#ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉᵃʳˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵒʷⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒʳⁿˢ { ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰʳᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ }

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@sanguinelupus asked: ❛ i am at your mercy, your grace. ❜  (said sarcastically with tyrion snickering and drunk in the background)

Kai's dark gaze burns as he stares EMPTILY at the Lannister brother, silent as the night that befalls King's Landing. Lit torches flicker and illuminate the walls as the three men talk, laugh, and drink. Though Kai is no longer laughing when Klaus mocks him. All in JEST, but still managing to ignite that spark of rage within the self-made lord all the same. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Kai slowly pours himself another cup of wine, eyes flicking back to Klaus once it's nearly CASCADING over the rim like a waterfall of red.

" How many men have died by your sword, Niklaus? " Fingers TRACE the cup's design, not yet lifting the cup to his mouth to drink. " I suspect a Lannister must have countless. "

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If he could take away all of Jon's PAIN both emotional and physical, he would. Seeing his best friend reduced to this state was miserable. The tear that escapes his eye is like a dagger to the heart and Kai makes quick work of wiping it away smearing blood along with it. He SHUSHES him when he tries to apologize, a soft and soothing sound instead of sharp and riddled with irritation that he'd normally give towards anyone else. But Jon wasn't just anyone.

When he mentions Eddard Stark, there's a twist in his guts, a thick fog of dread that he hasn't felt in years creeping in. It dawns on Kai that he's never mentioned to his lover where exactly he was before Ned's execution. That instead of fighting alongside Robb and other Northern houses, Kai had taken it upon himself to stray into the lion's den and act as a FRIEND instead of an enemy. And even when Ned's head was separated from his body, the very man that treated him more like a son than his own father did, Kai remained at the Lannisters side.

The Lord of Pinefort swallows down the GUILT as he's done so for years and pulls Jon in for a tight hug, speaking quietly in his ear as his hand rubs up and down his back. " I think...that he'd understand. " One of Kai's hands moves into the other's raven hair, unwrapping the tie to let his blood and mud-soaked hair fall free. " He would be so proud of the man you've become, Jon. "

The moment tears begin to form in his eyes, Jon feels worthless. If he can't handle something like this, how will he ever be a proper leader? His father never showed this much weakness. Though if he thinks about it enough, he's sure that Catelyn of all people had seen it from time to time.

Jon's gaze is taken to Kai the moment he opens his eyes, and he finds relief there, if only the tiniest bit. Jon realizes that Winterfell itself isn't what brings him comfort, it's the people inside its walls. Being back was never going to make him feel better, because Winterfell was never truly his home. But Kai was -- Kai is. Kai is home, Sansa is home, Arya is home. They will help him feel at ease again.

With a nod and the faintest of smiles, Jon lets out a breath of relief. "Thank you," he says, quietly. One of his tears escapes, and cuts through the blood soaking his face. "I'm sorry you have to deal with me like this."

There's a long pause, and Jon greatly contemplates his next words. He decides to ask the question anyway, because he trusts and values Kai's opinion. Probably to some kind of fault, but he'll worry about that at a later time. "What do you think my father would say if he saw me this way?"

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@perzysprumia gets a starter for jon <3

" What do you mean the cape is a 'little much'? " Kai looks himself over in the mirror, the black cape with blue silk interwoven throughout and black armor all with INTRICATE design boldly standing out amongst the drab confines of the Lord Commander's quarters. All these years of being by the Lannisters side and perhaps his way of dress reflects more of those in the Red Keep than it did the North.

A flush of embarrassment goes through him when he really takes it all in. It was admittedly a little RIDICULOUS when he could be wearing something to keep him warm from the unforgiving weather. " In my defense...this was not my idea. It was practically a gift. " Kai gestured over the armor.

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@cabinetcuriosities gets a lil starter for sansa

" Must you glare at me like that? " The fork in Kai's hand STABS through the slice of ham, bringing it to his lips after examining it thoughtfully. He did not need to look at Sansa to know that her eyes were BURNING a hole into him. " I would've hoped that my alliance and relationship to your brother would quell some of your hostility. "

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@perzysprumia continued from here .

Kai made a VOW to himself after seeing Jon's cold, bloody corpse and him coming back to life once more. He wasn't going to leave his side, at least not for things like him going past The Wall again to bring back a wight to show Cersei proof the dead were here. Kai's never been this far North before, in the grand scheme of things hardly anyone has. The cold bites unforgivingly at his face, the only part of him not thoroughly covered in pelts of fur.

