Same here guys, there's been a lot of drama and out kraken mama is leaving us so.. it seems only fitting that, since she's gone, the kids need to go, too. I'm still around on Visenya and Davos. So, if you need this mun, that's where I will be. Like Halden's mun, I will also be leaving this blog's url and theme up. Who knows, I may use this for another purpose or Frigga may come back. Thank-you everyone, and feel free to add me on skype for further shenanigans. ♥

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Sorry if you’ve followed me within the last 24, but apparently some things have happened and, as of right now, this blog will be no more. I’m going to save the url for a bit though and see if I feel like turning it into another Greyjoy RP blog. But until then, goodbye. If you would like, you can come find me on my Brienne RP blog here.

Hey brother, there’s an endless road to re-discover. Hey sister, know the water’s sweet but b l o o d is thicker.

Hey brother, do you still believe in one another? Hey sister, do you still believe in l o v e, I wonder?

What if I’m far from home? Oh, brother I will hear you call. What if I lose it all? Oh, sister I will help you out! Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you, There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do.

[ saltironandsun: ]

        A hearty laugh bubbled up from the depths of Halden’s stomach. A truly deep one that the likes of only his family could ever pull from him.

        ”Most definitely, brother. You know me much too well. Killing greenlanders, burning villages, and taking salt wives for the thrill of it all.” The joke was obvious among them and light. While he was Ironborn through and through, such things did little to truly catch his own interest. No. Rather, he preferred reavings to the simplicity of mindless violence.

        Another laugh came as he shook his head. “I am doing well, Maron. What about yourself? I trust you’ve been reeking enough havoc with Nagga for all of Pyke.”

          Of course Maron returned the laughter, joining his brother happily. He had missed the company of the eldest of his siblings, they had become quite close over the years of their existence.           "I would imagine that your days were spent with a sword in one hand and a maiden's smallclothes in the other," Maron jested, his laughter ringing out with his brother's. "In all honesty, brother, I have been. Nagga has served me well these past months, as she ever has. The greenlanders quaked with fear at the sight of her sails." That last bit was said with quite an amount of pride.

[ stormschild: ]

           It had been a long while since Syn had been to Pyke. She had been traveling the seas, but somehow decided to return home after many years. The welcome she received from her nephew was less than warm.            ”What a welcome, nephew. Hasn’t your mother taught you some respect for your elders?”

           "Aunt Syn," the words weren't so much as a greeting as they were an affirmation of who he was speaking to.           "My mother has taught me well, Aunt Syn, I was not aware that you were returning to us. Welcome back to Pyke."

[ saltironandsun: ]

           The way those footsteps sounded on the old wood of the Pyke piers only made Halden smile as he straightened his stance. He knew those footsteps anywhere. That uncaring, yet confident stride so much like his mother’s. He turned round, putting his gaze upon his younger sibling.

           ”It is good to see you, brother.”

          ”Halden, brother," Maron's smile was not only evident by the physical thing-- one could hear his lips curving while he spoke.           It was good that he had caught his older brother, he had meant to tell him of his ventures whilst on his reaving voyage.           "How are you? I imagine you've been busy up to no good, as usual." The jest was soft, knowing full well that Halden, while the eldest, was not known for trouble.

          Azure hues shifted as Maron strode to the piers, taking note of the other's unfaltering gaze.           "Yes? Is there something you need?"

[ ironbyblood: ]

            — - He was so like her, so unwilling to show affection. But he was a youth, and she knew he understood. Family was the most important thing in the world. The only ones you could love, the only ones you could trust. It was something she had never needed to teach him.

                          — - In truth, she had never needed to teach him much at all.

“I am glad to hear it. And glad to have you back,” she said aloud, clapping a hand fondly onto his shoulder. His eyes were hers, blue as the sea, and just as turbulent. But his hair he had inherited from Helbindi. Thick curls that no one was certain from where they came. He was handsome. Surely he must have a few pretty salt wives by now, in all his reaving. Regardless, she resisted the urge to ask.

"Mendie reads more of his books, Frieda dreams of being on the sea. Halden is as bright as always. Your fathers have missed you as well, lad." Though I have missed you more.

            — - “The next time you go reaving, I would like to go with you, I miss greenlander blood being spilt at my hands. If you would accept, of course, my love.”

              As sweet as his time atop the waves had been, his sickness had grown-- the sickness that yearned for family and the comforts of familiar waters. He was home now, and the sickness was being crushed beneath the weight of his relief.               Home.. Yes, the word tasted sweet enough on his tongue when he had been speaking of it on the waves-- how much he wished his mother could see his conquests. And, in truth, he had taken a few saltwives-- but they were not nearly as important as the islands, as coming home.               She spoke of his brothers, his sister, and he smiled. He would need to speak to each one of them, most like at dinner. While, as aforementioned by his mother, he was not an affectionate man, he did hold the same value as her in the utmost respect.               F A M I L Y is the most important and always will be.               At the mention of his joint fathers, he nodded and his smile stayed. Helbindi and Alaric were good fathers, just rulers-- Alaric, the King, and Helbindi the Hand. In fact, in Maron's own opinion, the three of his parents made for the most unified group of rulers that Westeros would ever know.               His mother struck him with a request. To sail with him someday on one of his voyages. The smile grew to a new length at that.               "Mother, you should know that you are always welcome aboard any ship of mine," he said between the curves of his smile-- the least used, yet best weapon he had against the greenlander women, and likely the cause for his saltwives.

on my other blogs, i am currently on a hiatus. Jackie, the lovely darling that she is, somehow convinced me to make Maron. seeing as he is a very new blog, i'll be spending most of my time working on getting all of the tags and pages up and running. however-- if you would like something small, and i do stress small, i will be willing to give you something. thank you all for following him, and please understand that any replies/starters/interactions will be rather slow due to my hiatus.

              Mother... The thought sped his pace slightly-- the woman who had birthed him, after months he would see her again. A small smile rose past the stern surface of a mildly gruff face. His countenance had grown rough, a shade darker than before-- a silent ode to the sun and salt that had whipped his skin like he had done something ill.              "Mother," he spoke the word at last. "It was well, though the feeling of sturdy ground beneath my feet is almost welcome. The sea is as much my home as with you, but she is not nearly as kind. Has much happened in my absence?"               I missed you, too-- the words hung unspoken, but there within the space between them.

              — - “Maron, my boy.”

He had been away too long. The boy loved being on the sea just as she did. And as much pride as the Queen of the Iron Islands took in seeing young Maron captain her old ship, the faithful and fierce Nagga, she missed him when they were not together. Not her first son, and not her last. But the one that shone in Salt and Iron. Just like his namesake, her father. Just like she. Pride seeped through her at the sight of him. Taller than she, handsome and strong. Just like she, but better.

                                                  — -  ”How was your voyage?”

i leave for all of about a half hour and this happens. hi. excuse the lack of... everything here. oops.

HOUSE GREYJOY MEME: [2/2] Moments in Ironborn History: Balon Greyjoy’s Rebellion

↳ "In 289AL, six years after Robert Baratheon had overthrown the Targaryens, Lord Balon Greyjoy of Pyke proclaimed himself King of the Iron Islands and led a rebellion against the Iron Throne. He was crowned beneath Nagga’s Ribs, by the priest Tarle the Thrice-Drowned with a driftwood crown. Greyjoy believed that King Robert’s rule was still insecure, that he lacked support amongst the nobility and wouldn’t be able to muster a host against him.”