Frozen Heart

ASoIaF & GoT OC, Semi-Selective

[vaedxr-blog]

@fiona-frost

“Priests?’’ She chuckled. ‘’You don’t look like a fucking priest to me.”

Her disdain for the foreign man was clear, he looked ridicilous in her eyes, what with his flamboyant appearance and hair. Fiona wondered if he was a fighter, or a bed slave. She crossed her arms.

“You look like some Essosi whore.”

He was right about one thing -this land was indeed a shithole. If it hadn’t been, killers like her wouldn’t be allowed to roam freely and murder people. She didn’t see the need, nor the use of telling her name to the Essosi stranger.

“I don’t see the point of introducing myself to some foreign stranger. Unless you want me to introduce myself with my blade…”

I’m not even from Essos. He honestly doesn’t know why he has to deal with this sort of thing, just when he was trying to be alone, but he is not at all up for tolerating this. Especially after that whore comment. “And you look like a know-nothing Westerosi bitch with a loose tongue. How long do you plan on spitting out whatever comes to mind?”

Whoever– no, whatever the fuck she was, Bloodsong wanted nothing to do with her. “I have no time for irrelevant strangers. Leave.” Were he up for an unnecessary fight, he would’ve actually brought his spear with him. Next time he wouldn’t let himself be caught flat-footeda dangerous thought, you’ve started acting as though you could be safe. The fighter watched her closely, not wanting to turn his back on someone so obviously untrustworthy.

[fiona-frost]

''Loose tongue? Then let me speak with my knife, see how you like that.''

Spite was the only word that could characterize the words coming out of her mouth, spite and malice, combined with frightening serenity. When the other called her a stranger, a chuckle escaped from her lips. How ironic, that Essosi fuck was in the land of her birth, yet he called her a stranger.

''You're the fucking stranger. You Essosi have no place here.''

Fiona removed her dagger and clutched with her right hand. The assassin’s green eyes met with his black ones, eyes full of scorn for the foreign man.

''I wonder if men from Essos bleed the same as Westerosi...''

Left hand holding the other dagger, she approached him with slow steps, while slyly smirking.

''Guess there's only one way to find out.''

[terrarosas-blog]

CONTINUED — @fiona-frost​

The assassin’s grip on the other’s hand tightened even more. Cold eyes met with the Whitehill whore’s gaze. She sensed the fear in the young woman’s voice. Fiona’s subtly clutched Anguish -one of her daggers, so that lady Whitehill could see it.

“Make another sound or try resisting, and you’re dead.”

Her tone was calm and threatening.

“Now play along and come with me, lady Whitehill, ‘cause we’re going to a place where no one will hear your screams.’’

Oh, how she would enjoy torturing Torrhen’s whore, how she would enjoy pulling screams of anguishout of her, Fiona thought.

‘’I’m sure lord Torrhen will pay much coin to secure his darling wife’s release.’‘

Fiona wanted to toy with her a bit, to plant ideas of doubt in the woman’s mind, to make her despairand fear for her pitiful life.

‘’Or maybe he won’t. He can always find another highborn whore to fuck. But don’t worry, because even if he won’t, I’ll still return you back to him.”

A smug smirk appeared on the assassin’s face.

“In pieces.”

Movements stilled, mouth clamped shut — teeth biting down on tongue so hard it almost drew blood. The woman spoke calmly though it was not in kindness. Words dripped with threat — a threat of death, a threat of things even worse. Green eyes glanced down to the woman’s other hand where a dagger was held The sharp edge of the blade further chilled her blood, caused breath to stop and catch in her throat.

She could not fight back. Did not know how. And even if she tried this woman would have no issue killing her right here. It was obvious she wished to have her taken hostage, to torture. Because of who she married, Greta had become a pawn in a game much larger than herself.

“Alright…” Voice was submissive, head tilted downward so she could no longer see the woman’s face nor the blade. “I will.”

She did not want the woman to see her face either. Eyes wet with tears. The awful things she said — Greta could not help but worry them in her mind. He can always find another highborn W H O R E to fuck. Spit with malice, it’d shaken her, stole the breath from her worse than the dagger had.

