@goldenngore ctd.
WRATH HAD EVADED HIM FOR AS LONG AS HE COULD REMEMBER ; brief flits of anger and discontent may have been as familiar as the sunset upon the waves , but even those faded and went almost as swiftly as they came . for a man who had been wronged and betrayed a hundred times over , Maron Greyjoy indeed had remained remarkably patient . remarkably calm . difficult to rile , slow to resort to physical violence ; smiling in the face of the adversary that long had begun to spit venom with rattling blades in hands . more than once had others wondered whether he was angry . furious , and understandably so , at the world at large - and each time he had shrugged the broad shoulders and asked what for . like swallowing poison and expecting the target of his ire to die from it , he saw no point in it .
wrath - thus - did not impress him either .
another day at sea and they would get to Gulltown ; the last Westerosi harbor he plans to visit , stocking up before crossing over to the east . as skilled and cowardly as the Vale had been in keeping out of the war , rumour had spread that things had become rather disorderly since the death of Lysa Arryn and the disappearance of the Blackfish , and the loyalty to the North had partially made way for better bargains and pockets filled with gold . men flying the banners of Tarth had been spotted , along with other supporters of Stannis Baratheon . the order given thus had come naturally to him and without much hesitation . and before he could have noticed the loaded canon that was Loras Tyrell , nor address it in any way , he had turned his back and marched himself across the deck , down towards his chambers .
none of his crew would question him . none would dare to protest - and the Iron Captain expected no less .
picture the open surprise thus hitting his face when , no minute later , Loras wedged himself between the door and Maron , barring the way , and though the demand ( bold in and on itself ) came calmly , there was something stirring in those golden eyes of his . so perfectly crafted sits the beautiful mask upon your face , and yet it is the eyes , always the eyes , that are true and they will always betray you .
brows arched did he merely look at Loras for a moment ; perhaps waiting for him to step back and declare it a joke - before remembering that the Knight of Flowers thoroughly lacked humour . . . and he quietly cussed Loras Tyrell then . the brazenness . the fearlessness . the audacity . everything that so undeniably pulled him towards the knight , he had become quite willing to bend his own rules plenty already only to entertain Loras - but even that willingness had its boundaries .
" huh " , a first response , accompanied by one corner of his lips ticking upwards , and Maron briefly averted his gaze to the floor to rid himself of the amused grin threatening to form , before looking at Loras again . " first of all , I don't need to explain anything to you . this is my ship , my word is the law , and you agreed to oblige , Ser , when you first set foot on deck . " amusement never quite left his gaze , but this time something else almost overshadowed it . something dark . unwavering and strong , promising to drown whomever dared question him . for Loras however , he harboured feelings he wouldn't deny , nor forbid himself . plenty of leeway was granted to the knight already . but even that , it appeared , had its limits .
" but since I like you , I'll do you the kindness . " head cocked to the side did he curiously study Loras' face for another second , before nonchalantly stepping forward , almost walking into the knight and thus , without much pressure or haste , forcing him a step back . and another . " Gulltown is said to currently host supporters of Stannis Baratheon as guests . quite a lot of them , too . " another step forward . " now I wish to anchor , fill up our supplies , and leave again as soon and quietly as possible , preferably without drawing any attention . you , however , " and he nods towards Loras , still nothing but a few inches separating them . " I have learned by now , fly off the handle very easily , especially when Stannis is involved . you are brash and reckless , and as entertaining as that may be , it isn't something I am willing to risk this time . " he nonchalantly kicked the door to his chambers shut with the heel of his boot , briefly wondering whether Loras had even noticed he was being bullied , gently , into the room . " which is why you are staying on board . there , your explanation . you're welcome . " a mere few inches between them indeed . and how easy it would be now , to simply lean in and steal a kiss from those full lips . . .
