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issaros cared tremendously for parties, festivities, anywhere he could revel in wine and sex and gossip. though they sometimes got the better of him. faces all blurred to haunt him with the facade of his ghosts, leering through blood and gore. things murmured to him, from inside his collar or inside his mind. so, grasping a few bottles of wine, he’d abandoned the maiden he’d been momentarily infatuated with and stepped out onto the lonesome balcony.  it wasn’t long before company found him. strange. most didn’t approach him, for fear of the rumours that cloaked him. a face cloaked in jewels and framed by plaited tresses summoned a smile for the man that approached, along with an obvious and unabashed admiration of his form on his way over.

“ good evening. ” is the cool greeting he gives, through a puff of smoke he drew from his pipe prior. the wine bottles at his feet were empty already, though he now sipped occasionally from a leather pouch. “ apologies, my darling, am I being a downer upon the party? I did not mean to seem unsociable, trust that your company is not unwelcome.” and his smile grows, somewhat warmly. Issaros was always a lot more human, when he was drunk. “ I think I know of you, but I am not of these lands. I could be wrong. we have not met before, have we? ”

@princelyrhaegar

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[blessedbloodsucker]

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the djin iejir sat, draped in ( overly revealing; barely there ) silken bedrobes. perched on the wall of the grand stone steps of Dragonstone. they caressed his frame like a lover, tenderly and amorously, augmented by the blackened tresses that drift about lazily in the wind. gods, it was cold, what madman sat in such a sartorial whilst winter raged? this madman, for he felt no chill upon his ghostly skin. save for the iced grasp of death.

he was listening to a few soldiers, of whom he did not know, chattering. about him, nonetheless. they say he’s some sort of fiend, they murmured. some sort of dead man, that he killed ---- 

---- he heard her coming before she was even close, but the look he gave her when she neared was still one of mild annoyance. Issaros was a narcissistic, proud man. hearing these living beings quake over his triumph killings was enough to excite a man like him, but here he was. interrupted. it doesn’t take long for his smile to blossom though, well practiced and striking in its allure. its pretence of true warmth. “ my lady Daenerys. ” he began, “ I was told when I arrived you were too busy to see me. though the night spent in your home was delightfully eerie, I am hoping you are freer to talk as of now? ” a pause, a tilting of a thick brow. “ or perhaps your wishes from me would be better discussed privately? ”

@obuljagon

[punchesback]

                 “ jeyne poole had wept all the way from winterfell to here, wept until her face was purple as a beetroot and the tears had frozen on her cheeks, and all because he told her that she must be arya, or else the wolves might send them back. ”

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@girlonadyinghorse

“ you are lost, my love? ” comes his voice. he had seen the girl, looking rather startled, in the lobby of one of his establishments. one of the more forward male escorts had been trying his hardest to coax her out of her money and her clothes when Issaros had swept into the room. with a snort and a wave, an amused pat on the shoulder, the Arkai sent the boy away. something told him that this woman was not here for, as the locals called it, a good time.

“ pretty things should watch where they step. snakes will always lie in wait for them, in strange grasses more than any place. what brings a dove to a vipers den? ” 

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@valyriansilver

   smoke billows from his maw as he steps into the room, daunting as it was he seemed to fill it upon entry. robes flowing out behind him, mauled chest coated in red bandages. he liked to leave the blood stained ones on when he met with royalty. often, it disturbed them. he enjoyed that. 

   of course, the smoke came from his pipe. stuffed with oddly scented herbs. they’d tried to strip him of his staff and his copious stash of wines and Asshai 'medicines’, but he had none of it. nor did he show fear when the queens guards raised their weapons as he mounted the steps to stand directly opposite her. at her level. he’d earned his respect to do such a thing; now it was her turn.

 “Arkai Issaros the Arcane.” he states. cool. calm. eerie eyes settled on the other, deathly smile stretched thin over beautiful features. “You sent for me. First impressions? I am disappointed with the lack of brothels in your land. I could remedy this, if you wish. ” with a cock of his head, his smile stretches into one of a more coy nature. “ Perhaps you would be my first customer, no? Or have you sent for me for other, boring war-related reasons? ”

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@wolfshroud

Issaros feared not of the cold. In his bones, very flesh, he felt it daily. It ravaged his core, wrecked the confines of his soul. Death truly became him. But he knew others were not as resilient; mortals could die in the claws of the bitter chill. This is the thought that clouded his mind when he found her, crumpled and bloodied in the snow. A girl that now sat, slumped, upon his horse. 

“ You are awake? ” He asked, eerily stark blue eyes landing on her stirring form. “ Do not be afraid, if you can help it. Shiya spooks easily. ” It would be a strange and frightening thing to awake to, he was sure, though there was a pain to her. One that murmured tales of far more frightening things in her past. The Arkai stills his horse, Shiya, as she wakes, as not to cause her to tumble from the beast. “ You were taking a sleep in the snow, looking very blue. A quick way to death, if this is what you had wished. ” Of course, he knew she would have died there. It’s what drew him to her. A sad, sad soul, alone in the tundra of the North. He had wrapped her in furs, propped her up on his stallion best he could.

“ It was a sleep you wanted? I much prefer to nap by a warm fire, but you people have strange tastes. You want to get down? ”

[cocsasuggestion]

i had to grow up before i was supposed to 

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