A vision then, of her body, ripped into chunks and pieces — no longer recognizable. Torrhen’s face. His expression a blur. She wanted so badly to believe he cared, but this woman’s words had affected her — discovered the doubts that’d already lingered deep inside and violently yanked them out.

“What are you going to do to me?”

[morethanjustwords-archive]

Trouble & danger had their own smells, same as death, or suffering, or untrustworthy people. All these things reeked, subtly if you have not been familiar with them for too long, but an aware one sensed them beforehand, getting ready to fight - or run. He had had to do both, and either could be an option.

Harys wasn’t sure how he even ended up like that - on a hunt with the Degore, probably closer to Highpoint than it was good for him. He’s only been hunting with Owyn lately, usually earning a raise of Edie’s eyebrows; she must’ve thought the only way to wean him from that habit would be to offer something different. A sweet gesture ( with her usual constant retorts adding sourness to it ), but he could not just abandon hunts with Owyn once & for all - they were more of a way to cling to some snippets of the past than anything.

Caught in these thoughts, he only noticed the pair when already able to hear echo of women’s voices.

Greta’s was the first to reach his ears; yet she did not sound like herself, from what he could make out - not whole words, but trembling, intimidated notes. The stranger next to her - she was what made the scent of danger hit his nostrils, even before noticing the way she gripped lady Whitehill’s hand.

He could not know what was going on, neither he needed it to tell something was wrong, and that he needed to intervene; the knowledge alone almost made him start walking towards the pair; yet, right there with him was someone else, whom it wouldn’t be wise to leave behind. Not making a sound - in case the stranger would act up if startled - Harys reached out to tap Edie’s shoulder, attracting her attention, and then quickly & silently nodded in the others’ direction, pointing out the situation to her. 

[serpentii]

the night was a COMFORT; the inkiness, the quiet, and the forest’s gentle whispers from its wildlife. chatter of nocturnal beasts and underfoot tread of the lingering presence of her doggish shadow. it felt disturbed this night, however; a threat perceived within the way the air felt, a sense of disquiet rolled up her spine — it put her on edge. it sparked memories of old, tore at her mind. it felt too familiar, she knew it from somewhere, from before. harys was a rather sullen, perfect teasing, companion. 

his sourness was a source of JOY when her quips got to him. though, she had been rather subdued since that feeling had begun to form in the fore of head. her shadow seemed to feel it as well, noticed her discomfort. fingers adjusted upon the twine of the rabbits they had snared, her ceaseless smile was faint, virid eyes colored with wariness. the violent words that drifted through the air and the pertrified voice. it took little for her to recognize the one who found herself in danger — GRETA.

the source was quickly pinpointed. the shadows of the forest her shield as the scene before her unfolded. EVERYTHING about it made her skin crawl, a fire burned in the pit of her stomach. where was greta’s guards ? did torrhen know she was alone as she made this journey ? the tap on her shoulder jolted her, head snapped aside to look at harys. for once in her miserable life, she wasn’t smiling. the way the other woman handled greta, the way her friend struggled — it was clear that it was danger she was in. when is she not ?

❛ go around, flank them from behind. ❜ her voice was merciless, empty — her command echoed in a whisper.

in a flash, edie smiled again and slung the rabbits over her shoulder, gone before harys could stop her. it wasn’t hard to play pretend. she had been the pretender her whole life. scourge fell into step beside her, footfalls never made a sound as she headed forward. it was when she drew close that she paused, a faint gasp rolled past her lips in expert fashion. 

❛ ah, lover’s dispute ? ❜ an amused note to her words, eyes solely upon the woman who held the blade. care in her every movement to hide her knowledge of knowing greta. ❛ or simply fighting over the same drunken fool ? ❜

@fiona-frost 

[fiona-frost]

The anguish on the Whitehill whore's face as she heard Fiona's words gave her immense satisfaction and caused the assassin's face to fill with sheer smugness, even more so when the other asked about what was to be done with her.

''What am I going to do you? Oh, so many things -cut off some bits, remove some others, that sort of thing.''

