DARRIK

off deck, steady hand and steady heart

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He smiled at her, but nonetheless feigned momentary thought as he brought his hand to his chin, fingertips lightly scrubbing at the edges of his beard. To go back to barely scraping by, hauling whatever to wherever and occasionally scrapping with pirates, or join the ranks and fleet of Daenerys Targaryen and help  her conquer the seven kingdoms? All his men had to do was see her dragons to know she was the real thing.

          “ I’m quite sure, my lady. So is my crew. In fact if I chose otherwise, I’d likely have a mutiny on my hands. As of today, The Lady Black, her captain and crew are at your disposal. “

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Truly he did not care to share, but Darrik had not at any point in the day expected to be within speaking distance of a member of the royal family. His eyes were on the ground, as they had been when he spoke previously, for a few minutes more before they lifted along with his chin and his head turned to regard the princess.

          “ Nothing you need bother yourself with my lady, I assure you. “

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                                                  “winter is coming.” 

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“Hi, I’m auditioning for the role of Sansa Stark and I’ll be singing I dreamed a dream.”

But I’m not Sansa Stark.

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8, 16

Her name was Marienne, and she was the daughter of the guard captain within the keep and village Darrik was raised in, up there in the Lonely Hills.

Storm doesn’t often look to the future, instead he tends to live in the now. He hopes to be either knee deep in whores and wine, or in a happy marriage whenever he does, within five or ten years either.

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5 & 10 ~ !

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Well, murder is a good one. He also use to have quite the vulgar mouth when it came to women and little respect for their feelings, but meeting his first sweetheart changed all that.

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14, 17, 5 uwu

His sin is most likely Wrath, with Lust taking second place.

Darrik deals with his anger by either internalizing it, which isn’t good for him obviously, or on rare occasions hitting / breaking something to let off steam. Unless he’s angry enough to hurt whoever is responsible.

His biggest fear as a boy was drowning actually, after a poor encounter with a river in the Stormlands. He’s conquered that fear quite obviously, but he also fears infection. While out hunting just a few days before his fifteenth birthday he was bit by a mad wolf, and the wound became infected and caused him great pain. He washes every wound clean several times as a result, determined to never let that happen again.

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         the dungeons are DARK, COLD, and DRIPPING with condensation.  the warmth of hot-spring waters,                running through coarse brick and stone; only WHISPERING PROMISES, of the heat which resides floors above his head.   floors of which, once held home to a smaller version OF HIMSELF, HIS SIBLINGS–    and A FATHER once alive.  though NOT TO the boy’s knowledge,   his mother be dead like his lord father; & his eldest brother, along side her.  IF HE KNEW, that beside shaggie’s pelt, lay the blood OF OSHA drawn from her throat? he would ERUPT.     and only, damp walls would hear his screams of anguish.  if they had not, already heard his HOWLS–     wild as shaggie’s eyes had once been.   THE BOY, had been broken long before this point.            yet he rebuilt himself.  the miracles of youth,          protected a once fragile mind, and built it BACK UP,         from the shambles that had fallen, upon THE SACK OF WINTERFELL…    if not with the death, of his father.

                                                                 ❛ … ❜

yet the ISOLATION this place brings him, ETCHES INTO his breast;   and hunger gnaws at his stomach.  the only source OF LIGHT, coming to glint off blue hues–           being the guards that would stroll through cold tunnels, two times an hour;        with TORCH in gloved hands.  he NEVER asks anything of them.  not once, even if they tried to speak to him first. for all rickon knows is RAGE,              and the GROWL that builds in his throat, as a torch– approaches his cell;       the figure carrying it, casted in shadow, that SAME GROWL rises LOW– in his skinny chest.     but NOT A WORD, passes from his lips.  instead fingers curl into the wood, caging him in–    nails leaving INDENTATIONS upon it, as eyes rage wild as THE PYRE’S that had burnt the two farm boys,     who died in a vain attempt, to constitute the deaths of the THE LAST STARK BOY’S.  

           &&. OPEN STARTER !!!! *because so many people liked that starter call, and wally got a wee bit overwhelmed with the response to it—   MUTUALS ONLY.

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There isn’t anything he wants to do more than turn back the clock and stay. Not at the Twins, where he had barely escaped with his life only after making sure there was nothing he could do to save Robb his K I N G , and the others. But instead within Last Hearth. Perhaps if he had he could have shot down any idea of co-operation with him and put Ramsay Snow’s head on a pike himself. For everything else he would have lost, like living in Winterfell, enjoying his camaraderie with Eddard Stark’s sons and having them as the closest thing to a real family he possessed, it would have at least prevented this.

Yet now here he was, attempting a rescue and by himself no less. Well, not exactly. The men he had managed to round up were to draw attention and flee, just to give him some time. He knew Winterfell like the back of his hand, and for the quite large man he was it was still within his power to remain undetected if the Old Gods were with him. But the moment Rickon saw him he would likely suspect that Darrik had a b a n d o n e d Robb, his mother and the others to their fate. However untrue it was, it would also not help matters that his father’s house was responsible for the death of his direwolf companion. But nevertheless he crept on. The Torch in his hand was actually to avoid suspicion, matter of fact. The guard never came in without it, and the likelihood of anyone outside noticing the lack of light was too big a risk to abandon it at the moment. Storm wiped a bit of the guard’s blood from the palm of his hand onto his trousers so the k e y s in his pocket wouldn’t slip from his grasp. Seeing Rickon like this was... not easy. Not easy at all. Whether any of the Stark boys had seen it the same way or no, Darrik had come to think of them as his brothers, and their sisters as sisters of his own. He was older than all of them of course, which meant that the protective chained giant within him wanted nothing more than to rip Ramsay Snow in twain right about now. But he couldn’t afford to lose his temper now.

          “ P u p , we don’t have much time ... “

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@wildmoored replied to your post:uhg, i think gonna have to make an au where darrik...

he can hang out with godric.

I might be keen to see that o:

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uhg, i think gonna have to make an au where darrik gets seconded to winterfell, serving the starks instead of running off and hopping on a boat to get out of Westeros.

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why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face