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Guys I really dont think you understand how many podcasts I have saved
Im still finding more every day too

Podcast Truths

TANIS - everyone’s in love with Nic Silver

King Falls AM - everyone’s in love with Ben Arnold

Wolf 359 - everyone’s in love with Doug Eiffel 

EOS 10 - everyone’s in love with Ryan Dalias

Hello from the Magic Tavern - everyone’s in love with Chunt

Bright Sessions - everyone’s in love with Mark Bryant

Wooden Overcoats - everyone’s in love with Eric Chapman… and hates Rudyard Funn 

Having discovered the playback statistics button on the podcast addict app I can safely say I have a problem.

Podcast time... again?

Like I wrote a post about a week ago or so. And never a post of mine had receive such likes and reblogs (there aren’t many, but for me they are a lot. I have like 20 followers and most of them are not real people, and I’m at 70 or more notes) So if people like this, why shouldn’t I write more? This isn’t going to become a weekly thing, because even if I wanted I get obsessed with things too often. Like I only listen podcast for two weeks and then I stop and see like 10 seasons of 6 different series, or 20 movies per week, or 3 books a day (the book thing happens scarscely, usually on holidays). Well, here I go again.

If you want, you can skip to the interesting part, I don’t mind people not reading my rantings.

Podcasts I’m listenting to:

-Alice isn’t Dead, written by one of the creator of Night Vale. It promises to be as strange as Night Vale is, and I have to admit it creeps me out a bit, but other podcast is almost giving me nightmares.

-D&D is For Nerds, just listened to the first episode, mostly it is an easy listening (does that expression make sense?) It’s just a group of friends having fun.

-EOS 10, I finished the first season and I love it. I can’t bring myself to listen to the second one because we still don’t know when the third season will start. Honestly I don’t think I’ll be able to resist so I’ll probably have finished it by the next update I’ll post.

-Hello From the Magic Tavern, this was actually a recommendation I got from tumblr (thank you, @elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey​ ) And it is just pure, unadulteraed fun. It is improvised and the main cast are just three but they have guests in almost every episode. It’s a fantastic comedy, quite literally.

-Kakos Industries, I listen to it when I want to stop thinking It’s quite regular i its format, which is both an advantage and a disadvantage. It can be a bit monotonous but it works. I like it.

-King Falls AM, it’s so easy to fall in love with King Falls AM. I’ve previously compared it with Night Vale, and maybe the concept seems similar but the actual show isn’t. Whereas Night Vale is a creepy town which I would be scared to live in, I actually would love living in King Falls. Just listent to it.

-Limetown, waiting for the second season.

-Lore, creepy as always but I’m actually a bit disappointed with the last episode because it seemed more like an addition to the first episode than anything.

-The Black Tapes, remember when I said before ‘other podcast is almost giving me nightmares’? Well this is it, between this and Lore, these two week I’ve scared of everything, I’m like 8 years old again and I can’t be without a light on. Pathetic, right? I was actually kind of bored mid-season because they never really closed a case and most of the information given I could do wihout, even when Alex *SPOILER ALERT* realises that everything is connected, which honestly wasn’t such a big a revelation, it was a rather weak plot twist. Ok, it kind of got me mad, because it was kind of stupid. (Ok, sorry for ranting, sorry Black Tapes, I like you a lot really)

-Welcome to Night Vale, I still need to listen to the last two episodes so nothing new to report

-Wolf 359, only listened to the first three episodes but so far, so good. I love Eiffel antics and how he distrusts basically every other character.

List of to-listen: Tanis, Pleasure Town, Our Fair City, The Message, Serial, Sayer, The Secret World, We’re Alive and Presidential.

I want to record some audio that’s basically a riff on the “So This is Basically” series of videos by @jelloapocalypse . It would all just be audio because a) your boy can’t draw and b) it would revolve around podcasts, an audio format.

