#greyworn

[whisperthatruns]

Picture of Woman Training Circus Lions

At night, it hangs black and white. Yet each eye has a sunrise in it

if eyed in the right light---rust and rustic like the fur of lions

which stirs like the glancing eye-teeth of lions when the tamer steps lion-hearted into the ring.

Like the blazed ring they will step through with glassed, mid-distanced sight.

Like glass eyes gathering dust in stitch-hidden hides of lions

which hang poised behind museum glass like this greyworn photograph of lions

hanging like the soft, jet hearts of lions---soft as the paw

that falls unlike the gavel which grants me my pardon.

I’d hung this image my whatnot, my plaything, my neatly framed fable for every day’s taming.

Which pangs like a dream come each night back to me purring.

Now, the shame hangs like the hour’s henna-colored crown of the lion.

At night, the black and white looms lustering like myth.

O, kings---how I’ve made you kitsch. Stings from the tail-end of the whip.

Stacy Gnall, Dogged (University of Massachusetts Press, 2022)

[vadersheir]

" it's so much easier to see the world in black & white ; grey . . . i don't know what to do with grey. "

“ we’ll have to soon enough.” sullen words;  they fall heavy on both their ears and shoulders. ben’s head hangs, his dark eyes squeeze shut with the weight of such a daunting task—reflected in the now palpable silence. his jaw tenses as he tries to swallow ( it felt like cotton painfully inching its way down his throat ) because he did not want to leave her without the assurance of hope. whatever steps they decide to take must be done with such delicate caution and complete understanding of the severity of all possible repercussions. 

he opens his eyes to find reys studying his face. ben’s fingers reach for hers and give a comforting squeeze. you’re not alone, his thoughts echo, as a weak smile fills the space of fear. as long as they were together—there was still hope for the galaxy yet; the sensation of her hand in his was a warm blanket for his still troubled soul.

“—won’t we??” not much as a question but optimistic reminder that if they were to salvage the bloodied and malformed limbs of the past….that at least they had each other to find solace and support in ( even as they kept peeling back the skin of the past for it to reveal horror after horror of prejudice and gratuitous misuse of power—of both factions force wielders; the dissection of such a tangled web often leaving both horrified and sickened to the marrow of their bones ).  

ben brought rey’s  hand to his lips brushing her knuckles with such tenuous kisses. finally fully lacing his fingers with her sun worn ones, leaving their entangled hands contently against his thigh. loving her was as as easy and as necessary as the act of breathing. it simply had become his entire nature—everything else about him seemed secondary to this. a kiss. a touch. hushed yet impassioned whispers with foreheads lightly pressed together. an embrace. the softness of hands cupping each others cheek, neck, small spot of their lower back. the serenity of simply existing by, for, and within one another was heaven enough for the fallen prince. 

there was no other way, not anymore, both of them understood that exasperating truth.  sith defeated, jedi conquered—time had made a ghost of them all. rey and ben were the living embodiment of fall-out—the galaxy sewn back together with threads of both light and darkness…

but what of folly and consequence? no one was left but them to learn  t h o s e. 

failure was their greatest teacher—perhaps the only teacher that mattered.

the dark warrior and the grey knight were tasked with finding a different path—a new perspective to meditate on and hope for—for all future generations to come.

“ we can do this, rey,” confidently, he promises, bending down to place his head on her petite shoulder. his lips brushing against her chocolate hair, ticking the inside of her ears. “ you’ll never have to walk this path alone—not with me besides you.” 

 @greyworn 

[witche-nerd]

8 reasons why Daenerys would burn king’s landing more convincing than “she’s just angry man” I just came up with:

Since Drogon has always been the wildest of the dragons, amplified by the loss of his brothers and the fact that he has been hungry since reaching Westeros, starts roasting innocents even after the bell is ringing and everyone assumes Dany’s just gone mad.

The bell can only be rung by the personal order of Cersei and she’s way to proud to admit defeat so Dany furthers the attack. Possibly by bringing down the Red Keep which collapses on innocent people and releases wildfire.

Dany lands near some civilians after the bell rings if only to reassure them that she means no harm to them even if she appears scary. Of course no one believes her cause she is riding a giant killer monster and she realizes that she will never truly be loved by these people or really any people in Westeros. Some people and soldiers who had surrendered begin to attack Drogon when he begins sniffing around them which makes her panic after she’s already lost two of her dragons. Mayhem ensues.

The messages send by Varys have reached the people of King’s Landing and when the soldiers come face to face with Jon Snow they recognize him and his claim and instead of just surrendering they bow down to him which extends to the rest of the city. Dany sees this from on top of Drogon and she realizes these people will never bow to her.

