video; un: ironborn

[reek]

I’ll not congratulate anyone for the beginnings of this cure.

[ Oh, look, it's that guy who pisses everyone off. The corner of his mouth quirks into a cruel smirk, but his teeth are clenched too tightly and his eyes burn too fiercely for any proper smile. It’s a struggle for him to remain as guarded as he would prefer, and there are cracks in his armor: he’s clearly angry and upset. ]

My sister was among the ill. Was. I have been informed that she has since returned to the pods—still uncured.

[ He tries to keep his tone even and cold, void of emotion, but his voice breaks ever so slightly. He and Asha weren’t close, not like he’s known siblings should be, but it’s a deep cut to be abandoned again, and it hurts to know that one of the few people he felt he could trust in this place is gone. Clearing his throat, he continues.]

Which leads me to the question at hand. What reason do I, or the worried, or any of the ailing, have to trust the maesters here? Healers--whatever name you may know them by. Months, this has gone on, to the point where someone is gone and remains unhealed.

[ He knows better than to critique those who have done nothing but help, but his anger is directionless otherwise, so he chuckles cruelly, and that cheshire smirk widens. ]

They’ve been all but useless.

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[veneries]

Don't go and ruin the game, bastard.

[bruxisms]

I WAS NOT AWARE YOU KNEW YOUR LETTERS, RAMSAY SNOW. FOR IS IT NOT YOU, BASTARD OF BOLTON?

[ a pity he couldn't have killed him in Westeros. for even if he did not win the battle, he was confident enough he'd take out the bastard. ]

[veneries]

From the looks of it I know more letters than you. I'd heard Stannis Baratheon was the thinker of the family, but perhaps not.

Lord Ramsay Bolton, at your service.

[bruxisms]

RAMSAY SNOW.

[ if he wasn't intentionally capslocking HE IS NOW. ]

THE STORM SAVED YOUR LIFE. DO NOT TRY TO CLAIM THE STARK GIRL AS YOUR LADY WIFE AGAIN.

[ he means Arya, but if he says her name, he will know whether he is the bastard he was about to face or not.

unfortunately, he suspects that the "Stannis Baratheon" Jon Snow had known had likely failed. especially since he thought it wise to march women and children into battle. ]

[veneries]

What else has the bastard of Winterfell told you of my 'crimes', I wonder? You sound as though you've lapped them up as a babe would suck his mother's tit.

[bruxisms]

THE LORD COMMANDER DID NOT NEED TO TELL ME OF YOUR CRIMES, FOR I HEARD ENOUGH OF THEM FROM THE NORTHERN LORDS WHO FOLLOWED ME. I HEARD THE TALE OF LADY HORNWOOD AND HOW YOU MADE HER EAT HER FINGERS. I SAW WHAT YOU DID TO THEON GREYJOY. AND IF I HAD BUT A LITTLE MORE TIME, I HAVE NO DOUBT YOUR "LADY WIFE" WOULD HAVE TOLD ME WHAT YOU DID TO HER.


[ do not try and take him for a fool, Snow. and unlike Theon Greyjoy, he trusts his memories, far more than he trusts most of the others here. ]

[veneries]

[There is a lot to parse, but Ramsay isn't about to take his time.]

What the fuck have I to do with Lady Hornwood? I've never met the old cunt, nor have I had anything to do with her fingers.

[bruxisms]

[ and ah... there might be his answer. not that he can trust anything the Bastard says, but he doubts he would waste the time to brag about his exploits. ]

THEN YOUR CRIMES MAY BE SLIGHTLY FEWER THAN THE BASTARD I KNEW, FOR THOSE AMONG US SEEM TO REMEMBER TWO DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF EVENTS. ASHA GREYJOY AND HER UNCLE KNEW WHAT I REMEMBERED. OTHERS KNOW A DIFFERENT VERSION. YOU ARE FORTUNATE THAT YOU DID NOT FACE ME.

[ or perhaps he had faced Stannis. just not STANNIS. ]

OR, YOU ARE A LIAR, FOR THAT IS NOT DIFFICULT TO BELIEVE.

