His Eyes Were Older Stil

Wex Pyke Got nothing left to lose

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[wexofpyke]

   From his deep slumber, the teenage boys emerges, eyes going straight to the calender. The calender still says January, but that doesn't stop the feeling he gets. The feeling that says, Yes, this is my time. 

   No one is safe.

[wexofpyke]

williamplayspeare liked your post:    Strong sense of disliking towards yo

All right, four people. The lord in weird clothing can stay.

[wexofpyke]

    Strong sense of disliking towards you Southerners and your weirdness.

[watersdrowningsong-deactivated2]

Lies on top of Freyja because bestiiiiie.

[pushes off huffing]

i don’t like you no moreeeeeeee

u suck

[wexofpyke]

[HURT]

[Pouts]

[BUT LIKE IN A MANLY WAY BECAUSE HE'S IRONBORN AND SHIT]

[wexofpyke]

"You’re adorable."

Wex lets out a silent snort at her words. She can go jump off cliffs all she’d like. He doesn’t care. (All right, he cares a little. She is, technically speaking, his best friend. Or whatever.) Wex has been here longer than she has, though, long enough to know that that water isn’t green because there’s an unholy amount of seaweed down there. It’s fucking green because toxins or something. It’s green because the CEOs around here would die if a little dirt got on their suits but won’t give one shit if the sea is polluted. He pinches her cheek with his fingers, just to rile her up, while holding onto the railing of the bridge with his unoccupied hand. 

[wexofpyke]

"Come on, just hit me!"

Wex’s jaw drops. He looks rather comical, eyes wide and mouth gaping open. If he were someone passing by, he’d laugh at the scene. Unfortunately, he isn’t just passing by; he’s smack in the middle of the whole ordeal. Just hit me. She wasn’t…he doesn’t think she was serious, but there’s a whirl of emotions going through him and none of them are light. Just hit me. Just hit me. Just hit me. His chest feels tight as he recalls another voice, one he had assumed he’d forgotten, going through his head in a tone that didn’t match Alys’ at all. He clears his throat to get that horrible sense of unease away from him before he cracks a small, unwanted smile, rolling his eyes at the girl in front of him to show that he wasn’t affected by that  at all. And why should he be? He was a boy from Pyke! People from that little city didn’t feel scared or helpless. 

[wexofpyke]

[text]You free tomorrow?[/text]

(Text) Only until the afternoon. Why?(/Text)

[themirroredlannister-deactivate]

[text: that Pyke boy] …So what? Why should I care about honour?

[text: that Pyke boy] And if you aren’t worried about what they’ll do, why didn’t you want me to tell anyone????

[text: that Pyke boy] Liar. EVERYONE’S scared of my family!!!

[wexofpyke]

(Text) I don't know? People with big families seem to always care about honor? (/Text)

(Text) Becauuuuse you're a Lannister? And Lannisters like making it seem like you'e the bad guy? (/Text)

(Text) Theon isn't! I've got him on my side alright (/Text)

[gammaslamma]

Send my muse one of the following

[wexofpyke]

"Who did this to you?" "I’m ashamed of you." "I hate you." "You disgust me." "I love you." "Don’t go, please!" "Just leave already." "I don’t care about you." "I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many dogs at once…" "I don’t love you." "I lied." "You’re pathetic."  "You need to sleep sometime."  "Come on, just hit me!"  "Leave me alone!" "Don’t touch me." "I wish I’d never met you." "You’re adorable." "Do you have a cuddle buddy yet?" "Mind if I sleep here tonight?" "You’re beautiful."

[wexofpyke]

Jeyne Poole, 14, 5' 4", I like crosheting and baking and not being tortured. I want to be your valentine because youre nothing but nice to me.

A silent and awkward laugh because he did not expect this. All right?

Moments later and then a nod because it can’t be that bad, and there is no point in possibly upsetting her.

[wexofpyke]

Now accepting formal applications to be my valentine.

Name: Arianne Nymeros Martell Age: 23 Height: Five foot two Location: Sunspear Interests: Failed coronation, wine drinking, riding, scheming with Tyene, seducing cute people Why do you want to be my valentine: because it would be fun and we can spend the day judging people based on their outfits.

Huh.

A quick nod, approved.

[wexofpyke]

Now accepting formal applications to be my valentine.

Name: Age: Height: Location: Interests: Why do you want to be my valentine:

[queenmakcr-archived]

Fine… we’ll get Hotah A G A I N

Mayhaps Ari will be defending his honour some say instead.

It’s a good thing you’re cute.

[wexofpyke]

Smiles weakly at least Hotah has more strength and a more fearsome growl than he.

He supposes, if he could, he would apologize. Just this once. He does not make a habit out of feeling sorry. 

He settles with touching her shoulder lightly, and then realizes that there might not really be a way of apologizing without words. 

[godlywarrior-deactivated2013100]

Come Tell ME what you think of how I RP MY muse, I can only publish.

I’m curious to know! Do you like how I RP as them? Do you hate it? How can I improve? SEND ME AN ASK; LET ME KNOW!

[queenmakcr-archived]

wexofpyke replied to your post:*squeezes ari’s boobs*

//scuse u anon but ari is married 2 wex ok (I’m leaving right now)

Yes husband go defend my honour and all.

[wexofpyke]

Your husband would but your husband a) is very scrawny and will get hurt and b) knows you can defend your own honor so will be standing here in the corner, cheering you on. 

[ameliapondsicle-blog1]

Reblog if I can send you texts IC

[hollowhillknight]

Gendry looks at the stranger from behind a tree, the boy looks harmless, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t be careful. He knows nothing of the stranger after all.  Crack. Right, careful also involves not stepping on sticks. He draws his sword in a heartbeat and steps out from his place behind the tree. “Who are you?” he says quickly, looking at the boy. 

[wexofpyke]

Wex stares at the sword for a good few moments, his thoughts alternating between run and push him to the ground, steal his sword, and then run. The man doesn't seem exactly ready to get into a fight, which is good, because he could probably break his neck and then drink wine out of it. Wex settles with a peaceful approach, and how convenient is it that he's got the rock right next to him. He holds tightly onto the dagger, but still lowers it as he picks up the rock and tosses it to him. Wonder if he can read. He does not look highborn exactly, which is always good, because the lordlings seems to be more inclined to hurt people than those lowborn such as himself. He eyes the man warily, tilting his head to the side as he waits for some reaction, any reaction.