Dany finds no way to use her dragons inside the city without harming civilians so they have to use her small, tired, wounded army. She can see the last of the Dothraki falling, Greyworm struggling to keep the Unsullied alive and the Northeners who are the most exhausted of all, trying to keep up with the larger, well fed Golden Company. After she destroys the Iron Fleet she finds her people and Jon overwhelmed and realizing that the Battle of Winterfell has turned the odds severely against them, she begins using Drogon who has grown so large that at this point she cannot contain him or his fire.

Jaimie gets Cersei out of the Red Keep so when Dany goes there and finds it empty she realizes Tyrion’s betrayal. She gets so enraged and paranoid over finding and killing Cersei that she believes her to be running through the streets and begins burning down the running crowds.

 As the people call for the bell to be rung, Dany stares at the Red Keep, waiting. Cersei smiles bitterly. The Golden Company and the Iron Fleet are gone. Her people have abandoned her and the Red Keep will fall back to Targaryen hands. She looks to Qyburn and nods which seems like an obvious defeat. We see Dany trying to quell her anger and then we hear shrieks bellow her. Green wildfire begins to spread around the city and the people scream as they roast alive. There are no more innocents between Dany and Cersei and no more reason to hold back. She leaves a trail of dragon fire mingled with the wildfire as she rushes to the Red Keep.

Dany manages to control her rage after the bell rings, goes into the Red Keep and is convinced by Cersei (perhaps on the grounds of being pregnant and appealing to Dany who has recently lost two of her children) to keep her prisoner instead of killing her. Tyrion agrees as he thinks this will make her seem more merciful. Disaster seems to have been averted. The people of King’s Landing gather just outside of the Red Keep. Daenerys tells them to kneel or die and they kneel. Eveything seems right at last and Cersei defeated. Then as Dany announces herself the only rightful ruler, Cersei reveals that Qyburn’s spies found out about Jon Snow’s parentage through Varys’ letters. Most people in King’s Landing have heard of Jon Snow by now and his claim sounds much better than Dany’s and his story more romantic, just like an old tale. Jon insists that Dany is the queen. The northerners who have always been royal to Jon call for him to be on the throne. Cersei smiles even while in chains. Dany looks at the people who while hesitant at first, slowly begin to cheer for Jon. She turns to her last advisor who after being horrified by her execution of Varys stays quiet. Greyworn tries to contain the crowd. The camera focuses on her, Drogon curled behind her. The voices cheering for Jon, Aegon, are becoming a chaotic but unified cry. Dany calls to her last and only ally. “Dracarys”. The episode ends.  

[danceyreagan]

Dear Game of Thrones Fandom,

Please explain why the AO3 feed for Gendrya is mostly Jon x Sansa and Sandor x Sansa? With only a wee bit of Arya and Gendry in the background?

There so little Gendrya stuff to begin with, why fill up The feed with Sansa?

No this is not an anti sansa post. I just dont find her as interesting as Arya, Jon, Ygritte, Davos, Gendry, Brienne, Tyrion, Podrick, The Knight King, Sam, Gilly, Ned, Missendei, Greyworn, Danaerys. (My favorites)

While we’re on the subject, lets get some Missendei Greyworm fluff out there.

Why do so much of their fics focusnon the fact that Greyworm has no penis. Like, ya’ll can imagine Jon would want to fuck his sister. (Technically he was adopted so yeah) but cant imagine a universe where Greyworm has a dick?

Anyway, in short. More Gendrya, less, Other people in the Gendrya tag. And more Missandei and Greyworm.

[aleksander-alina]

Greyworn and Missandei survived

Me:

[gulaskor]

so in conclusion nothing in this episode happended except greyworn and missandei thx bye let’s move on

[sprmint-bkgsoda]

Game of Thrones 7x02

HBO must have had a lot of money in the budget this season. 

I hope Theon was thinking he could save Yara if he left but I doubt it. He’s either gonna die a hero or a coward. 

Greyworn and Missandei, about damn time.

If Sansa wanted to rule she should have fought for it. Still, I’m glad Jon left her in charge while he’s gone. And that Brienne is with her.

I’m so proud of Tyrion. He’s come so far from where he’s started. I like Olenna but Daenerys is going to need Tyrion and Varys.

I wonder if Nymeria will follow Arya back to Winterfell.

I just want Cersei to fall down a deep, dark hole. And take Euron with her.

You couldn’t pay me a million dollars to trade places with Jorah Mormont.

