Mallister of Seagard

Coren Mallister, 24 indie (au) asoiaf rp. Son of Jason Mallister, younger brother of Patrek Mallister penned by chloe. char/mun 21+ | est. feb 2018

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      “ I’m here to defend you. ” Lochlan states gruffly, brandishing his sword so the steel captured the moonlight. “ Please just let me do my job. ”

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“Within my own walls?” Coren laughed aloud at the taller man. “Just because my father doesn’t wish me to be alone while he accompanies the King in the North doesn’t mean I need a babysitter.” He chewed the inside of his cheek and looked the man up and down. He didn’t wish to get his ass handed to him by a man twice his size in a duel, but he figured they could do something fun to pass the time. “If I ordered you to have fun, what would be your first choice? And don’t say standing here watching me. Remember, we’re paying you for your time, not your banality.”

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A strange feeling came over me. The setting sun had lit up the water in the shell holes, so they looked like pools of gold. And I felt a presence there, greater than all this. Such peace, Edward. And I thought of you.

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hello ! please like or reblog for a starter from COREN MALLISTER, second son of Jason Mallister from Seagard in the Riverlands in ASOIAF. (I may message you beforehand to plot something, so I know where the thread is going!)

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“Keep watch on Seagard,” Theon muttered under his breath. “No, Theon, don’t fight by my side. Go fight at Seagard.” He huffed and gave a roll of his eyes as he walked to the edge of the ship, eyes settling on the approaching land before him.

Historically, Greyjoys hated Mallisters; but his own experiences hadn’t been too painful. He’d hunted and spoken of tales of whores with Patrek. Patrek, he didn’t mind. Coren he hadn’t seen since the boy was learning to walk and toddling around, toppling into tables and walls. It had been rather amusing in truth, but Theon had learned long ago to never lower your guard when meeting a potential ally or threat. 

Besides, Pyke didn’t have the feeling of safety and home anymore. Not since he’d warned Robb of his father’s plans and The North had taken it. He’d had to chose between Greyjoy and Stark, and he chose right. I hope, said a small voice at the back of his mind that the silenced quickly. What was done was done. The men of the Iron Islands didn’t have to like him as long as they respected him.

As the ship docked, Theon found his way off of it, his boot falling on the rocky shore. It wasn’t hard to pick out Coren from the scattered people, at least he was fairly certain it was Coren. He raised his eyes at him, a silent question, all cockiness and arrogance.

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“Welcome, m’lord,” Coren enunciated, and stepped towards the other. Men wearing the silver-and-purple of Mallister helped unload the goods from the Greyjoy ship, since Theon had traveled with the minimal amount of hands because of the natural animosity between Iron Islanders and lords of the Riverlands. It felt queer even to invite a Greyjoy at the harbor, but Coren did as he was told. His father had raised him to be fair and just, and Coren respected the King in the North. It was said that Theon Greyjoy was close with the King as well.

Coren had to admit to himself that Theon Greyjoy wasn’t what he imagined. Maybe it was the rough ride back to land that caused him to lose rest, for his eyes had bags beneath them. His hair was thin and his eyes pale. But Coren knew his courtesies.

“Please, let me show you your quarters. A raven arrived early yesterday. The King has moved West to deal with the Lannisters, so tomorrow we must leave for Riverrun. Patrek is staying to defend Seagard, as he is the heir, but you and I will meet up with the rest of the host. And my father, of course... he is picking men to travel with us. Maybe a hundred reinforcements to join the army. It’s exciting, innit?”

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Quickly the young lovers split apart, upon hearing someone clear their throat. While the boy quickly escaped, the princess looked at the person that has interrupted them, her cheeks bright red and her eyes nervously looking around. “I…we… I did not hear you approach…”, she said, doubting, yet hoping it would explain enough.

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“I’ve seen worse, Princess,” Coren replies with a smirk, but it quickly dissipates. He doesn’t often meet people of higher status, let alone speak to them--that was always a job for his father and older brother Patrek. He would normally be in the shadows, or silent, or outside practicing his swordwork.

He clears his throat for a second time and points at a fountain nearby. “My first time in Dorne. They all look the same, don’t they? It is no doubt a beautiful country, once out of the desert that is.” His eyes go back to hers. “Do you know where the refreshments are, m’lady? I only traveled with two other men, and as I said... I’m lost.”

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My best friend, like, stops me when I start. He just goes, “No, no. We don’t need it. We’ve heard it all before.” Because I do sing every day. I adore it.