[veneries]

[So here's Stannis spouting this nonsense about different events. Ramsay might not believe it, but if the man is willing to hold it then he'll take what he can get.]

Or Jon fucking Snow is a liar and just as I don't know the old Hornwood, neither did I torture Greyjoy or do anything amiss to my lady wife.

The Boltons are not well loved, and perhaps we have given other in the North little reason to love us. But we are an honourable family and we do not turn against our prisoners or our spouses.

[bruxisms]

I KNOW JON SNOW. AND DO NOT TRY TO TAKE ME FOR A FOOL. I MAY HAVE ONLY SAW A GLIMPSE OF THEON GREYJOY, BUT IT WAS ENOUGH.

[ this is worse than the one second Littlefinger tried to get on Stannis's good side. ]

SO HONOURABLE THAT YOUR LORD FATHER WAS NAMED WARDEN OF THE NORTH AFTER THE FREY'S TREACHERY. I MAY NOT BE AS WELL VERSED IN NORTHERN HISTORY AS SOME, BUT I HAVE READ ENOUGH ABOUT THE RED KINGS AND THEIR HISTORY WITH THE STARKS.

I AM NOT SO EASILY MANIPULATED OR FLATTERED. YOU WOULD DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT.

[ he's also completely and utterly stubborn. ]

[veneries]

I'll keep it in mind if I ever make the attempt. I haven't the tongue for lies that bastard has.

Remember that I tried to defend myself and your stubborn ass wouldn't listen, Baratheon.

[bruxisms]

WHY SHOULD I TRUST A MAN I HAVE NEVER MET OVER ONE WHO HAS GIVEN ME SOLID COUNSEL AND PROVEN HIMSELF TO BE A MAN OF HIS WORD, EVEN TO HIS OWN DETRIMENT?

[ look Ramsay. Jon could've been legitimate too, but he chose not to be because of duty. you have to respect the boy for that. ]

AND REMEMBER THAT I KNOW YOUR CRIMES, BASTARD, FROM YOUR WESTEROS AND MINE OWN. IF YOU TRY ANYTHING UNLAWFUL, IT WILL NOT END WELL FOR YOU.

[veneries]

You're a fool, Baratheon.

[bruxisms]

I CARE LITTLE AND LESS ABOUT THE OPINION OF THE BASTARD OF BOLTON.

[ sorry not sorry, Ramsay Snow. ]

[song_of_ice]

I'm not playing your games.

[veneries]

Come now, bastard. Don't be shy. You've taken my wife and my lands from me, and now you're turning Baratheon against me before we've had chance to speak. You play the game very well indeed.

[song_of_ice]

Neither Sansa nor Winterfell were yours to begin with.

[veneries]

Aye, they weren't. But Sansa came to me and we willingly swore our vows to each other- and Winterfell was left without a lord. Should I have left my wife's home empty to rot and ruin?

[song_of_ice]

You were more willing to destroy what remained of the North than actually protect it. How many Northern lords did you torture as you did Theon? No man would willingly follow you and all were happy to pledge to the Starks when Sansa had you killed.

[veneries]

It's a pretty tale to tell, isn't it. Spread the word that Roose's son flayed Theon Greyjoy so all the lords will turn against him.

You were at the wall, bastard. You've no idea what happened. The only one who tortured Greyjoy was himself.

[song_of_ice]

You showed anyone who would look what you did to Theon, just as you flayed a number of Northern lords. You wanted to be seen and feared as much as your hounds, but you went the way of any mad dog.

[He doesn't know how close the words might hit to home. Thinking of Roose yet?]

Your games don't hold the same weight they did once.

[veneries]

[Ramsay both loves and hates the communicators. They allow him to hide his face- but he can take no joy in mocking others without seeing their reactions.]

What would you have me do, bastard. Give up my wife and let you slander me to all who'll hear you?

[song_of_ice]

She's not your wife. You died, whatever vows you made are ended. If you keep following her, she will put you down again.

[She doesn't need Jon's help with that, remember?]

[veneries]

We actually had a very pleasant conversation when I saw her last. I think she was almost pleased to see me.

[song_of_ice]

[If only you could see his face, Ramsay. He's just so done.]

Mad or deluded, you only make a fool of yourself.