I already have a bunch I’m planning on doing, mainly about the ones I already listen to, but feel free to give any suggestions if you want to see any! I’ve tagged all of the podcasts I plan on doing! 

I want to avoid general talk shows since that would be straight up making fun of people (although I’m not above a few light-hearted jabs at creators.) So I’m keeping the focus on audio dramas or things with storylines in general.

gladniss  asked:

Ahhh, I dunno of this is awkward or not, but what are your recs for podcasts? I need something to listen to on my iphone other than music nowadays

Nah it’s good. This is what my current favorites are off the top of my head but I know we have a list here

  • Wolf 359 (Sci-fi. It’s about a three man crew orbiting a star called Wolf 359. It’s funny but hits the feels hard in later episodes.)
  • EOS 10 (Sci-fi. Doctors, terrorists, and addiction in space!)
  • Thrilling Adventure Hour (Old Time Radio spoof. It’s over but it’s really fun and there are 200 some episodes.)
  • The Bright Sessions (The best way I can describe it is “Therapy for the X-Men.”)
  • The Black Tapes (A docudrama about ghosts/demons/supernatural mess. Would not recommend listening to at night).
  • Alice Isn’t Dead (A lady searches for her lost wife. Also would not recommend listening to at night)
  • King Falls AM (Kinda like WTNV but in the real world.)
  • We’re Alive/ We’re Alive Lockdown (Do you like zombies? Here ya go.)
  • Our Fair City (A quirky, post apocalyptic series with many episodes. They are currently in season 7!)
  • Hello From The Magic Tavern (I am currently making my way through this one. Think of the wackiest game of DnD you’ve ever played. Now imagine all the characters were interviewed from it. That’s what this is.)
  • Limetown (A docudrama about a lady who investigates a town that vanished overnight.)
  • Ars Paradoxica (Time travel the podcast)

there’s probably more I’ll think of later. I’m terrible at descriptions clearly.

anonymous asked:

what podcasts do you recommend in general? my job allows me to burn the heck through audio material and i feel like i can never find anything

Okay, so some of these are things I’m caught up on, and some are just things that have been recommended to me that I haven’t gotten around to, but here’s what I’m subscribed to right now that isn’t 100% unfunny/dry educational/nonfiction stuff that’s pretty much Wikipedia on tape:

Siblings Peculiar; Limetown; What Should We Draw; The X-Files Files; Welcome to Night Vale; Alice Isn’t Dead; The Adventure Zone; My Brother, My Brother, and Me; CoolGames Inc; Sawbones; Bunker Buddies; Harmontown; Archive 81; The Black Tapes; Hadron Gospel Hour; The Bright Sessions; Darkest Night; EOS 10; Caught in the Web; Hello From The Magic Tavern; King Falls AM; Our Fair City; Spines; Tales of THATTOWN; The Penumbra Podcast; Uncanny County; The Orbiting Human Circus (of the Air); Wizard and the Bruiser; Wolf 359; The Bridge.

I know what you’re thinking: “Patsy Ann, that’s just a list of all the podcasts that there are.” But I’ve got five to ten hours of uninterrupted work that doesn’t require talking per day, and what am I supposed to do? Be alone with my thoughts? As if.

My top recommendations for podcasts that aren’t on MaxFun or Night Vale Presents are definitely What Should We Draw, Limetown, and Siblings Peculiar, but if you AREN’T already super into anything on the previously mentioned networks, Alice Isn’t Dead and The Adventure Zone really are worth your time if you’ve been on the fence about them.

anonymous asked:

Hey there, this is narniadrabbles (can't send asks as a sideblog. Boo!). Just wondering, how do you think Peter and Edmund would be with their knights? Like would they be super commander-like or really chill like bros?

Hello friend! (Friends? There’s two of you, yes?)Ohhhh, okay so I can see both.

