#by ocean

[thenorthsource]

A good heart. I have a good heart. Hysterical laughter rose up her gullet, but Sansa choked it back down. The bells were ringing, slow and mournful. Ringing, ringing, ringing. They had rung for King Robert the same way. Joffrey was dead, he was dead, he was dead, dead, dead. Why was she crying, when she wanted to dance? Were they tears of joy?

[houseoracastle]

status: closed @crazedhatesoul location: abs-olute gym

Ocean didn't really spend a lot of time working out. They were far too lazy to put so much work into their appearance. Besides, they got plenty of exercise running from their own shenanigans. Still, the gym was often an entertaining place to go. They loved to people-watch, at the very least. Ocean was leaning against one of the lesser-used machines, sipping at their water bottle that didn't actually contain water as they looked around at the individuals working out. When someone approached them, they glanced at him, almost surprised. "Oh, did you need this machine?" They asked, glancing at the machine they were leaning against. "I'm not using it. Honestly kind of cruising right now, how sad is that," Ocean said with a light laugh.

[thenorthsource]

Royce IV Bolton

"Royce was known as Royce Redarm because of his habits of tearing out the entrails of his prisoners with his bare hands."

"During one of the wars between Houses Bolton and Stark, King Royce succeeded in taking and burning Winterfell just like his namesake King Royce II Bolton had done three hundred years earlier."

— The World of Ice and Fire

[thenorthsource]

"She had a pretty face, but her eyes were sad and wary."

[houseoracastle]

status: closed @violenttempest location: somewhere near parsons house

"Hey, you one of those commune people?" It was almost like a greeting. The tone wasn't unfriendly, anyway. They didn't mean anything by it really, just an observation due to their proximity and body language. The way someone stood near where they were fairly comfortable, if not completely comfortable. Ocean offered a lazy smile as they approached Jane. "So what's it like in there? I've heard there are commune-only orgies, and I'm dying to know how those are. I would love some details, if you've got them."

[houseoracastle]

status: closed @ofescapisms location: bucky's diner

"Okay, hear me out. Casseroles. They're kind of the best invention, right? That's an American thing, isn't it? It feels American. Just throwing everything into an oven-safe dish and smothering it in cheese or something and then just baking until everything in it is safe for consumption? Lazy cooking, basically," not that they knew how to cook anything, and so they weren't really one to talk. "But I'd love a casserole of some kind right now. I don't even care what's in it. Just bring me a mish-mash diner casserole," they said to the waitress, smiling easily and looking across the table at Peyton. "What about you? Casserole for two?"

[houseoracastle]

status: closed @faciensmel location: outside pandora's home

Ocean often stopped at the homes that had animals. They couldn't really help themself, too excited at the critters but too irresponsible to take care of animals themselves. "How are the chickens?" They called out, leaning over the fence to see the clucking, feathered beasts hopping around with dead eyes and funky beaks. Ocean grinned, reaching out a hand to stroke one, who moved away from the hand as soon as she felt it. "So do you get lots of eggs from them, typically?" They asked, turning their attention to Pandora with a smile.