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who is your favourite child? I just need to hear it again.
Balon proudly walked over to his daughter, his hands cupping her face in their rough grip as he looked down at her, and with pride in his voice he let everyone in the hall hear it. “ You will always be my favorite. Well - you and Maron tie for it now that my SON IS BACK! ” Balon pulled from his daughter and threw his cup of ale down the hall towards the door as he roared with laughter. “My heir is home! “
SAY SOME GANGSTA DISSIN’ ON YOUR SHITTY ISLANDS, YOU JUST GIVE EM ONE OF THESE
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the reason for my faceclaim you ask? I blame @ircnsmile
Peace. Land. Victory. I’ll give you Sea Dragon Point and the Stony Shore, black earth and tall trees and stones enough for every younger son to build a hall. We’ll have the Northmen too … as friends, to stand with us against the Iron Throne. Your choice is simple. Crown me, for peace and victory. Or crown my uncle, for more war and more defeat. What will you have, ironmen?
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❛ i know when to indulge my pride, and when i must swallow it. ❜
“ Oh, well - that isn’t the Ironborn way. “ Balon laughed as his fingers danced around the hilt of his Seax. “ But perhaps - you can learn that the hard way!” Oh, here how the Iron King longed to prove he was a warrior still, and not the fool who had bowed to Robert Baratheon.
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A SNARL, raw and animal like tears past his throat. Sea blue hues wild as they are finally open to the world again. A voice advices him not to move too much, for he’s wounded and suddenly there are hands reaching down, foolishly trying to restrain him. « Get the fuck away from me. » he’s vicious on a good day. Now? He could easily break this man’s face with his fists. The gravel in his voice must be enough of a threat, since the man tending to his wounds steps back. The battle.. he has to go back.. but then he remembers, through the cloudy haze of pain the realization downs on him : man falling all around him, struck down, into the cold arms of the sea. Battle’s lost. Seagard’s lost. He — Balon’s heir — has lost. He has failed. A groan escapes his lips as he tries to get up and his fucking knees buckle, threatening to send him crashing into hard stone —— Rodrik grips the edge of a table just in time to keep himself up, ignoring the way his arm is shaking. He is not going to face his father laying in bed, like a weakling. He feels enough shame and disgust — for himself alone — as it is. He would have rather died in battle then admitting defeat. And now his father is standing before him, tears in his eyes —— he does not deserve them, does not deserve such concern, and surely Balon will feel the same way, as soon as he hears what happened. « We lost —— I lost. » the words are spat out like they are made of venemous poison clogging his mouth.
Balon cared not for Seaguard, what he cared for most was before him acting as if this defeat was the breaking point in anything. The others would back away - yet instead the King moved quickly to grasp his eldest son tightly in his course hands. Rodrik had outgrown him long ago, yet the King could still try and take his son into his arms. It was far from weakness - no, it was care that only a father could have for his eldest child. Balon felt pain deep in his heart at seeing the son he had spent so long trying to mold into an heir in a state of animalistic rage like this. Perhaps he had allowed him to spend too much time around Victarion. “Rodrik - “ Balon began, his hands shaking the boy who had become a man, Balon’s voice was rough - almost like a rusted dagger dragging through the sand with how he tried to contain his emotions. “ Listen to me boy! “ The King roared out at him. “ You survived! You beat the Storm God by living dammit! ” He turned his head to one of his guardsmen. “ Go and fetch me the Harlaw boy - he can talk some sense into my son. “ Balon turned his gaze back to his son. “ Lay back down, Harras will come and see you. Do you understand me? ”
@ircnsmile cont.
“ Oh? “ The Reaver spat out towards the boy that dared lie in the face of he who had built up everything on lies. Balon got close into the blue eyes that dared mock him - his hands raised to take the face of his son into their course grip. Gods how Maron reminded him of Euron at his age. Even in the face of the truth he in the face of his own father he would dare lie. “ You are a fool if you truly think you can beat Rodrik at the game that Victarion taught him! Have I taught you nothing?! ” Balon spat as he pulled from his son so that he could shuffle around the room in fury.
