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HAGEN GREYJOY
Location: The Dungeons
Time: Seven days since the incident
Interaction: Kaylee Lannister - @Sailor Arti
Facelaim: Carlnes by 'aenaluck'
Titan let out an aggressive huff, shaking off the sensation of reigns against his mighty neck that brought the animal to an immediate halt. Much to the stable boy's dismay, lord Greyjoy left him to figure out how to handle the animal. Without a formal acknowledgment of the staff's insecure greetings, Hagen paved his way decisively. It has been a long seven days, and even with many protests, he would no longer stay away.
The fact that, for nights on end, a shut-eye was an unknown term to him meant that his tolerance level was lower than usual, even with Maya's warnings still ringing loudly in his head. The vision of guards challenged his heavily practiced neutrality. Those same bloody bastards that took her away in such a despicable, unforgivable manner. Seeing the large ironborn storming towards their ranks was enough for every guard present in the vicinity to stand up, alerted of his every move further.
"Lord Greyjoy," he was greeted formally by one of them. Hearing a cold, indifferent reference while being close enough to rip the man's head off of his shoulders took every last bit of Hagen's self-control not to act on impulse. But it was as far as it went. The evident spite in his voice was a clear enough message on its own.
"Where is she?" he barked out. More details would have been needed in any other situation, but the man already had a good idea of whom the ironborn lord was inquiring. A brief glance at his friend granted him a nod of approval, and the guard's attention went back to Hagen.
"I have to ask you to give up your blade before you enter, m'lord." Dozen of heavy swears rushed through Hagen's mind as he observed the armed guard elite that now surrounded him at a respectful distance. While their presence felt more aggravating than intimidating, he had to make peace with the fact that Maya had laid out so clearly: he is no good to Kaylee behind bars.
A moment later, and the large Kraken sword left Hagen's side. As soon as it did, men around him seemed to have relaxed too much for his liking.
"Very well," the guard nodded as the escort party of three more guards approached behind the ironborn. "This way, m'lord."
************
Descend to the cold halls of the jail felt like an eternity. Even more so since the leading guard dictated the pace, and it felt to the ironborn that they truly are doing everything in their power to infuriate him more.
"I can take it over from here," he said impatiently, as soon as the checkpoint has been reached.
"I'm sorry?" the guard stopped and turned briefly. But Hagen did not repeat himself. He remained silent, face to face with the guard for a moment before he made his way around him.
"I will have to ask you to stop this instant," a warning was issued to no avail. "Lord Greyjoy," the guard called once again, sternly. "I will be forced to remove you if you don't comply!"
It hit the correct string. Hagen halted and turned back with a spiteful scoff, struggling to maintain his anger on a manageable level. He would be seeing her alone, even if by force. "Don't think you have an advantage in your numbers or your blades," he replied impatiently. "Many have made that mistake, I assure you. I do not need my sword to rip you in half like a fucking pig!"
"We do not take kindly to threats, lord Greyjoy," the man responded, supported by the sound of his comrades reaching for their swords.
"Neither do I," the ironborn fired back, resuming his march decisively. "So you just keep your fucking distance, and neither of us will have to act on it."
************
The closer he got, the more hesitant his step became. An unnatural environment he couldn't imagine Kaylee being in messed with his head further, persistently insisting that there's been a mistake. It was impossible. The woman he knew wouldn't do anything to deserve any of it.
The cell was on his left, and he had almost missed it, taking a step back when the figure in a corner registered with him. Filthy, ragged cloth barely covering her milky skin riddled with a sinful amount of cuts and bruises. Her face was a barely recognizable vision of defeat covered with tangled silver strands of hair.
A sudden boil in his blood sent a wave of red across his vision. In the moment of realization that he was looking at the Lioness, he grabbed at the bars tightly before his head dropped, leaning against the rusted metal.
"Kay..." he identified her breathlessly while his whitened fits continued gripping at the door as if a single yank on them could finally set her free. "Kaylee. I'm here," he spoke up again, an audible note of fury parrying insecurity in his voice.