Fiona was startled when the other woman -who seemed to be some kind of huntress- came out of the woods and set her eyes on the assassin, while uttering some words, seemingly amused. She had expected to hear her footsteps, but the poacher had certainly been sneaky. Her instict told her the woman was more than just some huntress, but maybe the assassin was just paranoid.

Either way, she didn't want that woman meddling with her matters. She thought she could fool the huntress, and if that didn't work she could always silence her.

''None of that, just escorting the lady through these forests, and having my knife at the ready.''

Her words were chosen carefully, trying not to break her facade, while still holding the Whitehill so she couldn't escape.

''It's not safe around here, what with all those murderers and bandits all over the place.''

[the-cerwyn]

How was it watching your precious family die, and being able to do nothing about it? Or, maybe you just didn't have the balls to do anything about it. (hope this is okay)

“You’re attempt to get me to lash out or break down is more pathetic than the current state of your house”.

[fiona-frost]

She certainly didn’t succeed in getting under the Cerwyn boy’s skin, he was smarter than she had thought. The Cerwyn’s counter insult didn’t affect her at all, her house was something she had put in the past.

“At least my house doesn’t bow to the likes of Ramsay Snow, or to the men who killed my family for that matter.”

Fiona had murdered the men who killed her family, she didn’t swear fealty to them like he did.

“I’ve got more balls than you and your men combined, boy.”

The idea that the bastard of Bolton skinned the Cerwyn family alive, while the rest of the house just watched and did absolutely nothing amused her. From her pespective, House Cerwyn was in a much worse state than her house. They were all a bunch of cowards.

Fiona’s cold eyes met with the Cerwyn’s.

“Wish I had been there to see it in all it’s glory, to see you cowardly twats just stand there, shivering in fear as Ramsay did his…art.”

[the-cerwyn]

Cley didn’t give the woman the satisfaction of an over the top reaction, she did not deserve one. If it was one thing that arse Torrhen had taught him when he met him, was don’t show your hand immediately, and he intended to hold it as long as he could, until the time was right.

“My father was lord of the house, if he wanted us to save them, he would of said something. Though, some of us didn’t wait, got new scars to prove our effort”. Cley’s reply was a neutral one, sounded like gravel, not giving too much away.

Then she crossed the line, oh how she she barley tripped over it. The old him would of lashed out, maybe pull out his crossbow. No… words would do her some good. These words. The ones of a forced, Bolton bannerman. His dulled brown eyes meet her cold ones, his tone reminiscent:

“You know what’s the best part? After watching it for a couple hours, you learn. You gain experience from the action. And then, if your curious enough… You go out to try it yourself, to become adept with the art. 

You best heed that, less you become a masterpiece”. 

[fiona-frost]

Fiona laughed at the Cerwyn's threats. One too many men had threatened her with promises of pain, it would take more for her to be impressed. This was a tactic she was familiar with -maybe too familiar, as she quite often used it on others herself. Thing was, she could back up her threats. Being a Bolton bannerman, there was a chance the boy could be familiar with the art of flaying, but he most likely wasn't.

''Am I supposed to be scared by your hollow threats, boy? You're pathetic. Men twice your size have threatened me before. Murderers, killers. Do you know what happened to them?’’

She titled her head to the side a bit, and her next words were laced with even stronger venom than before.

''They're dead. Every one of them. And don't think I gave them quick deaths. No, I made them suffer, I pulled sweet screams out of them, I made them beg me for their death, before allowing them to die.''

Slowly stepping towards the boy, she had her hand at the ready to unsheath her dagger in case the Cerwyn tried to attack her.

''When you threaten someone, make you sure you can back up your threats.’’

''Because I certainly can. Not so sure about you...''

[vaedxr-blog]

“Let me guess, Mommy and Daddy didn’t love you?”

I was raised by priests. 

So there were already strikes against her, though Bloodsong was more confused than angry. Having spent most of his life in either churches or fighting pits or on boats, he felt he’d pretty much found far more important things to worry about than parental love. As if that was even relevant at this point. “Do people not know how to introduce themselves in this shithole of a land?”

He should’ve never let Asher drag him out of Essos.

