#becomelions {rickard}

[spearwa]

@becomelions is being born again {rickard}

Jiovanni was sore and his foot was beginning to blister where his sandal was becoming worn through. He paused when he smelled the smoke of a fire. Something was cooking too.

He paused and paused a moment to enjoy the smell. He might not be able to taste it but this much was free. When he had joined this life this was one of the disciplines he had imposed on himself- to enjoy things and give thanks even for the smallest of pleasures.

He made the sign of the Seven before continuing on, following his nose. Before he approached the impromptu camp he pulled back his hood to expose his face and held up his hands. Everyone was apart of the Seven but it served sometimes to be cautious when one wasn't sure which part of.

"Greetings, stranger, if you can find it in your heart I am but a Begging Brother. May I share your camp and meal for the night?"

[atv-migrated]

WHAT HERB ARE YOU?

— dandelion

You grew up too fast and all you know is the calluses on your fists and the thousand invisible scars that you pretend don't ache. Your anger burns so bright, so hot or maybe not at all, so deep you could never tell it was there. You are yours and you will defend that to the death after so many years of being ripped apart and denied your own agency and maybe you are still facing the bastards who stole your innocence but you will survive because that's the only thing you know how to do without breaking, the only thing you know besides protect, protect, protect, protect, yourself or sometimes those few others you claim as yours. You are a thousand sharp edges but impenetrable, a traumatized child so covered by thorny armor that you promised yourself you're grown now, you're stronger than anyone who has ever hurt you. You're safe. Nothing will ever hurt you again. You're so alone though sometimes, in a world that sees you as too much or too broken or too angry or too hurt, and you want to scream with the too-much of it, prove that you're okay, that you're self-reliant, that you are strong enough to stake your claim on your body, on your mind, on your heart, on your people, and protect it from any who dare take it away from you. You are the sea in tempest, a howling sky, a tsunami in motion, a force of nature, no matter how much you sometimes yearn to be still, to be safe, to be small. You are a dandelion, stubborn and determined to grow in the rockiest of soil, and bloom again in spring.

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[therapardalis]

"You don't say?" There's very little need to say, without a dry tone of voice. It's not difficult at all to hear the shouting, even from a good two-dozen yards away at the Commander's tent.

Thera listens off-hand for a second or two, then returns to drawing a whetstone along the blade of her sword, attention more fully on that than whatever is being yelled about this time. The weapon's more likely to keep her alive than the Commander, after all. "We're all angry about something, I suppose."

@therapardalis wants a starter from Rickard Stark

"He gets angry easily."

[donahontes]

starter for @becomelions | Rickard Stark

Sansa made her way towards the gates of Winterfell, her eyes landing on the man who bore resemblance of her late father. Her eyes narrowed in cool composure that was given to the Queen in the North but she felt her bottom lip tremble as she looked onto the man who she’d never met, who she was never meant to have met. “You claim to be Rickard Stark, if history is truthful then the man you claim to be is dead buried in the crypt next to his brother Lord Eddard Stark and his Lady wife,” she spoke, her voice firm - not betraying her concern that perhaps history wasn’t all it had been told.

[dragvnflare-a]

@becomelions - Rickard Stark

the dragon queen expected at least one visitor when she arrived at dragonstone, but mostly from the north or perhaps scouts sent by the lioness that was sat upon her throne. she did not expect anyone to find her there so soon, and so curiosity got the better of her when she herself arrived at the cliffs, her amethyst hues glistening as she took in the appearance of the raven haired gentleman. “i did not expect anyone so soon.” she explained, hands raised as greyworm slowly approached behind her with jorah. “were you sent by the lannister that so wrongly sits upon my throne?”

[lokadottr]

‘ YOUR REPUTATION precedes you, ’ though there is a slight grin pulling at the corner of her lips she makes no moves to hint at whether it bodes well for him or not, ‘ or, the reputation of your house, i suppose. ’ torvi motions to the decanter of wine between them, an open invitation for him to pour a glass. ‘ that one, at least, is the reputation that i am interested in. ’

@becomelions​ / / semi-plotted starter ( rickard )