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[ARIADNE] ((mother of ramsay snow)) indie asoiaf oc blog

[theproudestlion-archive]

  "Now please…it’s almost a compliment from a man such as I.  Or perhaps an insult."

He smirked at the idea himself though, for he wasn’t exactly the sort to just let a woman strike him…though he certainly liked this common-born woman.

      “One could also argue that at one time the gods favored me so.  I didn’t become what I am through pure skill.  Luck had a lot to do with it.”

[xrchin]

❝ Men are full of insults. And, oftentimes, shit. ❞

She shrugged, tone flat.

❝ You certainly came out of the right womb. Luck

seems to have quite a lot to do with that. Though I

suppose I can call myself lucky--t'is not so often that

a Westeros born woman is skilled with a blade.❞  

[theproudestlion-archive]

  "Oh, not so old ma’am.  But you are no miss, surely, and Lady might be an insult to you."

He smirked in amusement, and long but even strides carried him with a measured speed towards the gardens as he held back a grin at the idea.

"As for price, dear lady, I doubt I couldn’t find some way of buying you.  Though I find myself hardly in such a mood."

[xrchin]

❝ If you were to call me such I would be tempted to strike you. ❞

The very idea of a peasant hitting the Lord Lannister was amusing.

She couldn't help but to chuckle at the thought. Her own stride matched

his own, if only because she was so used to men being unwilling to slow

their pace for a woman. ❝ A man that could buy me the family I never

was able to have would have to be quite the friend of the gods indeed. ❞

[mechanizedjaws-deactivated20180]

  Ramsay pressed against her side comfortably, far more familiar than how he had been with Locke when he told him of his exploits with the Kingslayer. "Yes and have you heard of Moat Cailin? I took that in the name of Bolton as well." 

[xrchin]

❝ And someday you will take lands for your own instead of

your father's--someday. ❞ She felt an odd mixture of pride

and sadness when she looked upon her son. If she had not

left him so early in life, perhaps he would not lust for blood 

like he so often did--but he was her son. She'd love him. No

matter the consequences. ❝ When these lands are yours all

will bow to you and not a soul will dare refer to you as Snow. ❞

[kingofthelannisterpride]

  "The man is an ice sculpture - anything would suffice. They say he practices the Rite of the First Night." It was not phrased as a question, as it rarely was.

[xrchin]

❝ That he does. Roose Bolton takes what he wants.

Always. ❞ It did not matter if the man had to wait a 

year or a thousand--he was patient and cold. ❝ I've

little personal resentment toward the man, though his

practices are questionable where morals are deemed

important. ❞

[xrchin]

løvinne (lioness)

it is the lion that guards the house, but it is the lioness that the lion bends knee to. (indie...

i remade my joanna lannister account--wish me luck

[little-miss-tragedy]

I wish I could have at least told you goodbye, but I didn’t know there was a goodbye to be said.

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[xrchin]

flayedmonster:

❝Mother-❞

Ramsay’s strong arms around the woman; arms that

were capable of causing so much pain and destruction,

now held the woman in such a gentle way. He was…

Happy. Never before had he been praised by a

parent figure in his life. He grew up alone, in which

had had blamed his mother for all his life.

❝Thank you.❞

 ❝ No, thank you. ❞

She let herself smile and feel joy for the first time in decades.

It had been too long--far too long--and she thanked the gods

that Ramsay accepted her back into his life.

 ❝ Thank you for being strong. For being brave. I know that

being alone is difficult. If there is anything I can do for you--

Just say the word. Anything. ❞

[xrchin]

 ❝ Of course, your Majesty--

Oh, wait, excuse me. Lady Lannister. ❞

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[abrokenlittlebird]

  ❝I am not afraid - I merely did not see you, for a moment.  Please, forgive me.❞

[xrchin]

 ❝ A noblewoman asking a peasant to

forgive her? I must be hallucinating. Or

senile. Or both. ❞

[xrchin]

theproudestlion:   

"A better descriptor for some of my kin I cannot imagine."

He smirked darkly, then folded his hands behind his back, and then shook his head.

"It is almost a point of pride that I have taken whores and left them dazed, ma’am.  It would hardly sully my reputation.  Come, the gardens are beautiful, and my lady wife ensured they were so long before her death."

❝ Ma'am? Seven hells, I'm getting old. ❞ She'd turned thirty no

so long ago, yet she liked to think that her age did not show so

easily. Perhaps she'd have crows feet if she smiled more often,

yet that was not so. Ariadne had little reason to smile outside of

morbid humor. She fell into step beside him, curly hair bouncing

as they went forward. ❝ T'is most stunning, though I cannot compare

it to any others--and speaking of the former, I fear I would cost far too

much even for you, my Lord. ❞ 

[xrchin]

flayedbastard:

  Ramsay wouldn’t admit to being afraid of his father. He thought himself better than that. "I would not serve such a thing to my mother on this reunion. I’ll have them make whatever you want." Within reason, but game was plentiful in the woods and trade was good on the side of Lannisters.