[akinguncrowned]

Aegon listened to the words Daenerys spoke, hearing that she wanted him to be merciful to the slavers who had broken their word. As a man who had seen much of the world, he knew better than to agree to any terms with oathbreakers. They would not give up slavery willingly, and would need to be punished accordingly, but he would abide by the queen’s words. She was in charge here, not him. This was her war, and he would abide by her rules, unless the situation was untenable. He saw no reason to slaughter the slave soldiers, especially since they could turn those same swords against their masters should they come into conflict. He crossed his arms as he continued listening to her words, understanding her commands. She spoke of how she wanted the wise masters to have peace enforced upon them, but given one last chance to surrender and submit.

He knew the wise masters would toss their offer in his face, he simply hoped they could fight rather than have peace be declared. The wise masters would need to face justice for their crimes and their traitorous ways. They had agreed to Daenerys’s terms and now they had broken their oaths. If the gods were just he would have sent her their heads, letting them be a message to those in Meereen. Instead, it came across as a sign of weakness that she would treat with those who broke their oaths with what appeared to be mercy. “As you say, Queen. Any soldiers who surrender shall be treated with respect.” He hid his disagreement regarding her treatment of the wise masters, knowing he would have to obey for the moment. ‘You wouldn’t be a butcher, you would show the world the dragon has fire and claws, and does not appreciate disloyalty.’

He bowed to her before speaking. “Yunkai will be yours once again. I’ll ensure Greyworn and Daario march out with me, along with the second sons and however many Unsullied you wish to send out. I wish you luck in Meereen, we shall return soon.” The man turned around, walking back to his room where he changed into his golden armor, his silver hair slowly starting to grow back. He strapped his sword, decorated with its brass plated crossguard, as he marched down to the courtyard. He put on his golden helmet, covering his head, with a bright white plume sticking atop of it, as he gathered the rest of his officers. He gathered his sergeants easily enough, and he would soon be joined by Daario and Greyworm. Together, they began to march, as Aegon mounted his white stallion. The gates of Meereen opened for them, as each group marched in lockstep column. The Golden Company made up the majority of the force, having ten times the numbers of the Second Sons.

They would march for days, watching as they eventually approached Yunkai. His eyes scanned the horizon, as his men stopped marching. They would set up camp a decent ways away from the city, and the next morning they marched in full battle formation. The Company made up three lines, with their spearmen remaining in front, followed by swordsmen, and finally archers. Their cavalry, including the knights who Aegon would be with, remained on the Right, while the Second Sons formed the left flank with their cavalry, and the Unsullied remaining in the dead center of the army. He saw the enemy army forming against them outside the walls, along with the Windblown and Stormcrows. They numbered around 18,000 men, as opposed to their 24,000.

Emissaries of their army rode out to meet them, bearing the white flag of parley to discuss terms of avoiding the battle. Daario, Greyworm, and Aegon rode out to meet them, wondering if there was any way on earth this battle could be avoided. He believed it was unlikely, but it had to be done.

Aegon paid no more heed to Daenerys once she accepted that his officers would be able to stay in the Great Pyramid. So long as she understood that they were allies, not vassals, and that he wanted the throne just as much as she did, there would be no problems. She did not hold command over him, luckily, but he would respect her wishes so long as he remained under her roof. Ser Barristan offered to take the prince to his room, which he would do after he gestured to Rolly and Jon to approach him. “Bring our captain and most of the sergeants, leave a few in the camps to ensure order is maintained. Make sure Lysono and Gorys come, I want our eyes telling us everything we need.” The men nodded. Rolly remained with him the entire time, as Jon went back to return to his camp. The officers would be gathered in a short matter of time.

Aegon continued walking behind Barristan as he spoke, his mind hearing the words he spoke. ‘I believe a great deal of good could come from this.’ He hoped the Queensguard was right. He followed him out of the throne room, leading to the bedrooms where he and his serjeants would no doubt stay, decently away from the queen’s chambers he would imagine. “My father abandoned his people and his family for a Northern girl, Ser Barristan. He left my mother and sister to hide in Kings Landing with a known madman.” His words clearly showed he had some resentment for the man, feeling as though he wasn’t good enough for his father to keep him in his mother’s company. Instead he chose to run away with Lyanna Stark, and left his family, his wife and children, behind with the Mad King in Kings Landing. “He must have been some man to outweigh those faults.”