" You're always serious, Your Grace. " Kai teases him with a smile of his own, briefly mocking Jon's thicker accent. A POWDERY layer of fresh snow kicks up into small clouds with each step they trudge through. " Can we even call you that anymore? Or has the dragon made the wolf her bitch? " The comment isn't said very harshly, in fact it's framed in a joking manner and gets a couple of chuckles from the other men behind them. However, the venom still manages to seep through.

A subsequent bump of his own shoulder against Jon's attempts to SOOTHE any wounds given. " Don't worry so much, I am taking it seriously. It's just difficult to believe until I have it staring me in the face. Which is why Cersei absolutely will not budge an inch unless we give her this, that woman is much more stubborn than I'll ever be. "

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An almost SHOCKED expression forms on his features, the smile widening on his lips as he finds himself rather impressed by the quick-witted remark. It reminds him of something his sister would say, which makes him even more grateful he persuaded Winter to stay behind at Pinefort. Gods only know how she'd probably find a friendship with the Tyrell. " Indeed they do, my lady. And I am very well aware of other attributes needed. We have some fine fish and game where I'm from and our farmlands are more successful than most up in the North. "

The Starks. Winterfell. Those familiar names are like needles being driven into his flesh. Perhaps even a bit of guilt that sickens his stomach ever-so briefly. There's a very subtle switch of his brow and his jaw tensed before Kai can recover enough to reply. " Oh, House Bolton will be spoken to when I return North in due time. But if the Lannisters agree to one as well...what can I say? I aim high. " Kai looks to the cup clutched in Desdemona's hands, catching a GLIMPSE of the clear liquid that sloshed around gently inside. " Not a fan of wine? "

hazel hues watch every single step he makes towards her, defensiveness easily stirring in her. she has to fight the impulse to raise a hand to her concealed stomach. he’s already much too close for her comfort. ‘ men who are loyal die just as easily as men who are not. ’ desdemona’s eyebrow raises as if waiting for the rebuttal. from what little she knows, the only reason kai’s house is anywhere on the map is because of his own ambition. but isn't that how almost all houses start ? which makes him more valuable, or more of an enemy, than the people who follow him.

there is too much going on within these walls for another person to hear. she wants him gone. and from what she’s heard, and noticed of him, she has every single reason to dislike him. ‘ you’re going to have to have more to offer than just two attributes. house tyrell has recently taken house forrester into it’s protection. house forrester has access to some of the best wood around. to be fair..house forrester has also been working for us for - ’ there’s a vague gesture of her hand in idle. ' surely as man as smart as yourself gets the point. '

' i'm surprised you didn't try something a little closer to home. the starks ? no...house bolton currently occupies winterfell, don't they ? you came quite a long way to go home empty handed. '

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@sanguinelupus asked: this was the ONE thing i told you not to do. (something something about agitating cersei)

" Well, in my defense...your nephew, the high and mighty king that he is, was being a royal cunt. An even bigger one than your sister has been as of late. " The corners of Kai's lips stretch upward as well as his dark brows in a brief, but SELF-SATISFIED smirk. He tilts the cup of wine to drown his tongue in the remaining liquid, setting it back on the table with a firm THUNK of the wood. Kai rose up from his chair finally, seemingly continuing to be unbothered by the warning being repeated by the other.

" I was also not the one who struck him. Tyrion was so kind as to do it for me. " Kai moves a few steps towards Klaus, tilting his head and reaching out to give a FRIENDLY pat his shoulder. " But if you're so worried about it, I'll make it up to Cersei later this evening. "

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@zalarys asked: "careful.... they bite."

As with many children of Westeros, Kai grew up hearing the tales of the Targaryens and their MIGHTY dragons that they would ride into battle. Of course, the dragons had been gone for many years before his birth and eventually, assumedly, the Targaryen line itself. Yet here he stands now, staring into the powerful, smoldering red eyes of one. One of three that Daenerys possessed.

Kai can't help but be MESMERIZED by the sight, feeling the hot breath from the scaled beast's flared nostrils hit the palm of his hand when he starts to reach out. It's Daenerys's warning that stops him, causing him to think better of the decision and his hand slowly draws back against his side. " I wouldn't doubt that they do. Seeing them in person is...breathtaking, really. Such a vastly different creature than a horse or mutt. " He glances over his shoulder at the other with a slight smile, " It must be difficult to learn how to handle them. I imagine there's not much you can command a dragon to do. "

The things Kai could do if he did have dragons on his side. The Seven Kingdoms, the Iron Throne, it would all be his within a day if he willed it. Anyone that would oppose him in King's Landing would BURN and turn to ash beneath his feet.

