The fire had long since turned to smoke while the remains of their burning fleet were nothing more than broken, blackened wood and fabric. Theon had managed to climb aboard a drifting piece of wood that had received minor damage in the attack. Dawn was on the horizon, casting a faint light across the water.
Theon was still reeling from the events that had happened a few hours before. He shouldn’t have jumped. He should have helped Yara. He was a coward and, as much as he tried to escape Ramsay’s clutch, he will always be a large, looming presence in Theon’s life. Gods only know what Euron has planned for her. It won’t be a quick death, but slow and torturous.
Theon flinched and his body twitched as he remembers his time at the Dreadfort. No, he mustn’t drown his mind in those memories. Not now. He’ll never get to shore alive otherwise. Then again, maybe he should just die, here, in the sea. Like a true iron born. But he was never that, not really. He was too young when he was taken away. Too young to learn their ways. It was the ways of the north that he was taught. Stark ways. Honour. He lost all that when he tried to be iron born. And then he lost all of that when he lost Winterfell. He lost his identity. His mind. His independence. And now, now he’s lost the one person who had fought to get Theon Greyjoy back. Theon remembers the look in her eyes as Euron’s blade was at her neck. She begged for him, her brother. And he didn’t help! Theon shook his head, trying to change his thought process. He has to get out of here! But how?
He was in the middle of nowhere - too far from any shore. He has no food. No water. He’d die from hunger, and thirst, and exhaustion before he could get to shore.
The sun was climbing ever higher. The wreckage of the attack could be seen drifting across the darkness of the water. In the light of dawn, he could see thick black blotches on top of the gentle ripples of the sea in the morning. He knew what colour they would be if he got close enough to see properly: red. The colour that is seen as a babe is born to the world. And the colour that is seen as a person leaves this world and meets the Gods. At least, in the middle of war it is. Many people left to stand before the Gods and their judgement last night.
Again, Theon shook his head trying to rid himself of the nights events. He watched as the sun climbed higher, and higher, until it was high in the sky. It was almost noon. Amidst the wreckage of Yara’s fleet, and floating bodies, a shadow appeared. Theon thought nothing of it; he was exhausted and dehydrated. But he watched. He watched as the shadow grew from a speck into a blurry shape. It was only when the shadow got close enough that Theon began to focus on it. The shadow had now taken the shape of a single row boat and a person.
He began to worry. Euron has come back to find him. Yara escaped and has come to berate him for his cowardice. Or something else. Whatever it is, it is heading towards him and nothing, nothing good could come from this. Theon began to panic. But where could he go? He couldn’t row anywhere, and he has no energy to swim. He would drown and then he’d be facing the Drowned God for judgement. And it’s clear that He does not like Theon. At least, nothing good has come to Theon since he was baptised once again in the salt water.
As Theon’s mind stumbled over the few scenarios available to him, the single rowboat and rower had got closer that Theon was now in clear view of the rower. He had strong, distinctive features: strong jaw, tanned skin, blue eyes, and thick, black hair. And he was strong. As strong as a bull. It was as if he had been rowing the boat for many years…
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Pretty rushed draw of Moon Spirit Mari. There’s a Sun Spirit Adrien to match this but I don’t have enough time to do both atm so here’s more on my Sun/Moon Spirit AU to explain that the spirits are not all fun and games.
Mari and Adrien are the eldest spirits, being around longer than any other in the spirit world.
Spirits all fight creatures of malice that roam around Earth to protect humans, it’s their job essentially.
They take something similar to job shifts lmfao, Mari fights during the night and of course, Adrien does his work during the day.
Mari has slain thousands of creatures of malice for centuries and is known to share the title of the most powerful spirit with Adrien.
This will make a lot of sense when you guys hear the full moon/sun backstory.
The only spirit on par with Mari is Adrien and vice versa.
Mari and Adrien’s power have been widely acknowledged by gods. It’s been speculated that both have the power to become gods, but neither have really took the oppurtunity.
That’s really all for now but the spirits have one more thing they do I have yet to reveal and of course the big backstory. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
If no one will give me Allura/Lance bestie content, I will make it myself smh. So here’s some headcanons! :)
-Lance flirting with Allura in a joking, friendship sort of way with Allura either rolling her eyes while smiling or jokingly flirting back
-They would totally go shopping together, they’re shopping buddies
-“Okay, I love this dress but it’s really expensive.”
“Allura, babe, treat yo self.”
-They share beauty tips and fashion advice with each other. Allura is always in awe of Lance’s weird beauty tricks because they actually work like where did you find this Lance????
-Sleepovers! I 👏 demand 👏 cute 👏 sleepovers 👏
-Lance can’t get enough of Allura’s hair and will play with it for hours, trying out new hairstyles
-“Ohmygawd, there he is, Allura. What do I do???? What do I do???”
“Hey, my friend thinks your ass is hella fine!”
-They’re each other’s wingman.
-Lance to Shiro: Nice outfit. Bet it would look great on Allura’s bedroom floor.
Allura to Keith: Do you mind giving Lance your heart? His heart got stolen by a certain red paladin.
-Hunk joins them in their hijinks because 1. They’re his friends and he loves them 2. They need some sane friend to make sure they don’t blow their money on everything they see.
-Team You Can’t Sit With Us
-Their selfies with each other are either them being Gorgeous™ or with the dumbest expression you’ve ever seen, there is no in between
-Lance being overdramatic about something and Allura petting his head going, “There. There.”
-Lance: I’m going to jump!
Everyone: Lance no!
Allura: *videotaping* Do a flip!
-No but Allura really does care for Lance’s wellbeing and will fight anyone who insults him that isn’t part of the team.
-Allura: Lance is such an idiot.
Someone: Yeah, he’s so stupid. Can he do anything, right?
Allura: eXCUSE ME I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW HE THE MOST CARING PERSON I KNOW AND IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP RIGHT NOW YOU’LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH MY FISTS.
Dean slowly realizes that Castiel’s vision is deteriorating.
Or maybe it had never been all that great.
At least, his vessel’s vision isn’t great and all of that squinting Castiel does isn’t just squinting for the sake of squinting. Dean figures Jimmy may have worn glasses or contacts in his life that Cas had never bothered utilizing for whatever reason.
He needs to hold his cell phone screen up closer to his face - then back - and then close again while trying to read text messages, all the while squinting.
Dean took him to the movie theater once just for the hell of it and had sat in the back row while Castiel had spent the whole time squinting and asking Dean which character was currently on screen,effectively sucking the fun out of that evening.
Eventually, after enough evidence, Dean drags Castiel to an eye doctor because as adorable as they are, the squints were apparently a sign of visual impairment and not a constant state of confusion or suspicion.
Sure enough, Cas is blind as fuckand how he’d been getting around all these years is a miracle in itself.
The doctor sets Cas up with a nice set of bold, black rims not too long after (which, first off, hell yeah) and Castiel actually fucking gasps when he slips them on and sees Dean clearly for the first time.
“You’re beautiful.” Castiel murmurs, reaching out a hand to gently brush at the freckles along the bridge of Dean’s nose.
Dean blushes profusely and gives an attempt at a sputter, but doesn’t say anything when Castiel stares at him in awe the entire ride home.