to run with the pack, but to live with the pride. to abide the father, but adore the mother; a child of northern and southern heritage, a wolf in a lions skin.
orick baratheon.
[ indie game of thrones/a song of ice and fire, oc for sansa and joffrey's son. ]
’ he must be blessed —- ‘
’ that or cursed. ‘
’ but he is a stag, he has the strength. ‘
’ for he still breaths does he not? ‘
’ he fights, but not like his father— he fights for life, not for death. ‘
truestag
♔ indie semi-canon game of thrones rp blog
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♔ mun is eighteen years of age
♔ written by wally
Walking with the young Prince, quite able and capable
of protecting him should anything go amiss in their journey
to the gardens (though he doubted this, as the Prince
was far more beloved than his father had ever been),
he was glad of the distraction of Capital’s affairs for the
moment. King’s Landing was rarely a quiet place, and less
so now. “You keep excellent company, my Prince. He is
definitely welcome. He is your friend, after all.”
❝ I forgot who gifted him to me, but I am
certain it was not my father. ❞ He had b-
een a mere eight years, and too excited
to care about anything but the hound th-
at had been nothing but a scrawny pup
at the time that had now grown into a fei-
rcly loyal beast, of great height, and mu-
scle, though most definitely meant for le-
aping and bounding with such strong legs.
❝ And yes he is! Certainly my only at ti-
mes. ❞
❝ Good! ❞ A smile much like his mother's
had once been when her life was happy a-
nd her thoughts of story book endings, ha-
d been able to describe who she was, a la-
dy in the making, but now she was hollow,
save for the time she spent with her son;
taking David's hand the boy tugged him a-
long, the smile remaining to his face. ❝ D-
o you mind if Shadow accompanies us? He
needs to stretch his legs. ❞ The hound as
he heard his name bounded over, long bl-
ack coated legs carrying the beast with red
eyes towards them, his ears perked tall, and
tongue flopped out the side of his mouth.
"It is destiny, my love! Destiny and chicken."
"My Lady."
"My Champion."
"With all my heart."
"Thank you."
"I want him dead!"
"You gave me no choice."
"The love that binds us is more powerful than the power we wield."
"I dreamed of cheese that tasted like apple pie."
"What does dollophead mean?"
"Is there anything you’re actually capable of doing?"
"SORCERY!1!!1!"
"He/She’s been enchanted."
"Because you have the mind of a child."
"And yet I am still more intelligent than you."
"She’s not dispensable to me."
"The bravest and most noble of them all."
"Nobility is defined by what you do, not by who you are."
"Rise and shine!"
"What happened to you?"
"I trust your breeches are inside out?"
"It’s almost good to see you."
"This is one of the two, possibly three, moments in my life where I’ve actually been glad to see you."
"You are two sides of the same coin."
"Your plan was a half-baked disaster."
"Such hatred as yours can never triumph."
"I grew up."
"Does that bring back memories of when I used to beat you?"
"That never happened!"
"He/She is the darkness to your light."
"Hello, young warlock."
"Do you really hate me so much?"
"You cannot begin to know how much I hate you."
"I did what I thought was right."
"Remember the first time I kissed you?"
"Sometimes you’ve got to do what you think is right and damn the consequences."
"I want you to always be you."
"I’m not a monster, am I?"
"It’s good to have you back."
"I’ve made a terrible mistake, haven’t I?"
"You’re threatening me with a spoon?"
BONUS WITH THE MERLIN CAST:
"YOU’RE THE VOICE TRY AND UNDERSTAND IT!"
"Je m’appelle _____ , je suis loser."
"Take me to Glascow."
"Oh, I’m sorry. Are you being /bu/llied, ____?"
"As you may have guessed we like to take our level of pranks to an extremely high intellectual level."
"We’re going to die! *hums a tune*"
"I’m really angry that I don’t have a fridge!"
"Because I can’t drink any milk!"
"Je ne comprends pas, je suis anglais, YA HEY!"
❝ Father never takes me here, ❞
Orick was taken to high priced, and
too expensive places, with food mo-
st people have never heard of that
he didn't quite have the right palate
to enjoy. ❝ --- father likes Le Cirq-
ue, it's in New York. ❞
He eyes the boy with the fondness of a relative, though he knows him naught. There’s something he finds familiar though, a distant scent carried upon the breeze, but he say nothing in terms of it. This one is without and kin around, no guards accompanying him even. The Lycan speaks kindly to him.
“Where is your mother, little one? You should not be so far out alone.”