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@perzysprumia asked: ❛  i knew who you were all along.  ❜ (from jon)

" Is that why you looked like you were about to faint, Snow? " Kai's laughter is light and teasing as he climbs down from his saddle. When he was fetched to come see the intruder his men had caught wandering through their land, he hadn't EXPECTED for it to be Jon. How many years has it been since they last spoken or seen each other? They were both just children then, now REUNITED and grown into young men.

Without skipping a beat, Kai steps over and throws his arms around his old friend for a hug, giving a few firm pats to his back and shoulder. " It's good to see you. " He murmurs, pulling back after a few moments to look him in the eye. Time had been far too KIND to Jon, being in such close quarters to the handsome visage practically takes the Lord of Pinefort's breath away. " Why are you all the way out here? Did your father send you or something? "

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@sanguinelupus asked: ❛ you look better in your wanted posters. ❜ (from tyrion bc i need them to interact)

Atop his horse, Kai LOOMED over Tyrion like a shadow, but he supposed even on the ground that would still be the case. The Lord of Pinefort wears a pelt of a wolverine around his shoulders, dressed to the nines in various black and grays as most Northerners often are. " I have wanted posters now do I? " He chuckles, dismounting the steed and handing the reins off to one of the men waiting to receive them.

" Sorry for the disappointment. Though... " Kai looks Tyrion over for a beat, taking a step closer, his boots CRUNCHING the frost-kissed ground underneath his weight. He comes to a stop in front of him, a simper finally settling on his face. " You're not at all what they say you are either, Lord Tyrion. "

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GA.ME OF THR.ONES VERSE-

STATS:

House Name: Anderson House Sigil & Colors: Dark gray flag with a blue honey bee sitting in the middle of a hexagon/honeycomb shape. House Motto: Fear Is Truth Location: Pinefort. Northern, but not as North as Winterfell. Located by the Silent Lake. Weapons: Sword and Dagger ( Sword name: Dreadpiercer ) Horse: Frostbite; A blue roan colored stallion

VERSE SUMMARY:

Born and raised within Winterfell, Kai is the second-born of his father and mother. Though the Anderson's weren't a very wealthy family, they were still well-respected by their community. On the surface, the family of five seemed happy. But behind closed doors Scott was an abusive husband and father, and with the mounting tension and hurt Kai, his siblings, and his mother endured, it only grew worse as years went on.

One fateful night, Kai would walk in on his mother putting a blade through his father's chest before turning the sword on herself, slitting her own throat while Kai watched in horror. Kai remained at his mother's side, frozen from shock and clutching her body in his arms until he was found by his older brother Vincent. Vincent, paranoid that people, especially the Stark's, would shift the blame of their deaths onto them, devised a quick plan to flee Winterfell. In the cover of darkness he and Kai loaded up a wagon with some of their belongings and their parent's covered corpses, bringing their sister Winter along without telling her what had happened until they were far enough away.

The siblings would travel for miles before they find a small, long-abandoned and forgotten fort beside a lake. As desolate and run-down as it is, they make due with it becoming their new home. Vincent brings their parents bodies to the cellar, laying them on slabs of stone and suggesting that the room could serve as a makeshift mausoleum. Kai and Winter, utterly broken down from grief and their long journey, agree to their older brother's suggestion.

As the years pass by and the Anderson siblings fight to survive the harsh winters on their own, they come across various people in need of help either from the cruelty of fellow men or people who simply need shelter and food. Regardless of Vincent's hesitancy, Kai never turned away these individuals, finding a satisfaction in saving those from their hardships. Slowly, Kai finds himself with a community of people who practically view him as a god, respect his advice, and follow his orders. With this newfound power, he decides to create his own house and sigil. A honey bee to symbolize the selfless strength and loyalty of their group. A strange choice for a Northern house sigil, but one that Kai flies on his banners with pride.

This power however, as with most men, goes to Kai's head. He becomes much more erratic and violent at times when he feels he's been wronged or feels the need to enact vengeance. Even going so far as to kill his own brother as an example when he started speaking behind his back about the doubts he was feeling under Kai's leadership. And once word of King Barat.heon and Ned Sta.rk's deaths reach his ears, he's filled with an ambition and lust for more power than he ever considered before. Kai didn't just want to rule over one piece of land. He wanted the Iron Throne and the kingdoms.

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Confusion washes over him when Tobias approaches to apologize for their sister's prior hostility towards him. They had hardly any conversations between each other since they arrived at the Red Keep. Kai was far more occupied with Lannister matters than the Tyrells. Which made it all the more SUSPICIOUS of how exactly Tobias knew of this without Desdemona admitting to it.

