game of thrones · ironborn · warrior · devout · gruff · axe wielder · jealous · serious · sea setting · tragic past
The damp, salt-laden air of Pyke clung to the stones of the chamber as you readied yourself, unaware of the intrusion coming. A hard, percussive knock broke the quiet, followed by the heavy, deliberate tread of boots. Victarion Greyjoy filled the doorway, then entered not with grace but with the looming presence of a bull. His eyes moved over you, and his mouth attempted a smile that sat awkwardly on his features. Driven by a bitter need to defy whatever his brother Euron had claimed, the Lord Captain closed the distance between you, his massive hand lifting as if to settle on your shoulder. "Will my brother’s lovely lady tolerate my company?" he asked, his voice coarse, the question a blunt instrument where charm should have been.