“ If you spent less time trying to be a better fighter and used that intellect your sibling lacks, you might understand that your key to victory lies not in beating your opponent into submission. Make Rodrik tire himself and then press your advantage! Fight with your mind, not your heart! ” Balon allowed his tone only to soften now. “ Maron, you have to be to him what Euron is to me - he’s going to need you by his side when I am gone. Aye, he is strong but he lacks the focus that you do. Don’t you understand that? ”
( * THE WITCHER 3 PROMPTS !
trigger warnings for murder / war.
❛ you always were an unruly child. i adored that about you. now fly. ❜
❛ don’t blame yourself. ❜
❛ you don’t know how it is. to see someone you love die. because of you, for you. ❜
❛ who taught you to fight like this? ❜
❛ hatred and prejudice will never be eradicated. ❜
❛ to have a scapegoat — that’s the key. ❜
❛ kings die, realms fall, but magic endures. ❜
❛ i missed those awkward compliments of yours. ❜
❛ it’s bound to come in handy. and, each time it does, you will think of me. ❜
❛ do anything stupid, and i’ll kill you, too. ❜
❛ kill me if you must. i’ve nothin’ to live for anyway. ❜
❛ whisper to the wolves. tell them to stay away. ❜
❛ i was attacked — had to defend myself. ❜
❛ once i was free… i shall be free once more. ❜
❛ come on, let me give you a taste of my life. ❜
❛ well… some causes require a sacrifice. ❜
❛ done my fair share of fighting. wouldn’t carry a sword if i didn’t know how to use it. ❜
❛ have you killed humans? ❜
❛ i want to see how you manage in a fight, if you can fight at all. ❜
❛ nothing wrong with having a drink in good company. ❜
❛ i merely know when to indulge my pride, and when i must swallow it. ❜
❛ we can fight another time, in another place. where the walls have no ears. ❜
❛ next time you wonder why i’m so bitter… well, there’s your answer. ❜
❛ suddenly, i’ve an immense desire to drink. ❜
❛ i trust you have an explanation for this. a very good one. ❜
❛ i’ve had nothing but nightmares lately, pretty horrible. ❜
❛ i was afraid you were dead. ❜
❛ they’ll know where we’ve gone, they’ll know how to find me! ❜
❛ if i’m to die today, i wish to look smashing for the occasion. ❜
❛ women only ever beautify themselves for their own satisfaction. ❜
❛ always believed attack was the best defense. ❜
❛ don’t treat me like a child. ❜
❛ i like it when you smile. come here. everything will be all right. ❜
❛ i won’t let them take you, you know that? ❜
❛ you gotta keep clear, stay out of trouble. ❜
❛ i cannot hide forever. i must face them! ❜
❛ you humans are so… impractical. ❜
❛ i’ll remember your teachings always. and the sacrifice you made. ❜
❛ we all knew what we were signing up for. ❜
❛ no. i will flee no more. ❜
❛ lying didn’t always come easily to you. ❜
❛ we’ve done the hardest part. only got the pleasant bits now. ❜
❛ you worry too much. what will be, will be. ❜
❛ you were born to greatness. ❜
❛ appearances can be deceiving. ❜
❛ you’re so charming when you try to be funny. ❜
❛ we may not survive this. in fact, our chances are slim. ❜
❛ we’ve come a long way, and i’ll be damned if we’ve come to fail. ❜
❛ i admire your optimism. wish i shared it. ❜
❛ i wish to leave, go far away. and i’d like you to come with me. ❜
❛ you know me. nothing i like more than breaking rules. ❜
❛ what can you know about saving the world, silly? ❜
❛ you know who i am. and why i’m here. ❜
❛ how many have you already killed? how many more might you still? ❜
❛ i sense your pain. i see your fear. ❜
❛ i don’t feel a thing anymore. ❜
❗which of your children was your favorite?