[fiona-frost]

''Priests?’’ She chuckled. ‘’You don't look like a fucking priest to me.''

Her disdain for the foreign man was clear, he looked ridicilous in her eyes, what with his flamboyant appearance and hair. Fiona wondered if he was a fighter, or a bed slave. She crossed her arms.

''You look like some Essosi whore.''

He was right about one thing -this land was indeed a shithole. If it hadn't been, killers like her wouldn't be allowed to roam freely and murder people. She didn't see the need, nor the use of telling her name to the Essosi stranger.

''I don't see the point of introducing myself to some foreign stranger. Unless you want me to introduce myself with my blade...''

[the-cerwyn]

How was it watching your precious family die, and being able to do nothing about it? Or, maybe you just didn't have the balls to do anything about it. (hope this is okay)

“You’re attempt to get me to lash out or break down is more pathetic than the current state of your house”.

[fiona-frost]

She certainly didn’t succeed in getting under the Cerwyn boy’s skin, he was smarter than she had thought. The Cerwyn’s counter insult didn’t affect her at all, her house was something she had put in the past.

''At least my house doesn't bow to the likes of Ramsay Snow, or to the men who killed my family for that matter.''

Fiona had murdered the men who killed her family, she didn’t swear fealty to them like he did.

''I've got more balls than you and your men combined, boy.''

The idea that the bastard of Bolton skinned the Cerwyn family alive, while the rest of the house just watched and did absolutely nothing amused her. From her pespective, House Cerwyn was in a much worse state than her house. They were all a bunch of cowards.

Fiona’s cold eyes met with the Cerwyn’s.

''Wish I had been there to see it in all it's glory, to see you cowardly twats just stand there, shivering in fear as Ramsay did his...art.''

[rpmememaker]

Honestly, don't be afraid to just show up in my inbox at random

[heydumbcss-moved-deactivated202]

I may not be the kind of RPer that does all my drafts everyday, but I do often check my inbox/messages.

So if your muse misses mine, don’t be afraid to show up with a random text message or mini-para or sentence or question or whatever. I promise I won’t get mad at you.

This also goes for anyone who wants to interact with my muse. Just throw something random in my inbox. Even if I don’t answer it for some reason, I’ll probably message you back.

[fiona-frost]

“Self-defense? Please. You didn’t kill them because you had to. You killed them because it was easy for you. Because it was fun for you. Do you think it was fun when I found out…? Do you think it’s fun when people’s family members never come home? Is that fun? No.“

Fiona’s clothes were full of blood and she was surrounded by a decent amount of corpses, when the little girl came and started spitting such bold words.Other children would’ve run only at the sight of her covered in blood, yet the foolish girl still stood there, too brave for her own good. Fiona had killed those men in cold-blood, purely for her enjoyment. Without a pinch of remorse. Amused, Fiona started clapping her hands sarcastically, with a malicious smile on her lips.

“Bravo, you figured it out.”

Having stopped the clapping, Fiona started slowly approaching the girl.

“Are you out here all by yourself, little girl?”

Her feet stopped as she glanced at the girl’s face. So young, and so foolish.

“You know what I think would you be fun? If you never came home.”

Words spat like venom came out of the assassin’s mouth, as she was toying with the little girl’s mind.

“Oh, your parents would be so worried, and no one would be able to find you. Well, maybe they’d find your corpse.”

Her left hand grabbed the dagger that was stuck in one of the corpses’ heads and pulled it out, a little amount of blood gushing out from the wound. Fiona trailed the dagger’s flat edge with her index finger, then licked the blood off said finger.

“But no one would recognize it after what I’d do to you. So, I suggest you run home, little girl. Before I decide I won’t let you.”

[ofhotheads-blog]

UNDERTALE starters

“…But nobody came.”

“I… I’ve changed my mind about all this. This isn’t a good idea anymore.”

“YOU! You’re standing in the way of everybody’s hopes and dreams!”

“I don’t want to break their hearts all over again. It’s better if they never see me.”    

“Despite everything, it’s still you.”

“Ah, the cactus. Truly the most tsundere of plants.”