They finally arrived in his room, his eyes looking at the large, expansive bedroom. Clearly she had given him a room fit for a guest. He instructed Rolly to remain at his door, knowing he would be relieved eventually by a group of guards they would have. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Daenerys, but he knew that Meereen wasn’t a stable as it had been previously. The social order, unjust as it was, had recently been upturned, and the wealth still remained in the hands of those former masters. Slaver’s Bay would take years to pacify, more than likely, if the situation in Astapor was anything to go by. He only wondered what would happen in the future. “I pray that I can be a better man than my father, Ser Barristan, one who won’t be called good despite their faults. Rhaegar held the people’s love and yet he tossed away his every responsibility and duty to them, all for a girl.” He spoke once again, entering the room.

Aegon knee he looked like his father, Jon had told him as much for decades, even then, he didn’t know what to make of it. He had the stain of his family’s dishonor marked upon him, something he wanted to wash away. He walked towards his balcony as he looked over the city, his lips sealed tight as he watched the Meereenese sun begin to fade in the sky. Even after her thoughts, she still believed he was beneath her. He had the education necessary to rule, the experiences among the poor to reflect his lifestyle, and the belief of the men beneath him to propel him to the Iron Throne, and yet she treated him as the lesser man, the more pitiful claimant. He felt annoyed by the speaking to him as though she was just one of her subjects, something a true king shouldn’t do. The Iron Throne was his by law and by seniority. Dragons or no, he would be the one sitting upon it.

He rested there, waiting for Barristan to reply or to leave, as Ser Rolly guarded his door. He eventually watched the sun begin to fade, his mind lost in his thoughts as he wondered about possible occurrences in the future. They would need to rule as equals, but if she always viewed him as the lesser man, then it would not be possible for them to truly share power. He sighed, still wondering what to do. Perhaps he would need to make an attempt to tame one of her dragons in the future, to fly in the sky as his ancestors had done, though he knew the risks associated with such a venture. It mattered little now, anyways, as he couldn’t do it at the moment. Eventually, the Prince took off his clothes and fell into a deep sleep.

——

It had been five days since he had first entered the Great Pyramid, as he held meetings every day within it to gauge the progress of the Golden Company and hear its daily incident reports. The serjeants had turned one of the smaller dining rooms, located in their wing of the pyramid, and turned it into a makeshift council chambers, where they could discuss the goings on of the company. The men all funneled in once more, as Aegon sat at the head of his council. He imagined having a small council of his own one day, not so different from this. He gestured for everyone to take their seat, as he began speaking to them. “Lysono, what news have you heard from the rest of Slaver’s Bay?”

Lysono, ever vigilant, took a scroll the man had translated from the coded language they used for his spies to communicate. Writing in code was essential. “The Yunkai’ii have reinstated slavery, placing every man, woman, and child that Daenerys Targaryen freed in chains once again. I have reason to believe they will he gathering an army, and attempting to hire sellswords in the near future. Meanwhile, in Astapor, a former butcher known as Cleon has taken power with a council of Freemen. He calls himself King Cleon the Great, and has taken a former whore as his concubine. His people starve, but he enjoys the wealth of the city. My spies believe he wants to attempt to seal an alliance with Daenerys through marriage.” Aegon lifted an eyebrow at the last part, wondering if there was any chance that such an alliance could even be sealed. “And could he?” “Not a chance, your grace. Cleon barely has an army, let alone a city. He offers her nothing.”

“And what of Meereen?” Aegon asked, tapping his fingers against the wooden table, looking around as his officers remained silent. “Many of the nobles are still upset over Daenerys’s capture of the city, viewing her as a foreign tyrant. We don’t know if they have plans to act on these urges, or whether the unsullied and Dothraki in the city, along with us, have dissuaded them.” He remained as stoic as ever in his expression. “And what of the second sons?” Captain Harry then spoke. “Nothing to report with them. We’ve followed your orders and remained clear of them. It seems that Daario has done the same.”

He nodded, standing up, as the rest of the men followed suit. He took the scroll that Lysono had handed him as he spoke. “Ensure we are ready to march for Yunkai in the coming days. I want to crush their armies before they have a chance to hire sellswords or bring in other allies from the free cities. If astapor becomes a problem, we’ll march there after Yunkai.” His men bowed with their right fists pressed against their chest before leaving to attend to their retinues. “Lysono, Jon, Rolly. Come, I want to bring this to the attention of Daenerys.”

The three men he called out to agreed and followed him, entering the wing where she resided, knowing it was likely too early for her to be holding court, as that was usually done in the afternoon. After being allowed to pass the Unsullied who guarded her, he waited for her to leave her set of rooms. He informed one of her guards of the importance of the information he had with him, and that he needed to speak somewhat urgently with her.