"What have they done to you?"
Location: The Dungeons
Time: Seven days since the incident
Interaction: Kaylee Lannister - @Sailor Arti
Facelaim: Carlnes by 'aenaluck'
Titan let out an aggressive huff, shaking off the sensation of reigns against his mighty neck that brought the animal to an immediate halt. Much to the stable boy's dismay, lord Greyjoy left him to figure out how to handle the animal. Without a formal acknowledgment of the staff's insecure greetings, Hagen paved his way decisively. It has been a long seven days, and even with many protests, he would no longer stay away.
The fact that, for nights on end, a shut-eye was an unknown term to him meant that his tolerance level was lower than usual, even with Maya's warnings still ringing loudly in his head. The vision of guards challenged his heavily practiced neutrality. Those same bloody bastards that took her away in such a despicable, unforgivable manner. Seeing the large ironborn storming towards their ranks was enough for every guard present in the vicinity to stand up, alerted of his every move further.
"Lord Greyjoy," he was greeted formally by one of them. Hearing a cold, indifferent reference while being close enough to rip the man's head off of his shoulders took every last bit of Hagen's self-control not to act on impulse. But it was as far as it went. The evident spite in his voice was a clear enough message on its own.
"Where is she?" he barked out. More details would have been needed in any other situation, but the man already had a good idea of whom the ironborn lord was inquiring. A brief glance at his friend granted him a nod of approval, and the guard's attention went back to Hagen.
"I have to ask you to give up your blade before you enter, m'lord." Dozen of heavy swears rushed through Hagen's mind as he observed the armed guard elite that now surrounded him at a respectful distance. While their presence felt more aggravating than intimidating, he had to make peace with the fact that Maya had laid out so clearly: he is no good to Kaylee behind bars.
A moment later, and the large Kraken sword left Hagen's side. As soon as it did, men around him seemed to have relaxed too much for his liking.
"Very well," the guard nodded as the escort party of three more guards approached behind the ironborn. "This way, m'lord."
************
Descend to the cold halls of the jail felt like an eternity. Even more so since the leading guard dictated the pace, and it felt to the ironborn that they truly are doing everything in their power to infuriate him more.
"I can take it over from here," he said impatiently, as soon as the checkpoint has been reached.
"I'm sorry?" the guard stopped and turned briefly. But Hagen did not repeat himself. He remained silent, face to face with the guard for a moment before he made his way around him.
"I will have to ask you to stop this instant," a warning was issued to no avail. "Lord Greyjoy," the guard called once again, sternly. "I will be forced to remove you if you don't comply!"
It hit the correct string. Hagen halted and turned back with a spiteful scoff, struggling to maintain his anger on a manageable level. He would be seeing her alone, even if by force. "Don't think you have an advantage in your numbers or your blades," he replied impatiently. "Many have made that mistake, I assure you. I do not need my sword to rip you in half like a fucking pig!"
"We do not take kindly to threats, lord Greyjoy," the man responded, supported by the sound of his comrades reaching for their swords.
"Neither do I," the ironborn fired back, resuming his march decisively. "So you just keep your fucking distance, and neither of us will have to act on it."
************
The closer he got, the more hesitant his step became. An unnatural environment he couldn't imagine Kaylee being in messed with his head further, persistently insisting that there's been a mistake. It was impossible. The woman he knew wouldn't do anything to deserve any of it.
The cell was on his left, and he had almost missed it, taking a step back when the figure in a corner registered with him. Filthy, ragged cloth barely covering her milky skin riddled with a sinful amount of cuts and bruises. Her face was a barely recognizable vision of defeat covered with tangled silver strands of hair.
A sudden boil in his blood sent a wave of red across his vision. In the moment of realization that he was looking at the Lioness, he grabbed at the bars tightly before his head dropped, leaning against the rusted metal.
"Kay..." he identified her breathlessly while his whitened fits continued gripping at the door as if a single yank on them could finally set her free. "Kaylee. I'm here," he spoke up again, an audible note of fury parrying insecurity in his voice.
"What have they done to you?"