I'm on my knees for you, aren't I? ( his mouth is thick with blood but as dry as paper. ) Your Grace.
( theon's words come slow and lazy and infuriatingly confident, for as conflicted as he feels. looking robb in the face is like being repeatedly punched in the gut, and from the moment he'd been taken down and wrapped in chains as his sword was forced from his bloodied hands, he'd been preparing for this moment. he'd been preparing for robb.
no amount of preparation would have been enough, it turns out. theon feels as lost as ever, aching for him like he always has. )
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I'm on my knees for you, aren't I? ( his mouth is thick with blood but as dry as paper. ) Your Grace.
( theon's words come slow and lazy and infuriatingly confident, for as conflicted as he feels. looking robb in the face is like being repeatedly punched in the gut, and from the moment he'd been taken down and wrapped in chains as his sword was forced from his bloodied hands, he'd been preparing for this moment. he'd been preparing for robb.
no amount of preparation would have been enough, it turns out. theon feels as lost as ever, aching for him like he always has. )