daen3rysstormborn:

Woman? Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap if I took you for a man.”

Indie RP blog for Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. 

  • Multiverse, Multiship
  • OC, double, and crossover friendly
  • Written by paule’
  • Mun has 16+ years of experience 
  • Multiple RPing formats

isylaofwyl:

jorcassel:

Jory had seen the handmaiden arriving long before she had made herself known and he knew his time with Islya was cut short. He kept his mouth closed as she spoke about her lord husband, the words ‘I’m here’ caught in his throat and as he glanced over at Islya as he pulled away fro the kiss, forcing himself to do so, knowing she was having similar thoughts. 

“Allow me to escort you both to him.” Jory said, looking at the young girl, making it clear he was going to go with Islya no matter what the girl said, and she just nodded, too scared and cold to say much else and offered Islya a smile. A rare gentle smile.

It’s going to be fine. Jory thought to himself as he walked with the two women to greet Lord Glover and Jory relished in seeing the Lord’s face as he made it a point to stay close to Isyla as the old Lord came ino view and he shuddered at the thought of his dear lady wife having to share a bed with this man. 

Lord Glover was an older man, but he was like any Northern man. The appeal was rugged and modest, his long ginger hair was losing its lustre with greys speckled through. The sight of his young, Dornish wife made him smile, but it changed into something of quiet rage when he recognized the man beside her.

  Her husband, back from the dead. He had only heard word recently, but by then he had already stolen the opportunity to have the girl for himself. Ned had been hesitant about it, the age difference was significant, but Robb was quick to keep the Lords supporting hin, content. 

The man had been holding out, 45 long years for a wife good enough hold the attention of the old brute. Now that a supposed corpse was walking, didn’t mean he could have her back. 

“Ahh, My beautiful wife.” He made it a point to take her to his side, far from the Captain of Winterfells guard. “Thank you for returning her to me.” He spoke through gritted teeth and kissed her lovingly on lips. 


Isyla was screaming on the inside, she was sure Jory would just stab the Lord in the throat and steal her away. But she was also sure of his loyalty to Robb and house Stark. She could only offer him an apologetic look, truly helpless at the mercy of this man. 

“I trust your journey was enjoyable.” She replied to the man that now believed he owned her. His kiss felt wrong, especially in the presence of the man that she truly belonged to. “Thank you, Jory.” I love you- Her eyes conveyed.

Jory’s fingernails dug into his palms as Lord Glover took Islya from his side and he only nodded as Lord Glover spoke, figuring he shouldn’t speak because he feared what would have come if he began to speak. But as he watched Isyla being kissed by him, it was breaking him. This man didn’t have the right to do what he was doing and Jory wanted to steal Islya away, hurt Lord Glover. Jory knew if he did he would risk Robb’s war, risk his alliances. He prayed to the Gods Galbert would die soon and he could take back his wife. 

“You’re most welcome Islya.” He ignored Glover’s words. “Should you need me for any reason, you know where to find me.” He made a point to draw out his words, looking at Glover the whole time, seething with anger and he knew he needed to talk to Robb at some point, but was being called by a new recruit asking for Jory to train them. “Excuse me, I’m afraid i am needed.” He slowly and reluctingly left, his eyes not leaving Islya until he was forced to. 

Jory had seen the handmaiden arriving long before she had made herself known and he knew his time with Islya was cut short. He kept his mouth closed as she spoke about her lord husband, the words ‘I’m here’ caught in his throat and as he glanced over at Islya as he pulled away fro the kiss, forcing himself to do so, knowing she was having similar thoughts. 

“Allow me to escort you both to him.” Jory said, looking at the young girl, making it clear he was going to go with Islya no matter what the girl said, and she just nodded, too scared and cold to say much else and offered Islya a smile. A rare gentle smile.

It’s going to be fine. Jory thought to himself as he walked with the two women to greet Lord Glover and Jory relished in seeing the Lord’s face as he made it a point to stay close to Isyla as the old Lord came ino view and he shuddered at the thought of his dear lady wife having to share a bed with this man. 

isylaofwyl:

jorcassel:

He didn’t want to hear her say those words, as it only made the reality of the situation sink in even more. Jory wiped away her tears and kissed her lips and her cheeks, and lastly on the forehead. Trying to contain his anger at hearing how Robb had allowed for this to happen. His hands clenched around Isyla, he had never hated Robb but hearing that the young man had known about Isyla’s marriage, had known Jory to be alive and kept this from him….

“He’s allowed us both to suffer….” The words came out harsher then he had expected them to. “I cannot allow this to continue. Lord Glover will annul his marriage to you. He’s a loyal, good man.” Jory tried to persuade himself, though he knew if he were in Galbart’s position he would fight to the death to keep Isyla and Jory would do so if it meant keeping what was and is rightfully his. 

“They both will see what they have done and Robb will see the error in his ways” 

Yes, Galbart was a good man, but a man that had waited a long while to wed, Isyla wasn’t so sure he would simply discard her. She could feel him tensing around her, the feel of his lips on her reminded her of herself, they emptiness slowly washing away. 

“Robb was only doing what he thought to be right, my love. He couldn’t lose an ally.” She tried to reason with him, Jory was a passionate man, it was part of what had attracted her to him in the first place. “I’m sure it will work out.” It was her turn to convince herself. Her hand pressed firmly against his chest to try calming his thundering heart, her own heart aching. 

