Intelligent, icy eyes swept over her in an analytical appraisal that missed nothing. It was imperative in his line of work to see people for what they were, as opposed to what they pretended to be. He did not know this girl woman, though something did seem familiar about her. Her accent perhaps, it was distinct. Even without being familiar, he knew much about her from that first impression alone. That accent, again, it was proper, educated. So she was from good stock, even if she tried to appear otherwise. And then her hair. The skin beneath the locks at her temples and forehead showed a fading brown stain, easily missed. Still, that didn’t tell him who she was exactly, only that she was hiding.
“I am Thomas. And I might have a moment. Depends on who’s this father of yours?”
Alayne had tried to learn the dialect of others like her — clipped, lazy, letters and entire syllables left out in the interest of expediency —but her father hated the sound, authenticity be damned. Fished from an orphanage in her teens, she ought not know even half of what the society girls did. Any daughter of mine would be so clever, Petyr assured. Most certainly after I had found her. She swallowed her fears and trusted him, incapable of anything else. Baelish’s associates tended toward the gruff, after all, clever when it came to counting their payments but little else beyond. With so much of her time spent cloistered inside, locked away from the grime and disease of what streets lay below, Alayne risked little. Until now. Only her father’s confidence lifted a porcelain chin, tongue chirping out once more those well-bred syllables.
“Petyr Baelish. He has concerns about a shipment — ” Its contents a mystery to her. “ — and the delay in its delivery. He would have come himself, but…” Vaguely, she trailed off, allowing implications of the man’s demanding existence to blossom. “I was told you could remedy these problems.”
anyone who knew jack well, knew that he wasn’t a a man of unnecessary violence, but in DIRE situations, which called upon self defence, or the likes of protecting ( claiming ) his own ; in other words: he had no INTENTION of HARMING lined survivors, lest they act upon foolish impulse / stupidity.
❛ ah, the hand of the king, you say? that’s interesting.❜ callused, ring-cladfingers trail over & down plaited goatee, a pondering eye directed at his first mate, before returning to the girl with the auburn hair. he makes a commanding gesture, of otherwise unknown intent, the remaining survivors hoisted to their feet and led down into the brig.
❛ no doubt a reprisal so big would be from one of which shares KINSHIP with you, hm? — a man cannot be found in a place of unknown coordinates & since that’s where we’re headed, dear ol’… whats’his’face, handy, won’tcatch wind ofyour possible harm, ay?❜
Sansa could only presume their captor made his home across the Narrow Sea, for had it been Iron Born who raided their vessel surely no wayward passengers would have found themselves pulled from flotsam-studded waters and made to stand before a conquering captain, alive. Mayhaps his flamboyant dress instilled within her the necessary boldness to speak out, to set her jaw and narrow sapphire gaze in restrained defiance of what trouble he brought upon them. Such bravery faltered as all the rest, crew and passengers alike, shuffled away below decks; left alone in her confrontation, Sansa edged backwards, one step then another offering as much distance as she dared steal.
“Lord Eddard Stark is my father, and Prince Joffrey stands my royal betrothed.“ That their arrangement had dissolved the moment she stepped aboard an ill-fated vessel, Sansa left unspoken. Where maidens brought to harm might inspire wars, a beloved safely returned carried with her the promise of hefty ransom; like all the pirates in Arya’s tales, no doubt this one wished for an enviable bounty as well. "Our ship’s absence shall not go unremarked upon at port,” she warned. "Soon the royal fleet will cover over these waters, searching every coast or bay until I am found.“ Another shiver wracked her delicate frame, shoulders quavering in the sea breeze, arms wrapped tightly about her waist. "Unless you see fit to return me to White Harbor, where no doubt a handsome reward will honor your part in my rescue.”
should an exclusive partner go inactive for 1+ month, then i will become tentatively open to interactions with duplicates. when/if they return then exclusivity may resume.
