homeless forever (I am going to hell)

[flays]

Do you think this wise? I would not play games with the trueborn Lord of Winterfell.

[ a smile ]

I am not one to lose. Mayhaps if you give me good sport I'll name a bitch for you.

( ooc: ...just warning ahead of time for likely triggers in the comments )

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[winterfell_born]

...

What are you doing here?

[flays]

[ well, what do we have here... ]

Lady wife.

1/2

[winterfell_born]

[Okay now she's just like ...WHAT?]

[winterfell_born]

...Are you gone mad?

I'm not your wife. I'm not anyone's wife.

[northerner]

You are hardly the trueborn Lord of Winterfell.

[flays]

[ someone taught a boy with a wolf's head how to speak. well... no matter. like any good dog, it just has to be broken. ]

And who is to say otherwise, King Robb? Or do I now call you 'goodbrother'? Your sister warms my bed and has gladly given me her birthright.

[ And who was to say otherwise? ]

[northerner]

She would do neither gladly.

[ and the fault there was robb's, was it not? he had been meant to protect them all, and he had failed. it weighed heavily upon his shoulders. ]

Your time in Winterfell shall come to a poor end. Mark my words.

[handofwinter]

You are no Lord of Winterfell.

[flays]

[ odd, wasn't it? in these places men could regrow their heads.

but he won't have a dead man telling him what does and does not belong to him. ]

What else would you call your daughter's husband when all the rest are dead, Eddard Stark?

[handofwinter]

As you can see, I am not dead. Nor are the others.

Which daughter of mine do you claim to be husband to?

[krakeness]

You are no more a Lord of Winterfell - [ than my idiot brother? ] - than you are trueborn.

[flays]

You would make for fine sport, my lady.

[ ...and someone may or may not be seething with rage. ]

[krakeness]

Aye, and name each dog I slay for me. You'll have a sea of Ashas to drown in once I'm done.

[ good, rage more. some of these greyjoys have balls unflayed balls balls of steel enough to withstand it. or iron. ]

save a space for meeee

[turncloak]

m-My Lord. Is it a game you're seeking here?

[ No, please, no. ]

only if I can sit beside you...

[flays]

Hardly. I believe that she may fear me.

[ ...just the man he wanted to see. but something is not quite right about him. not quite right at all. a frown. ]

You look well, Reek.

[ too well. ]

( u n s u r e )

[turncloak]

My lord...

[ No, no, it wasn't, was it, it was: ]

M'lord. A chance of fortune, nothing more. It means nothing. It- it changes nothing.

[ He wants to beg, fears to start, in case it germinates ideas. As though they're ideas his lordship hasn't probably had already, seeing all those fingers back and ripe for taking, his teeth — Theon licks his teeth — just waiting to be shattered again. ]