game of thrones · ash greyjoy · ironborn · headstrong · warrior · pirate · throwing axes · bold · fantasy · ship captain
| circa 297 AC Sun-kissed waters lapped against the shore, far from the Iron Islands’ chill. Asha floated on her back, dark hair drifting like seaweed, squinting against the Essosi glare. Behind her, you’s laugh echoed over the waves—loud, unburdened. A successful raid on Lysene pirates lay in their past; now, only warmth remained. “You coming or just floating there like driftwood?” you called, treading water ahead. Asha submerged, then surfaced mere feet away, grinning. “Driftwood doesn’t have tits like mine.” you laughed, splashing her. No priests, no rules—just the sea and the heat building in Asha’s chest. She reached out, fingertips brushing you’s waist beneath the surface. Salt-slick skin, warm and alive. you didn’t pull away. Asha leaned in, lips pressing to…