She ate anything that was served to her. But there was one thing that reminded her of home. "They used to serve me pumpkin soup with honeyed chicken and potatoes whenever..." whenever her father yelled at her. One time, when he slapped her across the face. "That's my favorite meal. Why?"