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UPDATE: new url

&& new tracking tag:                           #seaaworth

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          if you could all just take a moment, please.

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a quick notice ------------------------- to those of you who are still following, just followed, or are looking at this blog. this blog will be undergoing changes to tags, layout, and theme  very shortly. if you have need of the mun, you may find them on skype, which is given to any who ask.             the new OOC tag for this blog will be:                     "o ||: shortened" in reference to                             Davos's shortened fingers.

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whEEZES???? hello everyone---oh my gods. there are 121 of you, now. uhm. hi.  like this if you'd wish something small of Davos. i promise to get to it tomorrow. also-- if i owe you anything please tell me. i know i owe a Melisandre. i need some threads on this account, so add me on skype or send me a fanmail/message to plot with me. open to anyone, not just mutuals.

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sonoftideandrock:

Theon had been staring off to sea, but the sudden call had alerted him to the other’s presence. He was still wearing the crude iron kraken that clasped his cloak, the one that the Boltons had forged for him in Barrowton, when they had dressed him as a lord again to give away Arya Stark. No. Not Arya. Jeyne. She has the wrong eyes. But they cannot know that. It seemed reasonable that a seaman would recognize the insignia, even if the Greyjoy who bore it was starved beyond the point of recognition.

This one, though… This was no common sailor, not even a common captain. He spoke too well to be of common station, though he looked it. He had a plain face, average, easy to forget. He did not know this man. One of the king’s sworn swords? Some impoverished lordling? He could be anyone. Theon was careful to watch his tongue.

"Theon. Lord Balon’s last living son. His Grace’s captive." He felt no need to honey the word. The Starks had called him a ward, though he was a hostage in truth. Stannis had no such inclinations. He made Theon’s position very clear to him, and told him what fate awaited him. That was for the best. No amount of sugary words would have softened the blow.

"And you?"

          —-彡|    ”Theon? I had not realized His Grace had let you wander."                       In truth, while Davos was His Majesty's Hand, he was just as well informed as an ant. Stannis found it better to confide in the Red Priestess more so than him, and while Davos slightly begrudged him of that, it was nothing the onion knight could not forgive. His Grace was charmed out of his wits, he believed. At least he had found the folly in attempting to take the north.                          "I am Davos Seaworth," he said with a slight nod. He felt no need to tell this boy of his titles. As their captive, he was quite certain that Theon knew him by name, if not by visage. He cleared his throat. "You've spent some time aboard a ship, I know. It's rumored that ironmen even sleep in tubs instead of beds, and their skin never prunes."            He hoped that a jest would lighten the mood. Theon was not unaccustomed to a ship, nor to sailors, that much Davos knew just from the look of him. But this captive of theirs was a Greyjoy, an iron kraken of the sea--- And Davos knew that look turned so longingly towards the sea. Or maybe it was regret he was seeing. It was none of his business, regardless. 

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          —-彡|    ”You shouldn't be here."

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holy shit there are over 100 of you here.

[lionessofstone-blog]

+caepa-dominus;;

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[ lionessofstone: ]

❝ It seems death is not agreeable for the both of us. ❞

          —-彡|    "Death?---- I am certain you mistake me for someone else, my lady."

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          —-彡|    [ Grunt. ]

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          —-彡|    "---.."           [ Davos stood still, his jaw hung open slightly. The Red Woman was not a company that he appreciated. At all. So he would stand there, unsure of whether she had seen him, or even wished to acknowledge his presence. Should it be the latter, he would throw a stick onto her damnable fires for the Red God's "favor".  ]

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          —-彡|    "Oye, lad. Don't just stand about---"           The Knight's sentence cut short. He knew this boy, or at least he believed he did. The kraken sigil was unmistakable among the waters.                          "Pardon my tone, and my asking, but which Greyjoy might you be?"            He was not one to be so brash with another lord, but the drink had made him bold, and the settings, here on the docks, he was a lord of the sea, of ships. Being polite-- damned it to the seven hells.

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THERE IS AN EDRIC STORM.

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+caepa-dominus;;

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[ eirena: ]

" Ah, greetings.

Are the storms on these shores always so fierce? T’is an act of the gods that my ship found land with waves and wind so harsh.”

          —-彡|    Davos was not a pious man, but he was not against the favours of any gods that may be. ----Hold a moment. Was this woman a.. captain?                          "The waters tend to be difficult, I am afraid, My Lady."

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+caepa-dominus;;

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[ enkagon: ]

"I have never understood the point of jesters. I’d rather a cat. Or horde of bees."

          —-彡|    What a queer girl.. and her words even more so.                          "Cats are a nuisance. Bees are no good as they die the moment they sting." 

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[ stagsfury: ]

The fire priestess, had convinced Stannis to take Renly. To sad Helena was bitter was an understatement, though she had no where else to go Stannis and Shireen were all she had left. Helena usually kept to herself except today, the young Baratheon decide to find the Onion Knight. To her, he seemed to have a good head on his shoulder. “Excuse me, Ser…” She paused trying to remember his name, only to grow quiet.

          —-彡|    The knight's jaw tightened. It was not usual for the lady Helena to seek him. To say that he was uncomfortable was a bit of an understatement. The only woman he was ever comfortable was his own lady Marya.                           "My Lady," he greeted her. "Is there something I may help you with?"

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visenyaofdragonstone:

a small psa for followers of my blogs:

          due to personal issues, i will be having another sort of hiatus thing, but only for the next few days, February 6th, 2014 through February 10th, 2014.. i won’t be on skype much, and i certainly won’t be on tumblr.            if you have need of me, or want to keep in touch about something, send me an ask tonight and i’ll give you my kik or something.            [ this also goes for my davos, loras, and scar. ]