Hagen Greyjoy
Location: New King's Landing; Black Mermaid
Time of day: Night
Interaction: @Sailor Arti - Kaylee Lannister ; NPC - Hog
Mood: Deeply Concerned
(Art by Aenaluck)
"And here I thought riches to rags was the new fashion trend. Pity." Hagen could only nod cluelessly. He knew approximately nothing of any fashion rages or trends, and he had decided to take her word for it. She could be as well wearing a bunch of rags, and it would all be the same for him as long as she kissed him the way she did.
"Ah well, the dress was nice while it lasted."
"Indeed," he agreed absent-mindedly, stroking his beard while he watched with a smug smirk as she undressed in front of him.
"That being said, do you even have anything in this place that would remotely fit me?" It took him a moment to unglue his eyes from her curves, shyly hidden in the undergarments, and to bring his focus fack to the question she was asking him, although he had already directed her in the right direction towards the chest with clothes.
"Well if only I had known. Unfortunately, I never felt the need to keep my boyhood clothes with me. Not enough room for sentiments on this ship."
As soon as Kaylee opened the chest, Hagen had found himself quite curious over what she will manage to improvise from all of the cloth. She worked her way through it fast, however, quickly deciding on a comically oversized black shirt that fished out a chuckle from Hagen. It somehow made her look even smaller, and after she had added the belt as well, she resembled a child trying to fill in man's garments.
"Well, this is the best I can do." Kaylee sighed, adding some fishing touches and Hagen nodded approvingly. Not sure this attire won't get you in trouble though." Kaylee said with a smirk, and Hagen grinned back, lifting himself off the bed and fixing his own shirt. "Well. If it does, it is worth it. But let's hope for the best," he smirked as he followed her movement across the room.
"Shall we?" Kaylee suggested as soon as she grabbed the slice of cake and headed to the door without much hesitation. That was more like it. And while nothing was yet completely alright, getting her mind to the right place, or at the very least remotely to where it was supposed to be for her own sake was a good start.
He followed after her as his mind grew progressively restless over the piling issues at hand. With her, he briefly set it aside; partially to relieve her of such knowledge and partially to be relieved himself. Back on the deck, the concern struck him again, even though he still hid it cleverly. There was evidently fewer men around the deck, and he had assumed that whatever Hog had done, worked out.
Kaylee made her way under the deck quickly, addressing the old man as soon as she touched the boards of the ship's kitchen.
"Hey Dad," she greeted him with a wide grin, and as if he was expecting her to stop by at any second, Hog immediately laid down his tools and bailed on cleaning the mugs just to address a very dear visitor properly.
"Well are me eyes 'n' and me ears deceivin' me, Or is that the Beauty of Westerlands?", the Hog shouted across the bar. His grin subsided ever so slightly as he quickly acknowledged her rather unusual clothing combo. The one she did not board the Black Mermaid in.
"Thanks,"
Without saying much about her garments, he simply shot a significant glare at Hagen that walked in.
"What? What did I do now?" He asked, but Hog chose to ignore it as his attention was brought back to a small lady devouring the cake at the bar.
As careful as one would approach a kitten, Hog let out a happy, ringing chuckle and laid his large hand to pet Kaylee's head.
"Welcome. Lotsa more where that came from!"
"In that case", Hagen spoke up as he prepared to be seated next to her, reaching out to steal a finger-full of chocolate from Kaylee's plate, just to be quickly stopped by a slap on the wrist from Hog that caught him by surprise.
"Oi!" He complained with a perplexed frown, but Hog had none of it.
"Get yer own piece. Right in the back," the man threw his arm backward in the direction of the pantry without taking his eyes of the lioness and the speed she was emptying her plate with.
"Delicious as always. You wouldn't believe the atrocities they tried to feed me at the feast, however. Not even acceptable to look at let alone eat." It immediately lured out a scoff from Hagen, and he leaned sideways to fully enjoy the drama Kaylee was weaving to get under Hog's skin. He could not blame the man. He'd act on it the same.
"Heh," came out of Hog as he poured some juice into one of the mugs, offering it to Kaylee.
"That's because their kitchens don't have me," he jested, bumping his chest proudly. Being another man that was a lot taller than Kaylee, Hog had generously spared her the pain of looking up at him by leaning against the counter as they spoke.
"When that happens, you just run to me."
"You are spoiling her. We will all regret this," Hagen rolled his eyes as he kept himself busy with a rag he weaved and spun across the bar in front of himself.
"I don't remember asking ye, son," Hog retaliated almost immediately. And while to the outsider it may have seemed like a more violent banter was soon to take place, it was a habitual little argument between the two that either of them took too much to heart. And even though he tried his best to seem needy, Hagen was also very pleased with the fact that among the crew, there are important people that approved of her and accepted her the way they did. At times like those, it was a blessing.
Naturally, Kaylee cared not for Hagen's whines and she was quick to get her point across.
"The cake is wonderful but I'm starving." magic words. The music to Hog's ears. Immediately, the old pirate straightened up and got to work.
"Well, why didn't ya say so, eh? That ain't how we do things 'round here." Due to the number of people on the deck, as well as plenty of them being constantly hungry, Hog was never lacking some fresh food to share.
As soon as it was possible, the man returned with a wide plate of goodness for the lady in one, and a basket of fresh bread in the other, serving them in front of her with a pleased grin. The plate had a bit of everything, including fish, some pie, daily purchased chicken, and few sausages, with some cheese and vegetables to top it off.
"Dig in," he ordered jovially, taking a step back to admire it himself.
Raising his eyebrow, Hagen studied the large plate of food, his stomach rebelling lightly as he eyed the lamprey pie.
"You seriously think she will be eating all of that?"
"She'll eat as much as she'll eat, son." Hog quickly defended the lioness.
"I mean, it wouldn't hurt if I was to help her a little with the pie, at least."
"Ain't gonna hurt me. Sure gonna hurt ye," Hog responded again, unfazed, causing Hagen to groan in annoyance.
"Listen, old man. As a captain, I will be taking some pie that was meant for me in the first place!"
"As ay captain," Hog jumped in, for once turning his attention to Hagen with a smug smirk.
"Ye have ay pair of workin' arms 'n' legs and ye can go and get some for yerself and not rob hers."
Encountered with a promise of lamprey pie and an angry growl in his stomach, what was the man supposed to do? A few swears and huffs later, Hagen disappeared behind the bar, getting his own damn pie, and while he was busy making sure he did not turn over anything that Hog might make him regret, the cook referred back to Kaylee with almost the same scolding tone, albeit with a more evident playful tone.
"And ye! 'Bout time ye bring over some of yer own clothes on board. Lovely lady like ye, walkin' around in captain's shirt. Ye deserve better," he chuckled briefly, just before her face turned more solemn and his tone more serious and caring.
"And it goes for everythin' else, yes? Now, I ain't gonna pry in yer kids' business. But if ye ever feel sad, ye can talk to the old Hog. Just putin' that out there. And ye better not be comin' to my ship with yer head down like that as a habit!" He clarified with a smirk, patting her head generously.
"Hey", he called out to her as he caught up out in the hall of the castle. "And where do you think you're going?" Although his demeanor and his face painted heavy disapproval of the state he had found her in, Hagen's voice was merely a splinter stricter with plenty of concern. Following the question, he reached forward and carefully grabbed Kaylee's upper arm with a well-measured tug that one would hardly expect from a rugged ironborn. Giving a quick glance to a servant that rushed by as fast as they could with a quick, fearful greeting, he met his siren face-to-face. 