“Go ahead. Prepare however you want. But when you step forward… I will KILL you.”

“It’s me, [name].”

“Wow! We haven’t even had our first date and I’m in the friendzone!”

“It pains me to say this, but… you should probably never come back here.”

“Maybe looking at this nice lamp will help you.”

“There is nothing left for us here. Let us erase this pointless world, and move on to the next.”

“They thought that he had killed the child.”

“Quit looking at me with that stupid expression. You’re pissing me off.”

“We’re all counting on you, kid. Good luck.”

“Nice day today, huh? Birds are singing, flowers are blooming… Perfect weather for a game of catch.”

“You can certainly find better than an old man/woman like me.” 

“I do not know if this is pathetic or endearing.”

“Oh. My god. I didn’t expect you to show up so soon! I haven’t showered, I’m barely dressed, it’s all messy, and…”

“You’re way better at dating than I am.”

“Get dunked on!”

“This is the power that the humans feared.”

“They must be here, playing a joke on me. I’ll just wait until one of them admits it…”

“…You really like hot animals, don’t you?”

“It was nice to meet you. …Goodbye.”

“On days like this, kids like you should be burning in Hell.”

“Remember. DON’T kill anyone. …I can’t believe this is a REAL thing I have to remind you.”

“…Why are you still here? Are you trying to keep me company?”

“You should be smiling, too. Aren’t you excited? Aren’t you happy?” 

“Don’t worry, my little monarch, my plan isn’t regicide. This is SO much more interesting.”

“What makes you think you’re in control?”

“Never come back here. You are not welcome.”

“Why does someone as great as me have to do so much to get recognition?!”

“You made your choice long ago.”

“Don’t you realize that being nice just makes you get hurt?”

“So you finally made it. The end of your journey is at hand.”

“I didn’t cry! I just… caught something in my eye!”

“You know what would be more valuable to everyone? IF YOU WERE DEAD!”

“Look. [Name] didn’t come to the meeting today. Say what you want about him/her/them. H/She’s/They’re weird, naive, self-absorbed. But [name] has NEVER missed a meeting. And no matter what time you call him/her/them on the phone… Night, day, afternoon, morning… He/she/they ALWAYS answers within the first two rings.”

“Anything you want to do is important enough. Even something as small as reading a book, or taking a walk… Please take your time.“

“[Name] hated humanity. Why they did, they never talked about it. But they felt very strongly about that.”

“WELL? Are you CHERISHING?! CHERISH HARDER!”

“If you… If you think I’m gonna give up hope, you’re wrong. ‘Cause I’ve got my friends behind me.”

“Perhaps we can reach a compromise. You still have something that I want.”

“Always wondered why people never use their strongest attack first.”

“No matter the struggles or hardships you faced… you strived to do the right thing. You refused to hurt anyone.”

“This is why I never make promises.”

“ …Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand… “

“Honestly, fighting you IS pretty fun… So even if you ARE a sicko, I’ll take it!”

“Maybe you’d be better… at not killing anyone? Crazy idea, huh? Let me know how that one goes.” 

“Did I ever tell you about the time [name] flirted with me?”

“STOP PETTING THE ENEMY!”

“Now, I understand acting in self-defense. You were thrown into those situations against your will.”

“You’d better watch yourself, kid. Things are lookin’ real bad for you.”

“Are you ready? If you are not, I understand. I’m not ready either…”

“Oh my God! Will you two just smooch already?”

“Don’t you get it? There’s no such thing as happy endings. This is all that’s left…!”

“The internet! I’m quite popular there!”

“Do you think even the worst person can change…? That everyone can be a good person if they just try?”

“Don’t worry about it. Most of us have tried to kill [name] at one time or another.”

“Wowie! You did it! You didn’t do a violence!”

“Not everything can be resolved by being nice.”

“Don’t kill, and don’t be killed, alright? That’s the best you can strive for.” 

“Oh no! You’re meeting all of my standards!”

“Anime is real, RIGHT?!”

“Maybe you’re wondering if I ever get tired of winning… Wanna see my answer?”

“Sorry, I do not have much to say. It was nice to hear your voice, though.”