" Your sister has loathed me from day one. I don't think there's much to be done in that matter. She's made her judgements and believes what she wants to believe. " Kai nods his head RESPECTFULLY at the other regardless of his words. " I appreciate the offer, but I am not intimidated nor will allow Desdemona's petulancy to offend. "

' i apologize for my sister's behavior. ' it seems that's all they've been doing lately, is apologizing for desdemona's actions. but what she's done for them - it's the least they can do. ' if there is anything i can do to clear up any potential hostile feelings - please do let me know. ' / @hiveruled

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@perzysprumia asked: ❛ pick a god and pray to it. ❜ (from jon, before battle of the bastards methinks)

Kai's onyx gaze follows the other as he moves around the tent, knowing neither of them would be getting the rest needed for tomorrow's battle. It wasn't all HUSHED whispers around the camp anyways, a lot of the men were drinking and ramping themselves up. In the confines of their tent however, the world seemed smaller. Candlelight flickers and DANCES as Kai reaches over it for a cup of ale, swallowing down most of the beverage in one go.

Perhaps he was more nervous about this than he'd admit. With the amount of men in their army, it was a gamble to go up against Ramsay's. And that wasn't even taking into account the horrific things that bastard could pull for his own AMUSEMENT. He had even told Jon earlier that Sansa had been in the right to be skeptical of their odds of coming out of this alive. Mark that one down in the history books.

" Fuck the gods. " Kai declares, setting the cup back down and letting a SLOW exhale fall from his lips. " They aren't going to do shit for us, not that they ever do anything in the first place as far as I'm concerned. What matters is our strategy...and if our soldiers can swing their weapons better. " The last comment is said with a faint but slightly crooked smile.

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[ tag dump for a couple more verses; you can read the summaries on my goo.gle doc. i’ll probably add a couple more to this when i have them written up <3 ] 

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He slowly chews on the bite of food as she speaks, unable to keep the flicker of ANGER from Sansa's response showing in his dark eyes. Quickly he looks down at his plate, turning the utensil over and over in his hand thoughtfully. During the years he spent in the company of the Lannisters, he and Sansa had RARELY spoken to one another despite their ties with Jon and both of them hailing from the North. There was little to no say he had in the matter of her staying in the Red Keep, therefore he held his tongue for the most part.

" You act as if I've offended or done some form of harm to you, Lady Stark. " Kai's gaze raises back up to look across the table at the other. A faint, polite smile graces his face and he tilts his cup back to finish of the ale within it. " If I've done so unknowingly, I apologize. But I do not believe it's appropriate to be questioning your brother's judgement into things that are your own concerns. "

he is the first one to voice words about her gaze. the rest of the accompanying parties realizing the tension, but knowing better to not speak of it. sansa does not care that jon prefers to stay in the company of men, but out of all of them possible this is the one he chooses to adore and spend his time with ? she doesn’t have to be happy about it, and she isn’t going to pretend she is. she knows the type of person kai is. all of her thoughts and observations contribute to an even longer silence between his words and her response. perhaps deliberately keeping him on the edge of his seat. ‘ just because you stay in the company of someone i trust, does not mean i trust you as a result. perhaps jon just continues to make bad choices in the company he keeps. ’

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Before Kai's hand could reach the handle of his own blade tucked away at his side, he felt the COLD steel of Klaus's dig into his chin, freezing him in place. He hears the drag of Tyrion's chair as he stands up and the sound of wine spilling and dribbling onto the floor, but his gaze doesn't dare to leave Klaus. Kai is fairly intoxicated as well, but unfortunately it doesn't do much to dampen his tendency for anger.

With nostrils FLARED, he boldly wraps his hand around the hilt of the dagger as well as Klaus's hand. " Now...where I come from it's not wise to slay a guest in your home. Wrath of the gods and all that. " Kai's lips DANCE into a smirk as well, finally attempting to push the other's hand and the weapon away from his face. Not that he personally believed in any gods anymore. He left all and any faith of that sort behind a long time ago.

Klaus is honestly too drunk to notice much of a change in Kai's demeanor at first. He is simply enjoying himself as he always does with his brother, but he isn't solely with Tyrion at the moment. It's never in his mind to watch his tongue, especially not when intoxicated, but apparently he has to around the Lord of Pinefort.

Such a sensitive little ambitious prick, he is.

Klaus's face sets once he realizes just how offended Kai is. He stands straight, eye contact maintained thoroughly as his hand that isn't holding his chalice of wine snakes behind his back.

"And are you looking to be next, I wonder?" Klaus quips, hand around the handle of a dagger. In the next moment, the very tip of it is beneath Kai's chin, and a smirk is tilting across Klaus's lips, ignoring the way Tyrion has stood up from his seat and spilled his drink. "You'll have to stop being so bloody serious all the time, mate, or you'll find yourself being cleaned off of the end of a Valyrian steel blade."