gydastan [text]: Just fought a 50 year old lady over a pair of gloves for my dad. He better be grateful, because she almost clawed my eyes out.
[text] you're incredible, and scary
[text] i'm sure he'll be proud

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gydastan [text]: Just fought a 50 year old lady over a pair of gloves for my dad. He better be grateful, because she almost clawed my eyes out.
[text] you're incredible, and scary
[text] i'm sure he'll be proud
gydastan [text]: Just fought a 50 year old lady over a pair of gloves for my dad. He better be grateful, because she almost clawed my eyes out.
[text] Well if you tell him, he'll probably have that lady...spoken to.
Gyda and Athelstan [Text]: There’s blood. There’s a lot of blood
[text] WHERE ARE YOU?
[text] I’m in the car, Gyda, CALL ME.
january first, {day nine}
vikings, athelstan & gyda, for jillamy
gyda is almost successful in convincing herself that she doesn’t like like athelstan. almost.
but as is the tendency in a young girl’s world, reality is hard to fib, and soon she’s plucking flowers from the ground and tearing off their petals in an all too frequent flurry of he-loves-me-he-loves-me-nots just to prove to herself once and for all that her father’s little pet might look at her with the same doe eyes with which she looks at him (she’s too young, now, to understand what chastity is, much less what taking a vow of chastity means, and lagertha, too amused by her daughter’s obvious crush, refrains from telling her).
in her most recent round of petal-plucking, the flower reveals that he-loves-her, and her delight is so great that she doesn’t notice athelstan’s shadow looming over her as he stalks toward the coast for a wash. “hello gyda,” he says, casually, and she jolts to life with a gasp and a flaring blush.
“hello,” she stammers, barely concealing her mix of surprise and joy at the sight of him.
“so,” he starts, with a small side-grin, “who loves you?”
gyda swallows thickly and swiftly replies, “no one. it’s stupid.”
athelstan is no fool; he’s noticed the little girl’s mooning over him and it warms his heart, though he looks on her more as a sister than anything else (and looking at her even as that is considered criminal for a slave, so he keeps it to himself). one day she will be a beautiful woman, he thinks, eyes lingering on the redness of her cheeks and the flaxen in her hair. one day she will make a man very happy––but not him, of course. he never intends to marry, despite his growing assimilation into the culture of his captors, and even if he did marry it wouldn’t be to little gyda, who deserves more stability than he could ever hope to give.
“you aren’t stupid, gyda,” he tells her, bending over to plant a chaste kiss on the top of her head. it’s the closest he’s ever allowed himself to get, given the consequences of such actions for the daughter of his master, but there’s no one watching and he’s safe with gyda. this isn’t the first time he’s done it, either, and it likely won’t be the last––he does love her, it’s true, though perhaps not in the way she wishes.
at the contact, gyda’s heart flutters and her toes squirm in her shoes, every inch of her body alighting with a tangle of nerves and delight. a smile flickers over her lips and she clutches the stem of the wasted flower as she watches athelstan take his leave of her in favor of the ocean, kneeling down to cleanse the dirt from his face. gyda finds such peace just watching him. and the flower oracle told true: he does love her, doesn’t he?
satisfied with herself, gyda turns on her heel and flounces off toward the house to preserve the remnant of the flower under pillow, along with the rest of the ones that ended on he-loves-me.
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gydastan said: oh my gOD WHAT N O??
iangalligher said: idk what ur talking about shae is fine shes livin w sansa in the clouds and robb is there idek what ur talking abo ut ha HAH hah
JUST IGNORE ME MICHELLE I SAID NOTHING
i'm so fucking sorry
gydastan said: inhales i kno who we need ruler of westeros shAe u fRICKERS SHES THE BESt ye
[sweats nervously b/c i accidentally found out what happenes to shae]
gydastan said: omg nah stannis is too fucked in the head not with that mysterious chicka hanging aroUND THEY LITERALLY BIRTHED A DEMON THINg nope nope noPE SORRY but deers tho u kno how much i love deers. deers uwu
yeahhhhh melisandre i'm like uhhhh
but davos