Victarion Greyjoy. Captain of the Iron Fleet. Uncle to Asha and Theon Greyjoy and brother to Aeron, Balon and Euron Greyjoy.
Loyal member to House Greyjoy and the Drowned God. What is dead may never die.
Loyal member to House Greyjoy and the Drowned God. What is dead may never die.
theironkraken replied to your post:
… yeah. She looks hot. Wow. Christ, Falia…Oi. Oi! Keep your eyes on your own partner… [glances at Vic] … actually, nevermind. You don’t have to. He looks gross.
Hey! He does not. He looks handsome, unlike you. Where’d you get that suit, you cheap bastard, a dollar store?
Yeah! I paid top dollar for this tux and I shaved everything and showered. I’m ready for the puss.
take a hint.
get away from my wife.
[Ghostly Victarion] You shall marry her or….
Asha shakily nodded, before giving in to another groan of pain. She tried to focus on pushing, on the sounds of the seas, the wind, and the colossal storm outside. She had seen many raging storms in her life, but there was something different about this one. She could not place it, but… it seemed almost as though there was a sense of anticipation to it.
Victarion was shocked. It was a healthy boy. He had what he wanted the entire time. His first wife had died giving birth to a stillborn girl when he wanted a boy. The baby was sobbing loudly along with the thunder and the crash of rain coming upon Pyke. His black hair stuck to his forehead and his body was so soft and fragile— he thought he would break it. He could not believe what he was holding in his hand. A boy, his boy. Victarion supported his head and put him to his chest. He ran his hand up and down his back. He kissed the top of the boy’s head and held him close in shock.
“Hadrian,” He said. He held the babe up to look at him. He stopped crying for a moment to open his eyes and they were shocking blue. His eyes. “Yes, let’s name him Hadrian. My son…” He said. The midwives took Hadrian to clean him up. He continued to scream with the storms had cleared. By then he was back in the arms of his father. Victarion waited until the maester and midwives left and tears slid down his cheeks.
“He’s…. he’s….” Victarion stuttered. “He’s my son…. He’s our boy,” He said still in shock. Hadrian curled into his mother’s arms. His tuft of black curls stuck up into the air and his eyes were closed. He kissed Asha’s forehead and then kissed her lips. “He’s beautiful.”
Victarion was content to sleep after spending countless nights easing his wife’s discomfort and attending his men in their training to fight on the Iron Fleet. Sleep was a privilege in these times. He should have been scavenging enough sleep as he could, but he had a young daughter who wanted to play with him when he arrived in their wing. He would force himself awake, taking her to the shore and nodding off while lying on the sand or when she took her naps. Sometimes she would curl herself in his arms like a cub and they would sleep together or until she slapped his face to get up.
Asha kept her eyes on him - wild, and filled with very real fear. She thought she might die there, in that bed. I cannot die, I cannot.… She tried to keep her breathing steady, listening to him, and doing as the Maester instructed. Though, it felt like she was on fire. Asha sobbed, as another crack of thunder took away all the sounds of the world.
Victarion nodded clutching his wife’s hand and kissed her perspiring forehead. He ran his hand up and down her back. The maester was frantic and the midwives moved quickly. Even the strongest of women (and Ironborn women were the strongest) could be subjected to the cruelties of childbirth.
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Even the second time around, Asha had not liked being full with child. The swollen belly just about drove her mad each time she had to look at it. Even with Cyra, three years ago, she had not given in; she had kept on wearing her regular clothes - but with this one? It was impossible. Asha had, with great convictions, resigned herself to wearing dresses for the last month.
But now? She would not need to.
She had woken in the late hours of the night to such terrible aches; but she could not stand. She knew what it was - promptly, she woke Victarion, and called for the Maester and midwives. Though as soon as she had issued the order, her voice guttered out, instead becoming a loud scream.
Victarion was content to sleep after spending countless nights easing his wife’s discomfort and attending his men in their training to fight on the Iron Fleet. Sleep was a privilege in these times. He should have been scavenging enough sleep as he could, but he had a young daughter who wanted to play with him when he arrived in their wing. He would force himself awake, taking her to the shore and nodding off while lying on the sand or when she took her naps. Sometimes she would curl herself in his arms like a cub and they would sleep together or until she slapped his face to get up.
captainoftheironfleet replied your post
My attraction to you is slowly decreasing.[Sigh] Fine. You can be dominant.
“I know you’re not a child, but getting into fist fights at the tavern, drinking and not eating…. I told you to take care of our children.”“I…. I…” Asha was not sure if she wanted to look away, or continue staring. She wondered if she could reach out and touch him. “You… are right. As always… but…” She glanced down at the toes of her boots. “Tis… difficult…”
“I was married to you for… how many years again? Do you think that was easy? When have our lives been easy… you made me a promise..”
I’m dead
And I’m partying in the Watery Halls with some man named Jesus and my dearly departed wife.
