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gimme Ebb & Karl yeye

I got 70-ish icons for child Ebbert and I am ready to use them. Slam down and like this post or reblog it for a starter where Ebbert is a child.

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“So, Gryff...”

The eldest Whitehill son’s voice was filled to the brim with a painful attempt at being warm, his cold eyes deliberately angled away from the child he did not consider to be a brother.  “How would you like to go on a hunt with your big brother?”

This would be fun.

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“Fucking useless.” Ludd huffed, exasperation thick in the air. He’d already assumed Ebbert was too scared to fend anyone off by himself; he’d always relied on his brothers - or his mother - to do it for him. He’d thank Gryff for bringing this disgusting rumour to his attention before it became too serious if it wasn’t so hard to swallow his pride.

“Aye, we’re done.” He grunted, shifting back in his chair. “I’ll be glad to see the back of you at this rate - I’ll just have Torrhen and Gryff to worry about. A Whitehill is still a Whitehill, but gods can a Whitehill be depressing sometimes.”

“Leave me alone.”

“I’m your bloody father, Ebbert.” he spat the name like it was a curse. “I’ll do as I l damn well please.” 

The belt he had wrapped in his hand felt like it was weighing him down - or perhaps that was his rage. If these rumours were true his house would never hear the end of it.

“You’d best tell me what they’re saying is a lie.” he snarled through gritted teeth. “Or I’ll beat those lies out of you.”

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Ludd. Have I ever told you that I love you so much that I just wanna put my mouth on your horse don don?

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“Believe me, I require no sympathies.” Karl chuckled, a sly grin crossing his lips. “Though your impression would be... nice.”

He halted his signature smirk and finally let his cold, dead eyes fall upon the woman. She wasn’t demeaned by his attitude or his words, and while Torrhen or Gryff would ask her who she thought she was talking to, Karl could only appreciate someone who took no shit, who didn’t back down. He didn’t contest people who were sure of their place; people who were sure of themselves defined their own place in the world. People like Gryff had their place defined for them.

“I didn’t introduce myself, did I?” he asked, holding out a gloved hand for the woman to shake. “Karl Whitehill, heir to House Whitehill.”

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Volatile siblings — Oriele was familiar with that. She was glad that it was not this Torrhen she bumped into if a simple accident was grounds for the removal of one’s legs. Oriele did not care for violence or over-dramatics. Still, this man’s face bothered her regardless of his attempt at niceties. She found herself annoyed —- similar to how she felt when Aaren teased her. 

“Should I be impressed that you come from such circumstances?” Oriele asked, primly. It was not the best idea to engage, but her mood was not any better, and perhaps it might cheer her to be rude “Do you want my sympathies?”

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Can never have too much food either, apparently

“I’M BIG BONED!!!!”

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Why the fuck did you want a sellsword army? You had 500 men!

“You can never have too many men.”

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Do you want peace, Ludd?

“Peace on my terms. The Forresters giving back what they stole from us all those years ago and learning their place in the North as it is now is the only peace I’ll ever accept.”

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Are you still disappointed with Gwyn and what she did with the Forrester?

“I blame the Forrester more than I blame her. I’m disappointed, but... she’s still my Gwyn.”

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Ebbert is also intelligent.

“So is Torrhen. So is Gwyn, so was Karl. Intelligence is hardly rare.”

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surely you can'not deny his other talents, can they not be just as useful?

“I’ve only ever seen him with his head jammed in a book. Don’t even know if he has any other ‘talents’.”

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m'lord, may i ask why Ebbert is such a disappointment?

“He’s a fucking wet blanket. I succeeded in raising my other sons to be warriors; that boy just didn’t want to do his duty even before the family was... disrupted.”

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At the mention of manners, Karl cast his mind back a little. Ebbert had manners, Gwyn had manners. It was mainly Torrhen and Gryff who were problematic.

“Of course I have manners, my lady.” He smirked, backing away and bowing slightly. “It seems you simply caught me in a bad mood - I was not threatening to... remove your legs; merely stating that is what my little brother would have done. Torrhen can be... volatile... sometimes.”

Grinning, he crossed his arms over his chest and cocked an eyebrow at the woman. “That said, my home is harsher than most. Probably much harsher than wherever you’re from.”

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Oriele frowned at the man towering over her. Watch where she was going? Did he not have his own pair of eyes to watch with? Weren’t men supposed to be polite toward women, instead of threatening them so boldly? For what the man uttered was surely a threat — no one spoke of dismemberment in casual conversation. 

“An excuse me, milday would have sufficed,” she said, crossing her arms. Typically, she wouldn’t start a fight with someone so large, but Oriele was not in the mood to be a push-over. Not when she was in the right. Too long had she gone with holding her tongue against those who treated her poorly. “Do you not have manners where you’re from?”

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Do you love Ebbert, m'lord?

“I love all of my children.”

“I’m just wholly disappointed in some of them.”

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Ludd drew a slow, menacing breath in through his nose as his grip tightened on the belt in his hand. He looked down at his white knuckles for a moment, then turned back to Ebbert, eyes narrowing. 

“I should bloody well hope so.” he grunted. “If I were to find out my son engaged in...” he almost shuddered. “...or if I were to find out you were lying to me...” he raised the belt and waved it in front of his son before casting it aside and watching it skitter across the floor. Shaking his head, Ludd turned away and collapsed into his chair.

“I take it you didn’t knock out the teeth of whoever started this lie? You’re a bloody wreck, even more so than your brothers. After all this hassle I’ll be glad when you’re at bloody Oldtown.”

“Leave me alone.”

��I’m your bloody father, Ebbert.” he spat the name like it was a curse. “I’ll do as I l damn well please.” 

The belt he had wrapped in his hand felt like it was weighing him down - or perhaps that was his rage. If these rumours were true his house would never hear the end of it.

“You’d best tell me what they’re saying is a lie.” he snarled through gritted teeth. “Or I’ll beat those lies out of you.”

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Karl, how'd you obtain the Greyscale? Fucked with Grey Worm or somethin'?

“I owe it to loyalty.”

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“I have no idea…”

“You’re supposed to be Gryff’s personal guard but you’re never there when he gets into trouble. You’re telling me you have no idea why you’re never there?”

Ludd pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed with exasperation. He liked Harys in some way, but he was unsure whether the man could be trusted to do his job.

“What was it this time, eh?” he grunted, collapsing into his seat. “Keeping yourself dull on wine?”