@cutsdeepcr / "is your conscience bothering you?" [urri]
THE SMALLEST RIPPLE RUNNING DOWN HIS SPINE, BARELY VISIBLE TO THE NAKED EYE, IS ALL THAT BETRAYS THE SURPRISE AT THE SUDDEN VOICE RINGING BEHIND HIM. he hadn’t heard any steps approaching, the wind howling around the higher towers above their heads in an ever-lasting draft that had Pyke look like it was leaning forward, bracing itself against the storm. far across the bay, towards the shores of Great Wyk, torches light up the beach a chain of them leading into the water. there is movement at the shore, hidden by the dark of the night. and Maron knows he should sleep, but finds himself unable to.
looking back over his shoulder does his offer his uncle a glance that speaks of indifference at best, before he turns back to look out towards the sea again. there is a long journey ahead of him and Asha. one that is to begin in but a few hours, black sails invisible in the darkness. he knows his sister is just as furious. just as eager to get away. feels just as betrayed, now that the kingsmoot is done and decided, and what should be Maron’s by right has gone to someone else. to betray Euron in turn by leaving perhaps is no grand sign of loyalty. but Maron cannot find it in himself to care.
so he instead tucks his thumbs into his belt holding two battle axes and a dagger, and his voice sounds just as indifferent as his look had been. “no. is yours bothering you?” Urrigon, after all, had betrayed him too when he had sided with Euron.
in the midst of winter / accepting.