  • So, with new troops, I feel like Peter and Edmund would play good cop, bad cop.
  • They would take turns for who is who.
  • Edmund would be the terrifying general who sees through your soul, while Peter is the commander willing to cut you a break if he’s loyal.
  • On the opposite sides, Peter is the commander who has a dangerous temper, and there’s rumors about his brutal punishment of running laps all night long.
    Edmund is the understanding one who won’t say a word if you’re honest with him.
  • But then, as they get into training more, the troops see Edmund trying to fit a whole pie in his mouth. And Peter is the one who dared him. And they realize they’re just normal people.
  • And some knights are like best friends with the kings.
  • They go to taverns and sometimes act more tipsy than they are and sing very loud and badly.
  • They never let the king’s win just because they are kings. They relish in victory, rare it may be.

Peter and Edmund with their knights are my fave. <3

who’s ready for podcasts this week???

Monday - Hello from the Magic Tavern & Wolf 359 (where Maxwell, Keplar, and Jacobi are going to be monsters and WHAT ABOUT HERA)

Wednesday - The Bright Sessions (CALEB. ADAM. I JUST. I CAN’T. I’M NOT READY)

Thursday - Welcome to Night Vale (ep 100! I’m so behind BUT EVERYONE’S COMING BAAAAACK) & Wooden Overcoats (finale finale finaleeeeee) & KING FALLS AM (episode 40 AND GUYS. IT’S GOING TO BE SO GOOD on top of the Ben and Sammy feels YOU ALL WE ARE NOT READY FOR WHAT THIS TEAM HAS COOKED UP) 

So basically I will be a hot mess and I’m so excited. 

House of the Rising Sun (A Prince!Shawn AU)

Summary: Shawn, Prince of House Mendes, first in line for the throne, struggles to separate his feelings from duty as he is set to wed you, the youngest daughter of House Sol, in a marriage set to end a hundred and fifty year war.

Ch. 8

The carriage ride was silent the whole way to the Cliff House in Helios - the mid way between Talan and Apollo, a place of neutrality. You attributed it to the fact that maybe Shawn was nervous about you finally arriving in Apollo, or the fact that you would really begin to become King and Queen come tomorrow.

Admittedly you wished there was more conversation. You wanted a distraction from the sadness you were feeling at leaving your parents behind in Talan and the teary goodbye you shared earlier this morning. You didn’t stop crying for the first hour of the journey, and Shawn held you tight to his chest until you cried your way to sleep.

You hadn’t slept much at all the night before, wanting to stay up as late as possible and continue talking with your mother. You slept in your room one last time, wanting to etch it into your memory as best as you could. Granted you’d return, but it would never be the same. You were thankful that Shawn understood your need for one last night at home.

Little did you know he had his own reasons for being thankful that he didn’t have to face you quite yet.

Shawn hated seeing you cry. This morning was the first time he’d seen it and he was a mess, wanting nothing more than to comfort you as best as he could, tell you that you didn’t have to leave, that you could stay in Talan and he’d take care of you and you could both live in the cottage and-

And that was exactly why he kept his mouth shut.

He’d spent the rest of the previous day mulling over Jack and Geoff’s words, coming to a realization that they were right. He was falling in love with you and it was distracting him. He hated to consider you a distraction, but it was the honest truth. You surrounded all of his thoughts, you were influencing his moods, and he was in love with you.

Gods, was he in love with you. Shawn was so obsessed with you it was becoming a problem. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to be - he meant what he said. He wanted to learn everything about you, he wanted there to be complete transparency between the two of you and he was craving to learn things about you everyday. Though you didn’t have time to yesterday, he still wanted to learn ten things about you, and he wanted you to learn ten things about him - everyday, for the rest of your lives, he wanted that.

But the guilt of the reality of the situation was beginning to eat him alive. It had truly only been four days since the two of you met, five counting today, and things had gone by so quickly he didn’t even realize how he was already fucking up the rest of your lives. He thought by learning from his parents’ mistakes and making sure you loved one another before you even began your roles as King and Queen was sure to create a solid foundation between the two of you. And so far, it was working. He just didn’t think he’d be fucking up his duties as King at the same time.

