#vickygreyjoy

[feathersofsilver-blog]

tyyne x vic

Give me a ship and I'll reply with a six word story about them.

When lips tremble,                               the kraken yields.

[feathersofsilver-blog]

{ vicky-greyjoy }

VICTARIOOOON

[incissamarchive-blog]

vicky-greyjoy replied to your post:6'9" black haired, blue eyed male. Very athletic and in possession of boundless physical discipline. Enjoys long walks on the beach, seeing new places, and collecting valuable items with my friends. Tough and cold on the outside, but gentle and caring once you get to know me. I've had a few bad experiences with women before, but I'm hoping you'll be the solution. I come bearing gifts!

*coughs* maaaaaaaaaybe. (we should do a thing)

(yes. Yes we should. A thing is most welcome.)

[themaidwolf]

Lyanna Stark: victarion doesn't hit women does he

Victarion Greyjoy: not unless he is really really pissed

Victarion Greyjoy: he's got a soft spot for ladycreatures

Lyanna Starkl: awww

Victarion Greyjoy: soft kraken

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Will you solely stare and be amused or do something about it, Lord Husband?

[motherviper-archive]

     When the Greyjoy fleet was spotted sailing close to the shore of Dorne a raven had been sent to warn Prince Doran. In his state, and because of his brother's excitement, Prince Oberyn was permitted to go in his stead. The prince's main duty was to insure the Greyjoy's intentions were not to attack the Dornish capital. The coast was visible from the palace itself, it would not take long for men to attack from ships to reach them. 

     Ellaria stayed at the palace with Oberyn's elder four daughters and her own two. Her time was spent pacing the balcony that overlooked the road, waiting for a sign of the Dornish party's return or the Greyjoy fleet on foot. The dust cloud rose high with their arrival. The party appeared larger than the one that left. 

     She retreated into the palace fearing the worse. However, upon reaching the entrance she saw Dornish flags flying among the golden kraken of the Greyjoys. Prince Oberyn strolled towards her from his horse, a smile upon his lips as he kissed her and announced a feast for the ironborn. She caught her eldest Elia before she could run past her to the horses as the men filed into the palace.

     The feast was in the great hall of the Sunspear, a large open room whose archways on the outer walls could be open to allow the breeze from the coast to flow through silk coverings. Ellaria arrived to the hall after the men had been settled and the food had begun to be served. She held onto her eldest's hand, holding her younger on her hip. Many of the Dornish men called out at her arrival, despite her bastard name she was held in high regard. She smiled, allowing Elia to run to her father as she continued to walk the length of the table. 

     "Greetings." Ellaria spoke finally as she reached the end of the table where the men sat nearest Oberyn, assuming those to be the ones of some sort of power. "It appears your men are not taking to the Dornish spice." She noted lightly.