#brothersinblackstarter

[bastardbull-blog]

It was cold at the wall, but Gendry was in a small alcove mostly protected from the elements, standing before an anvil and fire, making him not only warm but hot, his body sweaty and a little dirty and he just had to groan and stretch after he set his tools down. He had just finished making a fresh round of swords, his task since being brought into the brother’s castle. He was done for the day, when he heard the sound of someone coming in, and he turned around, raising a brow. “Looking for some heat?” 

[goldwildling]

The young wildling had been taken a bit of a back seat lately in the way of the Wall, and his presence at Castle Black was sorely lacking the golden sheen of his hair, but it also proved a relatively odd state of being for Nororn; he was relatively worked up. It wasn’t like him to go without for a few days, and he was growling a bit as he walked through the main hall, maybe on the hunt in the way only a wildling could, be would it be crow or fellow wild that caught his eyes? He’d heard of the bath house, and he hoped someone would be there, and his eyes caught the sight of someone as he tugged his shirt off and stepped in side -- Rory’s intent clear. He wanted to get fucked.

[goldwildling]

Rory had made himself comfortable the moment he had come to Castle Black, and he had tried his best to go by his name of Nororn, but some bastard from the wilds had heard of him and laughed, calling out ‘Rory’ as his nickname his Uncle had given him out of affection after his first kill. It wasn’t a terrible nickname, but it was one that he knew didn’t really strike fear into the Crows, so he had been trying to skip around it. Tall, blonde and reclined in just a pair of linen pants, he was relaxing in one of the main halls later at night, alone, when the shadow passing over a nearby torch had caught his attention and he lifted up to his elbows, glancing over. “No luck sleeping either?”