Shawn knew what he had to do to make this right, and neither of you were going to like it very much.

Jack, Geoff, and Charlie walked into the tavern and took a seat at the nearest table, armour clunking as they moved.

“This better be good,” Charlie says. “I had to lie to Her Grace about why I couldn’t stay at the Cliff House, and I would like remain off of the list of men who have lied to Her.”

Geoff narrows his eyes at him. “Too late, you’re already there.”

“Shawn needs your help, Charlie. That’s why you’re here.” Jack reminds him.

“I was going to help him.”

“And you will continue to if you care about the Queen at all.” Shawn says. The three men jump slightly in surprise, not having seen or heard the King enter the tavern or approach the table. He’s dressed in all black, cloak around his shoulders and hood on his head.

Jack snorts at him. “If you’re trying to be inconspicuous you’re failing miserably.”

Shawn ignores him, taking a seat. “The first council meeting is in three days. The Queen’s first advisory meeting will be in four. I have a plan.”

Jack stares at him. “You have a plan?”

“Yes,” Shawn says. “I do. And if you’re truly my brother as you claim to be then you’ll help me.”

Shawn takes Jack’s silence as confirmation. “Right then. I need all of you to schedule a separate meeting with both the council and advisory, in which you will present to them the fact that the Queen and I will be in attendance at both. I will discuss this with my parents, and I’ll be writing a letter to send by raven to the King and Queen Regent of House Sol to inform them of the change as well. Charlie, I also need you to help me write the letter so I can be sure that I’m not saying anything offensive. Geoff, I need you to prepare the Queen to be ready for these meetings, and Jack, I’ll need you to help with that as well. But while all of this is happening, and this is most important I need you all to keep the Queen and I apart. We can only be physically together in these meetings and at meals. However, we cannot sleep in the same bed until we establish a solid routine and know for sure that we aren’t distracting the other.”

Charlie pauses. “You mean, that she isn’t distracting you. She’s not the one distracted from her duties, you are.”

Geoff gives Charlie a cautionary glance, but it’s no use. Shawn barrels on. “I distracted her yesterday and got her to agree to the fact that I wasn’t allowed at her advisory meetings. While I’m sure you’re thrilled with it, I’m not. I’m not going to let our marriage reflect the marriages of our parents and the kings and queens before them.”

“Fine, fair point. But why sleep in separate beds? Why avoid the other?”

Shawn looks at him blankly. “Because Charlie, every time that the Queen and I are alone together we fuck, we make love, and everytime we do, I lose focus. I get distracted. Is that the answer you’re looking for?”

There’s a small silence before Jack bursts out laughing, face turning red as Geoff snickers behind his hand. Shawn knows he’s pissed him off but he doesn’t care. He’s sick of Charlie and his terrible attitude. Charlie glares at him, seething as he jabs a finger into his chest. “Don’t talk about her like that!”

Jack shoves him right back. “Lighten up, Puth, the Queen is a grown woman, she can handle herself. She’s not a child anymore.”

“I don’t have to help, you know.” Charlie tells Shawn. “I don’t care if you’re the King. You’re no King of mine. My loyalty is to the Queen, not to anyone else. I offered my help, and you’re the one who messed it all up. I don’t need to help you fix your mistake, because you made it.” It’s a challenging threat, his declaration of not recognizing Shawn as King is enough to start a war of its own, but the King is unfazed.

“Fine, then you don’t have to help.” Jack offers, irritated. “If you can’t see that being loyal to the Queen means being loyal to Shawn, then you don’t have to do a damn thing. If you’d rather contribute to the problem, contribute to the cause of the war that we’re trying to end, then so be it. Be her watchdog, but that won’t help any.”

Charlie, shocked by Jack’s admission, storms off, slamming the door of the tavern behind him. Shawn doesn’t say a word as he leaves.