“This is all just a bad dream… and you’re NEVER waking up!”

“Down here, it’s kill or be killed!”

“I can’t come back. I just can’t, OK?”

“I so badly want to say, ‘would you like a cup of tea?’ But… You know how it is.”

“Would you smooch a ghost?”

“The truth is… [Name] wasn’t really the greatest person.” 

“Well, if I were you, I would have thrown in the towel by now. But you didn’t get this far by giving up, did you?” 

“You’re not really human, are you? No. You’re empty inside. Just like me.”

“Are you bored? I should have given a book to you. My apologies. Why not use your imagination to divert yourself?”

“I’ll hold victory in front of you, just within your reach… and then tear it away just before you grasp it.”

“Come on! Step forward and let’s end this!”

“Don’t you get it? This is all just a GAME.”

“Are those two robots…?”

“If you have some sort of special power… isn’t it your responsibility to do the right thing?”

“Stop plaguing my life with incidental music!”

“Self-defense? Please. You didn’t kill them because you had to. You killed them because it was easy for you. Because it was fun for you. Do you think it was fun when I found out…? Do you think it’s fun when people’s family members never come home? Is that fun? No. “

“I wish I had eight legs… so I could wear FOUR pairs of hot pants!”

“The more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. The more you distance yourself, the less you will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others.”

“RUN. INTO. THE BULLETS.”

“I can’t go to Hell. I’m all out of vacation days.”

“They just sort of showed up one day and…asserted themselves. The town’s gotten a lot more interesting since then.”

“Our king is really bad at names.”

“If it weren’t for you, I would’ve never gotten past him. But now, with your help, he’s DEAD.”

“Then why’d you kill my brother/sister?”

“I’ve done everything this world has to offer. I’ve read every book. I’ve burned every book. I’ve won every game. I’ve lost every game. I’ve appeased everyone. I’ve killed everyone.”

“What did you do to him? …What did you DO to him?!”

“…I don’t have the heart to tell her what you did. Do you know how she’d react?”

“You didn’t even need my help, which is great, ‘cause I love doing absolutely nothing.”

“I’m smiling and I hate it!”

“Do you wanna have a bad time? ‘Cause if you take another step forward… you are REALLY not going to like what happens next.”

“If we’re really friends… you won’t come back.”

“Did you really think I was gonna be satisfied… killing you only ONE time?”

“I remember when I first woke up here, in the garden. I was so scared. I couldn’t feel my arms or my legs…”

“Even after all this time, you’re still the only one that understands me.”

“Why do I always get the freaks?”

“It’s possible that you may have a problem.”

“What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth…”

“I’m nineteen years old and I’ve already wasted my entire life.”

“If you’re so scared, why do you keep winking?”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

[fiona-frost]

@morethanjustwords Fiona’s like ‘‘Back off or Greta dies’‘

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

Ask my muse increasingly personal questions. See how far you can push them.

[terrarosas-blog]

‘Three little words!’

Send me ‘Three little words!’ and I’ll generate a number for what my muse will say to yours || @fiona-frost

“Let me go!”

Voice quivered — as much as she tried to remain calm and assertive. The other had grabbed at her arm, startling her. Greta did not like being touched so harshly. Her first instinct was to flee, to run and hide, but the woman’s grip was too strong. Any move to pull away was in vain, so instead green eyes glared, feet kept firmly planted. Showing any sign of weakness would prove to be foolish on her part. 

[fiona-frost]

The assassin’s grip on the other’s hand tightened even more. Cold eyes met with the Whitehill whore’s gaze. She sensed the fear in the young woman’s voice. Fiona’s subtly clutched Anguish -one of her daggers, so that lady Whitehill could see it.

''Make another sound or try resisting, and you're dead.''

Her tone was calm and threatening.

''Now play along and come with me, lady Whitehill, 'cause we're going to a place where no one will hear your screams.’’

Oh, how she would enjoy torturing Torrhen’s whore, how she would enjoy pulling screams of anguish out of her, Fiona thought.

