harder and stronger

Triston Sharp, Heir to Rock Point. Advisor to Theon Greyjoy. [closed rp for Sound of Collapse]

[lyra-umber]

It is a shame all these flowers will be gone,

They really are what I love most about spring.

[tristonxsharp]

They’ll be back. Winter disnae last ferever.

[kiandurwell]

“Please excuse the mess. As a baker, pretty much all of my clothing is dusted with flour.”

[tristonxsharp]

“Funny, tha’. On the isles, our clothes seem tae get clogged wae salt.”

[mariebaratheon]

After such a long absence, it feels good to be back in the Stormlands once again. Even if the reason is less than desirable.

[tristonxsharp]

We’ve all our homes.

[harragsharp]

Ow….oi, ya cunt! {Harr elbows his older brother in the ribs, before settling down.}

….they’re nae my braids to wear anymore, though….

[tristonxsharp]

Fuck off, they're just as much your braids as they are fuckin' mine. [finished with combing the hair out, he's faced with a new dilemma] ...D'yeh mind haudin' what I'm no usin'?

[harragsharp]

Are ye havin’ a fuckin’ laugh, brair? I’m nae a seven year old anymore…

[tristonxsharp]

Ah, shut it, brair-- [he tugs affectionately at a lock of hair] Quit yer girnin'.

[harragsharp]

{Harr rolls his eyes, but shuffles forward and sits just a little way in front of his brother.}

[tristonxsharp]

[Trist puts his hand out and combs through the tangles with his fingers to the best of his ability.] None yer complainin' mind.

[harragsharp]

…why?

[tristonxsharp]

Jus' dae it, aye?

[mother-bolton-blog]

You seem very infatuated with this woman, may I ask, who is she to bring such joy to you?

[tristonxsharp]

Her name's Lyra.

[asha-doesnotsow]

She shakes her head. 

I’m tired, Trist. Tired of all of it.

[tristonxsharp]

...Things're awfae different fae how we thought they'd be when we were younger.

[harragsharp]

Aye, wha of it?

[tristonxsharp]

[with a cluck of his tongue] C'mere, brair.

[mother-bolton-blog]

"Congratulations, my lord," she said, only saying so because he looked rather happy about the news.

[tristonxsharp]

"Thank yeh, my lady. Hard tae believe 'so soon..."

[astarkrose-archive]

Oh, my congratulations, my lord. That is excellent news.

[tristonxsharp]

Ah, cheers. Hard tae believe, but-- 'Shappenin'.

[asha-doesnotsow]

Green as the grass his horses ride on and the emeralds in his rings.

She sighed.

Trist…how do you support him over me?

[tristonxsharp]

Asha... It's no-- If we didnae... The mainlanders had too many on us, it was the only choice at the time.

[harragsharp]

Aye.

{Harr gives his brother a mock salute, unbraided hair falling loose around his face.}

[tristonxsharp]

Lookin' a bit shaggy there, brair.

[harragsharp]

No.

…an’ neither will anythin’ else.

[tristonxsharp]

Damn fuckin' right, it willnae. Got it?

[elia-lannister]

"Love is a wonderful thing. I hope a blessed marriage is what awaits you."

[tristonxsharp]

"Thank yeh, my lady."

[harragsharp]

….aye, ah ken.

…and ken tha yer more a da tae me than Harmund e’er was, yeah?

[tristonxsharp]

Aye. Ken. Yeh're mine, Harr. Always have been, always will be. We're family, and no weddin's gonnae change that, a'right?