“Ignore him,” Geoff says. “He’ll come around eventually.”

“And if he doesn’t?” Shawn counters. “I’m not just going to stop being her husband. I care about her too. I’m doing this for the both of us and he’s jeopardizing that.”

“Then he can forget being part of the King’s Guard and his only duty will be to the Queen, just like he wants.” Jack says, flagging down the barman for a round of drinks. “If he can’t see that you have a duty to the Queen just as much as he does, then that’s his problem. Now shut up and drink.”

You had just finished being bathed and dressed for bed, basking in the warmth of the fire that the keepers of the Cliff House had lit for you, keeping the room warm to combat the cool sea breeze coming through the window. You were nursing your second glass of wine by the time Shawn came into the room, his curls a mess atop his head, cheeks flushed red and tired eyes finding you curled up at the head of the bed.

“Shawn” you breathe out, taking in the sight of him.

At the sight of your wine glass, he smirked, a mischievous glint reaching his eyes. “That’s never a good sign.” He says, kicking off his boots and climbing onto the bed.

You could feel yourself get hot as he crawled up the bed before kneeling in front of you. The way his eyes raked over your body was sinful. His large hand wrapped around your ankle, slowly making its way up the smooth skin of your leg and under the skirt of your nightgown, his other hand coming to slip the skinny strap of it down your shoulder, placing his lips on the skin there gently.

“Do you remember what happened the last time you drank wine?” He murmurs. “I had to put you to bed before I even got to taste you.”

There’s a slight whine to his voice and you feel it in your core, lips parting slightly. He maneuvers until he’s sitting behind you, back against the headboard, your body between his legs, back against his firm chest. He takes your wine glass, chugging the last of it before placing it on the bedside table. Your hands move to his thighs, the thick muscles taught and strong beneath your fingers as you begin to massage them.

He pushes your hair aside, exposing the bare skin of your neck where his lips begin to leave hot kisses, nipping here and there. “Talk to me,” he tells you, hands travelling up and down your sides. “Ten things.”

“Right now?” You manage to gasp out.

He sucks lightly on your skin, pausing to say “Yes, my love, right now.”

You rack your brain for simple things to say, things you can rattle off because the faster you say them the faster you and Shawn can get to what you both really want to do.

“I’ve never been stung by a bee, I’ve only ever had pet cats and not pet dogs because my parents thought I was allergic to dogs, my first word was ‘Sun,’ I—ahhhh”

You gasp, Shawn sucking hard enough at your neck that you know it’ll bruise over. When you stop speaking, Shawn pulls away only slightly to say “Keep going, I’m listening.”

“I didn’t learn how to ride a horse until I was sixteen, I get nosebleeds when I’m too cold, I haven’t seen my older sister in seven years, I can’t sing, I love running, I love gardening, and I love when you kiss my neck like that.”

You can feel his lips smile against your skin where he nips gently with his teeth, running his tongue over it to ease the pain. He pulls back, turning you so that you can look at him. Under your stare though, he gets nervous, so he opts for interlacing your fingers and focusing on the way you make him calm down.

“I love kissing you, everywhere, anywhere I can get to if you’ll let me.” He begins. “I love the way you look at me like I’m the greatest thing you’ve ever seen. I love your intelligence, I love making you smile, I love that you trusted me enough to be your first, I’m slightly nervous to bring you back to Apollo because I really want you to be comfortable there and love it the same way that I do, I admire your compassion, I like that you’re accepting of my affection, I love that you love being with me, because I don’t like being without you.”

He sighs deeply. “And I say that because for the next few days I’m going to have to be.”

You tilt your head in confusion, bringing your hand up to cup the side of his face. “What do you mean?”

“I made a mistake,” he admits. The guilt in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed. “I made a mistake, and Jack and Geoff are trying to help me fix it.”

“What happened?”