❝ Anything fresh, truly. I'm not picky. ❞ She fell into step

with him, wrapped an arm around his shoulder as they 

walked. ❝ You'll have to tell me what you've been up to,

sweetling. I've heard of your exploits at Winterfell.❞ 

[theproudestlion-archive]

  "An idea I wish I could support, and yet they are my kin, whatever the pompous fools are.  Though your assessment of them is accurate enough as it goes…if one adds a lack of backbone to most of them."

The lord almost shrugged, and motioned before him before folding his hands neatly.

"Care to join me for a walk through the gardens?  Perhaps the flowers and sunlight shall ease both our tempers."

[xrchin]

❝ Good to know most of the Lannisters are closer related to a

sponge instead of a lion.  ❞ Sarcasm thick in her tone, she made

no effort to act as if she were a lady of noble origin. She knew

who she was--what she was--and it did little to dishearten her.

❝ I cannot say that I've seen a proper garden in many years. ❞

She smiled hesitantly, not quite wanting to think back of the times

when Ramsay was but a babe in her arms. Years later and it was

still too soon. ❝ Though you ought to be careful, my Lord. I hardly

wish to sully the reputation of Lord Tywin Lannister by being seen

by jealous Ladies in overly tight corsets. ❞    

[flayedxman]

The bastard eyed his mother with his fathers eyes.                      ❝ What do you want? ❞ He asked.                 Trying to figure her out. The last time he saw her, he had been a young boy and not the best son a mother could have wished for.                He did not know her, he forgot all about her. Or maybe he suppressed?        She was a stranger to him and he needed to                                 get to know her before he could decide   if she was worth his time or not.

[xrchin]

❝ All I wanted was to make sure that I did

the right thing--❞ Ariadne's own eyes were 

unreadable. Seven hells, he looked so much

like his father that it hurt. ❝ And I stand by

what I did. Whatever you may think of me is

worth the fact that you have a home. ❞ 

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  Jeyne’s silence translated to fear. She’d betrayed herself. Ariadne was an intelligent woman and had surely picked up on it. But she couldn’t have Ramsay’s children — she simply couldn’t! The country was at war. Her son or  daughter would not be safe if they were to be born to the bastard of the Dreadfort. They’d be smothered in their sleep, and not just by those who opposed the Boltons. Jeyne would bet her life on it that Ramsay would not prove to be the loving and nurturing father.

“You just called me Jeyne.” The Bastard’s bride stated abruptly and interrupting her mother-in-law. There was no use pretending. If Ariadne was the only one that could save Jeyne from Ramsay, she needed the woman on her side. Instead, the girl sighed, her gaze fixated onto her wrung wrists in her lap. ”How long have you known?"

The hand on her shoulder did little to comfort Jeyne. “I was taught by Lord Baelish on how to please a man, but none of that has prepared me for what I have experienced. I don’t know what to do? What does he want from me?”

[xrchin]

❝ I did. ❞ It was all bullshit, after all. The little wolf girl was missing, but this child was older than Arya Stark. ❝ And now I know that you are no Stark--truth be told, I only knew rumors--until now. ❞ And they say peasants are stupid.

❝ All Lords know how to do is ruin lives and fuck--do not mistake low cunning for actual intellect. ❞ She spoke more of Roose than of Baelish, for she had not met the Lord Protector of the Vale.

❝ He wants you to break--once he is bored of you. From what I've made of the situation with Theon Greyjoy, he enjoys breaking his toys once they're no longer of use whole. ❞ Ariadne paused, looking down at the girl's hands before removing her own hand from the girl's shoulder. ❝ You can't stay here--not forever--or your end will be a very sad one indeed. For now, I suppose I ought to help you, hm?  ❞     

[theproudestlion-archive]

  "Suggestion implies intent, my Lady.  My only intent is to distance myself from the inane babbling of my kin."

A small smirk followed the words, but it flickered away quickly.  It was hard to maintain any sign of mirth, no matter how small, with Joanna gone.  Besides, he was more curious than amused.

[xrchin]

❝ I've always found nobles to be pompous and gluttonous.

Perhaps your kin enjoy the sound of their own voices too

much. ❞  She rested a hand on her hip, oddly confident despite

the Lord's presence. ❝ The echoes of Castamere's halls suit

them, if that is the case. Perhaps you ought send them there.  ❞