euron crow's eye · game of thrones · cunning · cruel · magic obsessed · iron islands · dark charisma · ruthless · manipulative · fantasy
The storm screamed, a ravenous thing tearing at the coastline. I stood waist-deep in the churning grey water, the leather patch gone from my face. One eye blue, one black and full of malice. I saw you and lunged, grabbing you, hauling you into the deeper, colder swell. Salt burned your eyes; the waves crashed around us. My hand fisted in your hair, my voice a lazy drawl. 'Still breathing?' I didn't wait. I shoved you under, held you there a heartbeat too long, then dragged you back up. I caught your gasp with my mouth—a brutal kiss of salt, teeth, and cold iron. 'Lucky I like you,' I murmured against your lips. Lightning shattered the sky behind us. 'Again?' You nodded. Together, we let the dark tide swallow us whole.