He hesitates, but he can’t lie to you. He can’t start your marriage like this. No secrets, no lies. “I wasn’t paying attention yesterday, in the meeting with your father. I uh, I got distracted. I had a plan, for us, you see, and part of that plan was to tell both our parents that I want you to be part of the Royal Council, and that I want to be part of the Queen’s Advisory.”

You’re shocked, to say the least. As long as Talan and Apollo have both stood, the Queen has never taken part in the Royal Council, and a King has never been part of the Queen’s Advisory.

The two were created to be separate so that the King would assume head of the council, be in charge of every critical and imperative decision there ever was and would be - things as simple as taxes, laws, judiciary rulings, to things as large as war - those were all duties of the king. The Queen’s advisory was concerned with the people of the kingdom. Every social concern of the citizens belonged to the Queen - always known as the Queen Mother, keeper of her people. The King and Queen have never interfered with the other. As a result, the governing body of kingdoms was always split in two, and if kingdoms fell in war, it was because the King or Queen that was left standing was never strong enough to rule alone.

To change that? To upend the way rule is separated, and has been separated for generations and change how the monarchy rules…it’s…revolutionary. Shawn thought of this on his own? Shawn wants this? For the both of you?

“I know that our marriage is the hope to ending the war. A war that’s still going on out there. But if there’s anything I’ve learned from our history, I can’t stop it by myself. I can’t stop a war between two kingdoms when I only know about one, I can’t rule a kingdom if I don’t know the people. I need your help, I need you by my side through it all as my wife and as my Queen. And I wanted to say as much yesterday, but I didn’t. I wasn’t focused, so it seems like I agreed to keep our business separate and I don’t want that. The council and advisory in Apollo are already preparing to continue business as usual and Jack and Geoff are going to help me fix it.”

Shawn tightens his grip on your hands, and finally looks into your eyes. “And until we fix it, we’ll both be very busy. The first council meeting is in three days, and the first advisory meeting is in four. I need to be prepared for both, and so do you. Jack will be with you these next few days to teach you everything you need to know.”

“And when will I see you?” You ask. “Will we have time to see each other?”

He smiles. “We’ll make time. It’ll mostly be during meals, and we can set some times in the mornings and in the evenings aside, but I don’t think we’ll be able to share the same bed until the meetings have concluded, and - baby? Honey? Are you alright?”

His hands cup the sides of your face, and take in your blank expression. “Talk to me, please.” Shawn says.

“It’s just…it’s a lot to process. I mean I knew that when we arrived there would be much to do, but I didn’t anticipate it to all come at once. And…and the council? Will they even let me be part of it?”

“They’ll have no choice, and if anyone of those councilmen question you they are more than welcome to leave and find another King and Queen to serve.”

“And the advisory?”

“Your people are mine, and my people are yours. We’re all affected by the war, and we all have ideas on how to change it. The concerns of the people should be the concerns of the both of us.”

You purse your lips, staring at Shawn. He seems so…confident. So sure. “You really think this will work?”

He smiles, pulling your face closer so he can kiss you. It’s soft and deep, honest. When he pulls back, he’s looking at you with bright and excited eyes, “it will work. These next four days, they’ll be tough, but it’ll work. I promise.”

I think one of my favourite stories about Hercules Mulligan was when Lord Rawdon tried to recruit a corps of Irish loyalists called the ‘Volunteers of Ireland’ and attempted to get Mulligan recruited. Major John Lynch (the chief recruiting officer) and his recruiting party went around taverns and inns in New York to entice people but were failing to gain enlistments, so when Lynch saw that Hercules was the most popular man in a tavern on Kings Street due to the Irishman knowing and conversing with almost everyone, he tried to get him to enlist.

