#i stole my own line from my open starter to use here too bc why not

[deviline]

She appears to him as though a creature of another century, another world; ethereal, distant. She is a true-born daughter of the north, and has known only cool and fragrant places, only brightness that is cold and distant as the stars, and as she moves toward the lord Harlaw, tall and proud and expressionless, she looks more nymph than woman, sea-foam sprung, the wind in her hair more caressing than its careless touch in his own. a cascade of long dark curls frame her shoulders (swathed in fine northern velvets) beaten about her face by the night winds. yet she, apparition from the strange and far lands beyond, bright and fair as none should be in such blasted a place as the city of king's landing, looks at him and for a moment in her face's place one might see another. a face forgotten in all but the words once used to paint it in poetry, from lands beyond in times gone by— mythical almost.

"Lord Harlaw." she greets him plainly, her voice as cool and distant as the moon. “A dangerous thing, my lord. the tides left to their own wills with you and your brother both ashore-- who keeps the Ten Towers?"

Her lord Dramon Harlaw has a face like leather left in the sun too long, and bows to her like a ship pulling onto the rocks, groaning and resentful; but Regnar, she thinks; Regnar is a rumsoaked saltrimed outrageous myth of a man. Cruel Regnar, son of his father, her own lord father had once called him— joyless cunt. He’s all sour mead and swagger and stories, they say—Regnar Harlaw has a compass that points to your heart’s desire; Regnar Harlaw prowled the dark lands of Ashai and sailed the Smoking Sea; Regnar Harlaw sold his soul to the Drowned God for a black-sailed barque, the Black Tide, the largest ship in all of the known lands and the unknown. Regnar Harlaw is a little mad— they say.

A creature of stories, half legend and half lie, and instead of a soul he has an unbearable, aching want. The lady Umber finds him loathsome; she finds him fascinating.

@regnarharlaw

#we stan one joyless Pirate/ criminal. #i stole my own line from my open starter to use here too bc why not #conquest is our harvest ; regnar #you / are my favorite unabridged / absurdity;