‘’I'm sure lord Torrhen will pay much coin to secure his darling wife's release.’‘

Fiona wanted to toy with her a bit, to plant ideas of doubt in the woman’s mind, to make her despair and fear for her pitiful life.

‘’Or maybe he won't. He can always find another highborn whore to fuck. But don't worry, because even if he won't, I'll still return you back to him.''

A smug smirk appeared on the assassin’s face.

''In pieces.''

[fiona-frost]

Have you ever killed a child?

Yes.

[musingxmemes]

Sᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ “Hᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ (...)”s. Tʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ‘ʏᴇs’ ᴏʀ ‘ɴᴏ’.

[morethanjustwords-archive]

The man was clearly unimpressed, but she didn’t much care. Fiona chose to answer his question, if only just to see his reaction.

“The most enjoyable kill is a slow and painful one. To see your victim’s life drain out of his eyes, as he gasps for a last breath he won’t ever have the chance to take - that is a good kill.”

He was wasting her precious time - one of the things she hated the most. Fiona doubted the man had the money to hire her, or it may just be that he didn’t intend to in the first place. But even if that was the case, she could still get some coin. From his corpse. Though before that, she could still play this game a little longer. Oh, how she liked toying with her victims, right before killing them.

“So, are you looking to hire me, or are you wasting my time for no reason? I don’t particularly like having my time wasted, especially by some simple soldier.”

Her words were full of venom, yet frighteningly calm. She leaned closer to the man, so she could see him face to face.

“The last man who wasted my time…well, let’s just say he met a very unfortunate end.”

He didn’t flinch as she moved closer, spitting venom-laced threats, and remained with cold unimpressed expression while her words clicked in his mind, causing a twinge of slight distaste to crawl in his side. She reminded him of all too many men he knew - those he had killed, those that were yet to die. Quite ironic, given his reasons for being here in the first place.

“Are you trying to tell me poor bastard couldn’t handle this show-off of yours and ended his own life before you were finished?” Harys’s tone was completely serious, eyebrows raised slightly as if he was waiting for an actual answer. “An unfortunate end indeed, but I’ve seen men die in worse ways.”

He put elbows on the table surface and locked his hands, moving closer to her as well.

“As an example - you know what happened to that one guy I knew, who took as much pleasure in killing as you do? He ate my sword. Literally - swallowed the blade whole and choked on the hilt.” Shrugging, Harys reached for the jug of ale & poured it into the woman’s tankard before taking it & making several sips. “He got more lucky than some of those he killed, yet, by the look on his face, he didn’t exactly consider himself fortunate.”

Leaning back, Snow sighed quietly, expressing obvious boredom. “I’m looking for a man who could fulfill a serious task - and do a good job of it. Draw no attention, leave no tracks, not drag a bunch of pursuers back to me on his tail. What I don’t need is someone bragging about their kills to strangers on every corner. So,” He tilted head to the side a bit. “I’m starting to doubt you’re the one I’m looking for.”

[fiona-frost]

She listened to his pitiful attempt at making a joke, while stroking a strand of her hair. Fiona responded in a sarcastic tone: ''If you're trying to be funny, let me tell, you're not.''

Fiona watched as man moved closer to her and put his elbows on the table. The soldier's description of a ''painful'' death amused her, letting out a small chuckle. His attempt at being scary did not impress her at all. She had seen men die in much, much worse ways, hell, she had killed men in worse ways. The woman titlted her head to the left side a bit and let out a smirk as the big man poured and drank from her tankard. ''Ate your sword? That's cute. Do you know what I did to that annoying knight who bore me?''

She recounted that one kill, the satisfaction of seeing her victim completely helpless and in utter despair.

''I spilled his guts. The expression as he saw his intestines on the ground was priceless. He tried to pull them back in but, heh, to no avail. And you don't know the best part: he wanted to scream, to beg for a painless death, but he couldn't. You know why? He no longer had a tongue.''

As the bearded man leaned back, she did too, discreetily unsheating her other knife -Anguish-, behind her back. Fiona heard the man's demands, she could easily murder a target undetected, though most of her jobs required quite some pain -not that she didn't enjoy it. Most of her clients had something personal with the men they sent her to kill. ''If you're looking for a man who can fulfill this task of yours, then why have you come to a woman?''