Barristan had no answer as to why Rhaegar would have chosen Lyanna Stark, or why he would cast his wife aside for the girl, though he did know Rhaegar was a good man all the same. He let the man snap and snarl. “Prince Rhaegar was only a man, your highness.” Which was true, and Barristan knew children tended to make their parents paragons or devils. Even Daenerys tended to do as such.

“All men have faults, even you, even my queen. She cares too deeply for the people. She has an army and could sail for Westeros today and win the throne, even without the Golden Company, but she won’t, because the people here need freedom, and she knows this. If killing herself would truly save the people of Slavers Bay and Westeros she would do so without a second thought.” Barristan watched the young man, remembering his father as they moved to the man’s rooms. He was an arrogant one, wasn’t he? Daenerys might be able to handle him, but it would take the man humbling himself a bit before Daenerys would truly trust him.

“And yet, here you are, throwing away an easy chance to gain back your throne for a girl with three dragons.” Barristan smiled a little at that. “Targaryen’s have always been tied up with destiny. I don’t know all of Rhaegar’s reasoning’s for what he did, but I do know he loved you and your sister dearly and if he knew his death had only lead to theirs he would have gone with you.” That much Barristan knew was true, he’d been with the Prince for a very long time. He bowed before turning to leave.

Barristan found the queen with her dragons, soothing them gently, Jorah standing watch. The queen was upset, though she wouldn’t speak of why no matter how well anyone asked. It was obvious either way. Daenerys was aware that her claim was lost. She had come so far, and now she had no direction, no knowledge of what to do. Aegon Targaryen had the better claim, and everyone knew Westeros was ruled by men, not women.

Still, she wasn’t one to give up. The steel that started to form around her only got sharper as she stood there with her dragons, reminding herself that her titles were not just pretty words. She had freed slaves and brought dragons back, she was a Khaleesi because she knew how to lead, and she was here because she refused to give up. She wouldn’t give up now.

—

The next days were spent sending out spies, learning what they could of everything. The Golden Company had helped quell some of the unrest in Meereen, but the other two cities were shaky… at best. The young woman stayed quiet, waiting. She would not act because of a rumor. She knew of the court that Aegon held, and she ignored it. His court was only made of his men. Her’s was better, and she had the love of her people as well. She held court, listening to the people, passing judgments and trying to learn what it meant to truly rule, not just give orders to a Khalesar or an Army. She acted as if there wasn’t a second Targaryen under her roof.

Barristan stayed with Daenerys, he was loyal to her, not to Aegon, and so it would stay until such time as they married or Aegon proved the better ruler. So far he’d not done much to encourage the queen’s love. Barristan enjoyed watching the queen attempt to reach out to her family, sending her favorite foods or little gifts every day. At the very least, Daenerys was trying to build a bridge. It was known there was an open invitation for Aegon to appear at court which had been taken up. There was also an open invitation to visit with the queen whenever he wished, which had… yet to happen. Daenerys wasn’t very upset about this, enjoying her free time as little as it was.

Daenerys was reading over a similar report that was being brought to her by Aegon when she was told he wished to speak to her of something important. The blue and silver dress she wore moved like water, even as it showed her stomach and sides. It was a warm day and she’d left her hair down, not having felt the desire to sit still to have it braided as much. The sweet fruit was forgotten as she cleaned her hands and lips quickly, standing up.

She reminded herself she was a dragon. Her fear was unnecessary. She had proven herself, again and again, that she was strong and powerful. She was a Queen, and she feared no one. As if to remind her she heard the roar of one of her dragons through an open window, she looked to see the three of them playing with the wind coming from the ocean. The sight of her dragons helped. Her children loved her, she was alright. She moved out of her quiet sitting room to the main room, which was well lit and warm, a view of the harbor and her dragons helping a bit. She was forced to have her back to the open windows, but the dragons seemed almost like adornments in her hair as she nodded to him.

“Prince Aegon, what is it you need so urgently?” She asked gently, her hands settled at her side, and she looked, at least on the surface, calm. Yunkai had fallen and she was going to speak to Daario and Gray Worm and send them to give the ‘Wise Masters’ an ultimatum. She watched the tall man before her, his purple eyes darker than her own. She wondered if he did really look like Rhaegar, as Barristan had mentioned. She had no way to know.

She looked calm for a queen who’s kingdom was trying to fall apart from under her. Then again… whos to say she didn’t have it handled?

[m4ha]

Get you a man that smiles at you the way Greyworm smiles at Missandei.