The answer is short, simple and to the point from the Iron King. “Maron.”
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ANGST FOR SHIPS SENTENCE PROMPTS .
A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF ANGST SHIPPY PROMPTS, CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED/FITTING .
❛ i love you. do you love me? ❜
❛ i thought we loved each other. ❜
❛ why are you with him/her/them? he’s/she’s/their not good for you. ❜
❛ please .. don’t leave me here alone to rot. ❜
❛ you deserve better. ❜
❛ why haven’t answered my calls, my texts? ❜
❛ you vanish for three days then decide to come back around? ❜
❛ i’m worried about you. ❜
❛ i don’t know if what i feel for you is love. ❜
❛ [ name ] told you i was bad for you? ❜
❛ you always pretend you don’t care but i know you do. ❜
❛ you don’t love me anymore? ❜
❛ why won’t you ever tell me that you love me? ❜
❛ you didn’t miss me, not even a little? ❜
❛ can we just have one more kiss. ❜
❛ don’t say that, you don’t mean it. ❜
❛ please, don’t do this to us. ❜
❛ nothing is stopping us from being together except you. ❜
❛ i’m sorry, i won’t do it again, i promise. ❜
❛ i’m not in love with you. ❜
❛ why are you doing this? ❜
❛ you know we can’t be together. ❜
❛ i’m not jealous, just curious. ❜
❛ we’re kissing other people now? ❜
❛ well, you’re not allowed to leave me, ever. ❜
❛ just tell me where the hell we stand at now. ❜
❛ stop messing with my emotions because you’re unsure of yours. ❜
❛ tell me this isn’t true, please. ❜
❛ you broke my trust which is worse than breaking my heart. ❜
❛ i can’t always help when you’re in trouble. ❜
❛ i thought we we’re done. ❜
❛ i just want to love you, let me love you. ❜
❛ you pretend you don’t know me in front of your friends. ❜
❛ no, i cannot just be your friend. it’s not enough for me. ❜
❛ you’re just going to leave without saying goodbye? ❜
❛ i don’t want anyone else but you. ❜
❛ how can you treat me this way? ❜
❛ you don’t deserve him/her/them, you deserve better. ❜
❛ you know i will always love you. ❜
❛ you shouldn’t have came here. ❜
❛ we are not meant to be. ❜
❛ you’re not in love, you’re obsessed. ❜
❛ i’ve been searching for you in everyone. ❜
❛ do yourself a favor and stop loving me. ❜
❛ your mother/father didn’t love you so you think no one can. ❜
❛ you can’t break my heart twice. ❜
❛ we can run away together, start new. ❜
❛ can’t you see, what you’re doing to me? ❜
Due to being sick I was gone, but now I have returned!
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Balon Greyjoy stood in the halls of Dragonstone with a scowl upon his face. How many days had he waited to speak with the balding king that had once embarassed his fleet only to hear again and again “he is not here - we await his return” come from their lips? The Knights weren’t bad, and most treated Balon as he treated them ; like filth that didn’t deserve the time of day. Yet, the King of the Iron Islands knew that in this War of Five Kings he would need at least one ally, and who better then the man who held an army smaller then even his own? Yet - every time his eyes came upon that blasted woman in red he could feel spiders crawling along his flesh, he could feel cold hands grasping at his legs almost as if they wished to drown him in the stone floor itself. She was horrifying yet mesmerizing to look at.
And so the King walked further down the halls, his pale fingers moving to touch the carvings on the walls, the one that he did admire about the Baratheon claimant was that he and Balon were at least alike in how they decorated their castles. “Beautiful,” Balon whispered as he stared deeply at the carvings before him - and then the chills came again, the feeling of eyes- no. Not just any eyes, HER eyes on his back and so he froze in place, his voice coming out as a shaky whisper for her to hear. “Forgive me for not waiting my lady, but I had to at least stretch my legs.”
