█ ▌ BASTARD BORN

ELCRISE SNOW ♔ bastard born, northern grown; elcrise was conceived upon a summers journey, of which king ROBERT BARATHEON had taken northward to visit his old friend, eddard stark. the boy's mother one of the many, fair-skinned WHORES available upon request. IND. ORIGINAL CHARACTER game of thrones inspired.

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                his gaze does not shy from THE KING, it remains true and steady--      though not oozing with confidence it rather, drips with saturated curiosity; THE KIND of which draws the BASTARD nearer.    he should turn the other way,  and head back to his mother.    she cared for him as ANY MOTHER could, with open arms and soft words.           yet she was capable of being stern.  she was a NORTHERN WOMAN after all,  and his mistakes were not allowed to be swept under the rug.  he was raised, to be a STRONG BOY;     despite a figure, far from his ‘father’s, and resembling more that of his mother’s--            a BROTHEL WHORE. 

and so he stands there; CHIN HIGH, dirt smudged under his jaw--        the lad, does not oft look so DISHEVELED.    he is well taken care of, by the warden of the north; and by his mother.   though he lives outside of WINTERFELL’S WALLS; watchful eyes of the quiet wolf, gaze over him at times fondly as he does the same with his OWN bastard.

                                                              ❛ your grace. ❜

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     i’m online!! !  !!    and wanting to do some stuff with elc on his blog today-- productivity and stuff like that.

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      ❛ you’re the king’s brother? ❜   THE DEAD KING that is--     though it is known elcrise, like MYA & EDRIC; is one of robert’s bastards,     the last thing he would do is call A MAN he’d never known, his father.                     such a title needs to be EARNED, and not given as if deserved.  ROBERT BARATEON is--      or rather was, the king; and for all intensive purposes, a DONER.       ❛ i can’t see why you’ve come so far north, robb has ALREADY started his battles southward.       if you’ve planned on speaking WITH HIM, you’ve come too late.❜

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what my favorite characters deserve: not fucking that

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             whereas her  trueborn  siblings look as though they had been crafted from the finest form of SUNLIGHT, her bastard brother shared more of her features than any of them combined. it brought a  pleasant feeling to the usually bitter princess —- one of belonging. she pushes the thought from her mind, not wanting her brain to delve too deeply.

ELC. what a fitting nickname. she lets a gentle smile inch onto her pale  features, more genuine than the rancid sweetness she so often offered  the inhabitants of king’s landing. 

                  “ elcrise.”     she repeats the name, testing it on her voice.                    she pauses for a moment “ i’m assume you know who i am?”

    he is the kings bastard, ONE OF THREE--      there is his half brother, edric and his half sister, mya.           though he’s sure there are  MANY MORE; they are the only few that are ACKNOWLEDGED, and therefor given the surnames of their places of birth.    mya stone, edric storm, & elcrise snow.   he’s unfortunately, never had the chance to meet his ‘family’.  and so the only family he knows, is his mother;       and THE (former) KIND LORD eddard stark, who gave elcrise a tutor for HIS EDUCATION.             he’s been, as well off as any whore’s son could be.  actually, even better-- at times, that is.   for a bastard, is still a bastard. to NOBLE, and to COMMON FOLK alike.    he may share the kings blood in his veins.  but he was conceived out of adultery, and betrayal of a most SACRED VOW.    it’s plain and simple, really--   but it could be worse.  at least he was sent gifts for his name day, from far away in a place he could only dream of. A PLACE, warm and bright with sun.  he’s too fond of THE NORTH however, to dream of it for long. he favors ice, over fire;   & if he were to die by the hand of either one,        it would be BY WINTER’S GRASP so that he may return to the ice, from which he was borne.

❛ you would be the princess, the town folk-- myself included, heard you were arriving; word travels fast in these parts. ❜

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wulfenflesh:

                                                           ɴᴏ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ.

                               a bolton bastard original character, for game of thrones.

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    i know its illogical, and not likely but--      sometimes i think abt a young elcrise, and young gendry as being CUTE LIL’ SHITS and BROTHERS to each other either in a modern verse, or some whacky au.

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raMSAY AND ELCRISE ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

        send me the name of a ship and i can only reply with ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) or ( ͡° _ʖ ͡°) 

                          ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

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send me the name of a ship and i can only reply with ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) or ( ͡° _ʖ ͡°)

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       #gets reminded that elc should probably walk the other way if he ever sees a smol blond lion by the name of joffrey and proMPTLY FUCKING AGREES.

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    stormy baratheon eyes rest upon the bastard. he was one of her father’s,   she thought dryly.   a king’s son,  but not a  prince —- she wondered if all his bastards had his look.         she tries to seem uninterested, but she wanted to know more of the boy. 

                     “  —- tell me your name. “

      they look much alike, this even A BLIND MAN- could see.  for it is in their eyes, in their skin and in their hair.  they are of antlers, and tan hides of short fur.             OH, they truly are brother and sister and this is far more true than the SO CALLED ‘relation’ she shares to the LIONESS’ ill-born children.                 elcrise, has never thought of them.  ‘his siblings’.  the ones deemed royalty, by the flip OF A COIN.   had the gods favored elcrise, more than they favored a boy LIKE JOFFREY;       than maybe it would be the current king, that were bastard-- and elcrise, the one on the throne.            but the thing is, HE DOESN’T want the throne.  HE DOESN’T want to see the south, or leave the north.  his heart, AND his hands are clammy with winter’s chill.               without such a soft breeze, bringing with it traces of FROST from beyond the wall--   elcrise, might as well melt like the knights made of snow, he saw children making only a FORTNIGHT ago.

                ❛ elcrise, my lady.   though my mother calls me elc, if you would prefer it. ❜

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