The next phrase she said was in a serious tone, at least more serious than previously.

''I can be stealthy if the situation demands it. It's just that most of my clients want the targets to suffer.''

Fiona focused her gaze on the man.

''But I doubt a simple soldier like you has the coin to pay me.''

[defenderofthegrove]

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[Send me 🔪 for my muse’s reaction to yours shoving them against a wall and pressing a knife to their throat.]

       Letting out a small grunt as his back came into contact with the brick wall, Gared’s hands moved up to the woman’s shoulders, his actions coming to an abrupt stop upon realization that a knife had been pressed to his throat. ❝ What– what the fuck? ❞

Taking in a small breath, the young man reminded himself to not do anything foolish. The wrong word in such a situation could lead to terrible consequences. ❝ What do you want? ❞ There wasn’t much else to be said, and the boy wasn’t about to beg for life life– not until the whole situation was made clear.  

[fiona-frost]

By the look of him, Fiona could see the peasant boy was a servant to House Forrester. She let a slight smirk form on her lips upon realizing she had found what she was after.

''What do I want? It's what my client wants that matters.’’

She looked the harmless young man in the eyes with a completely serious expression.

''Tell me Ironrath's defenses, I want to know how many men are there, how many are able to fight, any secret entrances - you get the idea.''

Pressing Anguish -her dagger’s name- into his tender throat a little more, she leaned her head closer to him as well.

''Oh, and if you don't, I'll just slit your throat and find another Forrester mook to question.''

A malicious smile formed on her lips.

''Nah, I probably won't just slit your throat. I have something more...painful in mind.''

Fiona wanted to strike fear into the peasant boy’s heart, so he could talk more easily. That is, if he valued his pitiful life, even though had no intention of letting him live, even if he talked. It would be reckless.

''And don't think about lying to me, 'cause if you do, you are not going to like the consequences.''

She pressed the dagger to his throat even more.

''So, if you would be so kind, I suggest you start talking.''

[fiona-frost]

Sorry for the long period of inactivity, just having exams. Will get back to answering threads these days.

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Fiona unsheated Misery -one of her daggers- and started trailing its edge with her fingers, before turning her attention to the big man and leaving the dagger on the table. He had the look of a killer, much like her. But she didn’t fail to notice the sigil on his armor. The man was now just another soldier in her eyes, serving some noble house.

‘‘I do kill people for coin, but coin isn’t my only motive.‘‘

She looked him in the eyes as she took his tankard and drank what was left, before throwing the cup aside.

‘‘It’s not a good kill if you don’t enjoy it.‘‘

Harys watched patiently as the woman played with her knife and slightly raised eyebrows, politely expressing mild surprise as she finished his drink. Damn, that was the bluntest way of telling him that something needed to be done about his drinking habits the universe had ever used. Other than that?..

So far, she left him remarkably unimpressed.

“So what does ‘a good kill’ mean for you?” There was some sort of interest behind the question; or maybe he just didn’t want to give up that easily & admit that he had dragged his ass here for nothing. Show-off & strong words - that was all she had offered him so far, and he needed so much more than that.

“What kind of kill do you enjoy?”

[fiona-frost]

The man was clearly unimpressed, but she didn't much care. Fiona chose to answer his question, if only just to see his reaction.

''The most enjoyable kill is a slow and painful one. To see your victim's life drain out of his eyes, as he gasps for a last breath he won't ever have the chance to take - that is a good kill.''

He was wasting her precious time - one of the things she hated the most. Fiona doubted the man had the money to hire her, or it may just be that he didn't intend to in the first place. But even if that was the case, she could still get some coin. From his corpse. Though before that, she could still play this game a little longer. Oh, how she liked toying with her victims, right before killing them.

''So, are you looking to hire me, or are you wasting my time for no reason? I don't particularly like having my time wasted, especially by some simple soldier.''

Her words were full of venom, yet frighteningly calm. She leaned closer to the man, so she could see him face to face.

''The last man who wasted my time...well, let's just say he met a very unfortunate end.''