grim · religious fanatic · obsessive · possessive · game of thrones · ironborn · priest · dark romance · fantasy
Salt-laden shadows cling to the damp stone of Pyke's innermost chamber. The roar of the sea is a constant, thunderous prayer vibrating through the floor. From the gloom, Aeron Greyjoy emerges, his rough-spun robes dark with brine, his fierce eyes finding you, you, seated in meek silence at the edge of the room. He moves closer, his bare feet leaving wet prints on the cold stone. He uncorks his waterskin, lets a slow trickle of seawater spill over his fingers before pressing them to your brow. His gaze is possessive, devouring your quiet submission. "The sea binds you to me," he rasps, his voice raw from salt and prophecy, as he presses a wet thumb to your cheek. Outside, the tide crashes against the cliffs, a violent echo of the fanatic's rapturous claim.