the 'most likely to...' awards

[aprescoup]

Interrupting your scheduled event/tdm for...

"MOST LIKELY TO..." AWARDS


1. List your characters, one/comment.

2. Tag top levels with funny 'Most Likely to...' awards your character would give the top-levelling character, if honesty compelled them ( ex: 'Most Likely to Murder Us in Our Sleep,' 'Most Likely to End Up at the Bottom of the Ocean,' 'Most Likely to Have a Dark & Mysterious Past' ). Or +1 an existing award!

3. Tag back ICly with your character's reaction to the award, if your heart desires.

4. Profit??? Profit.

Comments

cw: Rape

[thebrideoffire]

So long as there is some level of order in the lands, Ser King. Such practices stay with women and kill them slowly inside. I will not tolerate it. Whether I am your queen or not, there will be a day I return to Westeros. I do not want the smallfolk to suffer any longer.

It was the same for me when my Sun and Stars died.

[northerndragon]

[Omggggggggggs, respect Northern sovereignty, etc etc. This definitely gets her A Look.]

Do you really think that’s the way in lands I rule?

[thebrideoffire]

[She doesn't flinch.]

It's the way of many lands ruled by men.

[northerndragon]

It isn’t the way in the North. Not in my hands, or my father’s.

[thebrideoffire]

No? You have soldiers and I imagine they act as they often do.

[northerndragon]

Not with any leave. If I saw one of my men doing that, I’d kill him myself.

[thebrideoffire]

I wonder what the smallfolk of the North might say if asked?

[northerndragon]

They’d likely complain to you of Ramsay Bolton, who is dead.

[thebrideoffire]

I have never heard this name.

Cw Ramsay Bolton

[northerndragon]

After the Lannisters murdered my brother and a good portion of the North’s strength, they installed their own creature, a traitor, Roose Bolton. Ramsay was his son.

The man who would have allowed those things, who reveled in those things — that was him. I would say that he was dead at my hand, I would like to have killed him, but I gave him to my sister to kill. They had married her to him.

You can’t tell her. She is forewarned, but I will not tell her what he will do to her. We left nothing of him, in the end.

[thebrideoffire]

[It doesn't slip her notice that he knows how it feels to have his seat of power usurped. What a surprise that it was a man unworthy of that position. Ned Stark wasn't here to see it, but what would he think if he could?

She couldn't say. She knew nothing of the man, only that his children loved him.]

You were fortunate to return home again.

[northerndragon]

We had to fight for every little inch of it, and even that might not have been enough. A giant died helping us take back Winterfell. Hundreds of men, a slaughter like I’ve never seen.

But aye, there was luck in it too. If there was not, I would not hold the place now.

[thebrideoffire]

Giants truly exist?

[northerndragon]

[A brief silence.]

Not anymore. The last I know of died that day. He broke through the castle gate and Bolton killed him.

[thebrideoffire]

That truly is heart breaking.

[northerndragon]

He was willing to fight for us because I had done what I could to help his people, and the other Free Folk. We fought for them at Hardhome. They fought for us at Winterfell. And because we hold it, the Free Folk, and the North, we all have a chance against the army of the dead. Not a victory — just a chance.

[thebrideoffire]

Respect must be earned then. I understand that.

They sound like admirable people.

[northerndragon]

They are just people, like anyone else. Some good, some bad. Surely it must be the same with your Dothraki and your Meereenese.

[thebrideoffire]

There are. I was thinking but a moment ago how similar your Freefolk are to my Dothraki. They too give respect to power and strength.

It is strange, is it not, that we have shared similar journeys in a way? Perhaps our fates are tied?

[northerndragon]

If they weren’t before, they are now.

[thebrideoffire]

Is that your way of saying you will walk the same path as me?

[northerndragon]

It’s my way of saying I already am. Or near enough to it.

[thebrideoffire]

From this day until our last day?

[northerndragon]

[/oblivious as usual]

I don’t know what the future will bring, but until we find our way home, and then we will meet again.

[thebrideoffire]

[She just shuts her eyes for a moment and internally sighs as the point flies over his head.

Gods he's lucky he's pretty.]

Let us at least see what the next destination brings, as we are staying here for some time.