He first asked Mulligan and his friends whether they were willing to demonstrate their patriotism by joining up, and the tailor laughed friendlily, thanked him for the offer but told him they weren’t interested. Lynch persisted, then questioning their patriotism and manliness of those who refused to fight for the king, and continued to persist until Hercules told him that he would question both the patriotism and sanity of any Irishman who would put on a red coat for the shilling that was offered to them. Lynch’s recruiting party took offense and threatened Hercules, causing Hercules to calmly stand up to his full height, adding that if Lynch and his redcoats were eager to test his manliness or fighting qualities then they were more than welcome. The redcoat group agreed, and both Lynch and half a dozen of his men charged at him while he happily took off his waistcoat so he could defend himself – however most of the men in the tavern had stood up and moved to support Mulligan. The two groups glared at each other before Lynch ordered his party out of the tavern to the laughs of the other men.

Seeking: Podcast recommendations

Ideally audio drama, but let me know if you’ve got something anyway.

I currently listen to:

Alice Isn’t Dead- ars Paradoxia- Attitude Heroes- Australian True Crime- The Bright Sessions- Criminal- Cthulhu and Friends- Fighting for Fair- Hector vs the Future- Hello From the Magic Tavern- King Falls AM- Mabel- My Dad Wrote a Porno- The Orbiting Human Circus- The Penumbra Podcast- Spines Podcast- Spirits- The Strange Case of Starship Iris- Thrilling Adventure Hour (TBH Only really Sparks Nevada)- Under Pressure- Welcome to Night Vale- Within the Wires- Wolf 359.

I realise that is a lot of podcasts and I think maybe I have a problem, but meh. Still looking for more.

anonymous asked:

i know you ship jon/arya so i'll totally understand if you dont accept this arya/gendry request but - a somewhere in the future fic before the final battle happens; arya, sansa, jon are at winterfell (maybe bran too), and gendry finds his way there. there's initially some friction because of the long gap, but they're getting over it, and gendry is really devoted to her esp after all that had happened. Sansa's PoV, because she recognizes his devotion and has always wanted something like that- 1/2

[cont] -it’s almost like the songs but all her betrothals/marriages so far (joff, tyrion, harry) were NOT something she’d dreamt of and wishing she had someone like that too. ps: i LIKE sansa (not as much as arya, but i like her) but i do think it’s ironic that for a girl who wanted a happily-ever-after-with-prince-charming got the marriages bt not the way she wanted, something that could be said of many characters in the story (but that’s another point :D) (come to think of it, a meta about that?)-2/2

He looked like Lord Renly. 

It was the first thing that came to Sansa’s mind when her sister had come home, a pack of hungry men and wolves stalking at her heels. The wolves were haggard, starved, the men even more so; they were lean, feral looking things, that wore gaunt masks and tattered clothing that hung over bone like stolen skins. All but one. The knight who followed Arya around everywhere, sticking to her like some sullen dark shadow.

He was handsome. More than handsome, really, looking every bit the lost Baratheon son that people claimed him to be. He was just a bastard, borne of lust and sin of old King Robert and some tavern wench, and yet…

His eyes were blue - so blue, like the cast of day over the Trident a lifetime ago before everything had gone to the seven hells, blue like the frost of winter roses. And his hair was thick and black as midnight, hanging over his eyes in a way that begged to be touched. He was strong too, muscled like some war hero from the songs. And his looks, all those lingering, caressing looks, brewing with the utmost of devotion, were for Arya Stark, her little sister.

Every so often, Sansa watched them, watched Arya and her knight; sometimes it was with passing interest, other times it was with envy. Days in Winterfell were long when you were waiting for Death to come beckoning, and Arya was constantly moving, as if she could not keep still. 

Ser Gendry was always with her, trailing behind her like some lost little duckling. Only…he didn’t look lost. He followed at her heels of course, stopping when she stopped, going when she went; touching her arm, the small of her back, her hand, her wrist. The touches were fleeting, but they were careful, meaningful, stolen almost in the midst of war and ice and watchful eyes. 

No, Ser Gendry never looked lost. With Sansa’s little sister, he always seemed home.