“You have to calm yourself before talking to Robb. Walk with me, Then we will go see him.” 

Jory at this point wouldn’t listen to reason. He was beyond it now. Jory helped Isyla to her feet and kept holding her close to him, not wanting to let her go now that had her. He lifted her hand on his chest and pressed his lips to the delicate skin and shook his head. “You’re right. Yes, let’s walk.” Jory took her hand in his and began to walk out from the halls and outside towards the Godswood, letting go of her hand finally before he felt tears running down his face as he tried to remain stoic. “I still am waiting to wake up from this dream…” He told Isyla in a horse whisper.

memeroundups:

Confrontation! Sentence Memes

  • You don’t think of anyone but yourself.
  • Admit it, you’re scared aren’t you?
  • You’re out of control!
  • I hardly ever recognize you anymore, you’ve changed.
  • You spend all your time locked up doing lord knows what!
  • Don’t sneak up on me like that.
  • I heard the commotion last night… it must of been a terrible dream.
  • Listen, about last night…
  • Here’s a tip, stop hiding behind excuses each time someone is worried about you.
  • Why are you alone most of the time?
  • Weren’t you friends with them?
  • Aren’t you tired of lying to yourself?
  • I should have known better… than to be fooled by you.
  • You’re pretty satisfied with serving on your knees most of the time, huh?
  • Quit getting in my face.
  • I’m warning you, get off my back.
  • I didn’t need your help.
  • What’s your problem with me?
  • You say you don’t recognize me, but you’re the one who’s changed.
  • When will you quit pretending to care? I’m tired of your lip service.
  • You can’t stand being next to me. Why is that?
  • Not everyone is going to leave you, but not everyone is going to stay.
  • You’re gonna get nothing but sass from me if you don’t change the topic.
  • How many have you killed?
  • What if they catch you?
  • This is dangerous…
  • I know you didn’t have the best relationship with your father/mother…
  • You’re tired of fighting, aren’t you?
  • What have you ever gotten out of this?
  • They’re using you. 
  • I was only using you.
  • I’ve known your secret this entire time.
  • Do you really think no one will find out?
  • Someone is bound to see the true you and I’ll be there for your reckoning.
  • You only push me away. Let me help.
  • Are you suggesting we commit treason?
  • Don’t fool yourself, you’re just as loathsome as I am.
  • Stop. I won’t have these unnecessary misgivings. Focus on your task.
  • Your skepticism is easy to read. What is it that you’re doubting?
  • In the end, we’ve only gotten more pain. I’m sick of this.
  • You’re going to run away?
  • We’re escaping. Tonight.
  • Make no mistake, we’re not friends.
  • You’re low. Lower than scum.
  • I’m only helping you this once.
  • Be a little more grateful about my help, you would of been a goner.
  • You can’t do this alone, let me go with you.
  • You keep can’t doing this yourself, let me intervene I’m sure we can resolve this.
  • You keep being singled out, it isn’t fair.
  • Quit mothering me, I said I’ve got this under control.
  • Maybe you should stop worrying about me and look at yourself first.
  • Help me? You could hardly help yourself.
  • Of course making friends would be easy for you, you’re eager to please.
  • You really are an emotionless robot.
  • How can you brush me off, if you’ve never even given me a chance?
  • Don’t touch me.
  • Get out.
  • Get away from them!
  • Watch out!
  • You’re in danger.
  • Your loved one is in danger.
  • If you won’t do it, I’m sure your friend wouldn’t mind being in your place.
  • Please. Talk to me.
  • Don’t you ever say that again.
  • Don’t pretend we’re friends.
  • It was easy for your friends to abandon you. 
  • Shut up!
  • Let go of me.
  • Tell them how you really feel.
  • You’re not fooling anyone with your haughty display of strength.
  • Offended? I’m surprised. I thought you were hollow and unfeeling.
  • Tell me where it is.
  •  You said you’d never lie to me.
  • There’s nothing wrong in doing what is absolutely necessary. The ends justify the means.
  • You obey order without question, you’re just a docile dog aren’t you?
  • Maybe if you stopped being such an ice queen people would enjoy being around you.
  • You scorn others around you but you’ve never once stopped to open your eyes.

RP starters: Concern.

yourmusings:

  • “It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”
  • “Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”
  • “Blood? Are you bleeding?”
  • “I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”
  • “I thought I would never see you again…”
  • “We should get you to hospital.”

  • “Where did all those bruises came from?”
  • “I have the right to be worried!”
  • “Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”
  • “Sleep at my place tonight.”
  • “I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”
  • “Please talk to me about it.”
  • “Let me take care of you.”
  • “You need to rest now. Don’t move.”
  • “How many times have I told you to not go there?”
  • “You could’ve died, you know…”
  • “I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”
  • “You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”
  • “This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”
  • “Are you sure you’re okay?”
  • “You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”
  • “I’m your friend, of course I care!”
  • “You know I’m always here for you, right?”
  • “You’re not okay.”
  • “I’m just trying to help you.”
  • “Let me clean your wounds…”
  • “Why did you do it? Tell me.”

Need to make 3 or 4 starters, reply to about 4 or so posts on Jory 

5ish posts on Lauyrn need replied to

These all will get done within this week. School is being a butt and being difficult , plus I have early birthday celebration with my friend on saturday. (Our birthdays are two days apart and she’s leaving town next week so we’re doing it early. Next week will be busy as well)