His feet often carried him throughout kings landing whens
he was able to find himself sneaking out from underneath
the noses of the very guards his father had assigned to a-
ssure his midnight escapades, and midday adventures c-
ame to a halt. But they could not stop a child who had b-
een born in this place, full of lies and deceit, hurt and pain,
he was raised to be smart, to be smarter than the rest. He
knew how to trick a few of the royal guards, it wasn't hard,
Drabble Requests!Snow — a drabble of our characters building a snowman together
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Sansa remembered the first time she had seen snow. She had been a young girl, and Robb and Jon had woke her early in order to drag her to her window with shouts of gleeful excitement. The minute she had seen the tiny, white flakes falling from the sky, Sansa had been memorized, and had hurried to don her cloak and gloves in order to further experience the snow. They had played outside all day, only returning inside with red noses and snow melting in their hair when Mother had called for supper.
And now, kneeling in the snow beside her son, Sansa felt like she was witnessing that same day play out. Orick had never seen snow before - she had never thought she’d see it again either - but winter had indeed come and all the stories rang true. Nothing could escape Winter’s cold fingers, tentacles that stretched to every corner of the realm; their sole intention to cover every inch of land that had once been green and vibrant with life with the desolate chill of frost. Any signs of spring had disappeared. And not even the lions could prevent the Starks’ last promise from coming true.
Winter had come. And it had come with any icy vengeance.
But it had also brought beauty as well and joy, for not even Sansa could remain grim when her son was laughing and racing through the snow. She had let him play on his own at first, finding joy in simply watching him get his first taste of winter. but then his little hand had found hers, tugging at it insistingly until she had relented - quite easily - and knelt beside him in the snow, suggesting they do something she had once done as a child.
That was how she ended up beside him in the snow, helping him roll the snow so they could be used in order to build snowmen. Already, a small, crooked one stood - Orick’s first attempt, which stood no more than two feet high. This time, however, he seemed determined to make, as he said it, a snowman worthy of a prince. A prince of all snowmen. And so they had set to work.
Already, a base had been established and, while Sansa worked on the middle, Orick was working on the final part, the head. Sansa glanced over at her son, smiling as she saw the joy in his eyes. Joy was a hard thing to find within the walls of the Red Keep, and so every smile, every laugh, that her son shared with her was cherished. If she could, she would never let his smiles fade.
As they worked, Sansa found herself telling him of the times she had played with her siblings in the snow. No one else had braved the outside with them, so there was no one around to hear. She spoke of Robb and how he had showed her how to properly make her first snowball, only to turn on her and throw one right at her when she was not looking.
❝ Arya was vicious when we had snowball fights. You see, all of us laughed and yelped during these games, but Arya would fall silent and sneak up on you. And she was normally the smallest so she could hide. Once, she was so horrid as to throw one directly at my face! But Robb avenged me by getting her in the face with one as well.❞
The memories made her smile has they began to put the finishing touches on their snowman. It was nearly complete now. All that was needed was to give it arms and to give it a face. It’s just a faceless man now, no princeof snowmen. We must change that. And so she sent Orick off to find some sticks and anything he saw fit to use for eyes and a mouth. As she waited, Sansa dusted the snow off her dress and wandered about the garden, but never straying far from their snowman. There was a heaviness in her heart now. For the memories she had of her siblings in the snow were all she would ever have. They would never get the chance to play in the snow again or even see it.
Winter had come as the Starks had said for ages, but there had only been one wolf present to greet it. All the others had been murdered by the beasts of summer. Would Winter let its children thrive and see to the end of Summer’s monsters? Sansa prayed it would. Let Winter’s frost cleanse the land so all may begin again when Spring awakens once more.
So lost in her thoughts, Sansa did not hear Orick approuch until it was too late. She heard snow crunch under his feet and, just as she began to turn around, something made contact with her arm. A snowball.
A gasp escaped her lips as she stared at her laughing son. Oh yes, of course he was amused at his little victory.But if it was war he wanted then war he would get.
❝ Orick! You better run, because I’m coming after you for that!❞
And with a snowball in hand, she chased after her fleeing son, cloak billowing out behind her. Later, the guards would say that their laughter and yelps filled the silence of both the outside world and the halls of Keep. Later they would return inside, soaking wet and with chilled fingers and noses, and snow still melting in their hair. But their eyes would be bright with glee and their smiles wide and unfailing.
As for the snowman, it was left where it was, forgotten and faceless.
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