OPEN POST (JANUARY 2013)

[teamkill]

1. give me a prompt (image, song, quote, poem, et cetera) and request a character in the subject line 2. i'll tag witchu 3. this is a no pressure funsies thing so i'll tag when i feel like it 4. this post is open to literally everyone idc if you know me or not 5. I CAN'T BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR MY DIRTY TAGS

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isn't it just

[caninae]

-- You still dare to jest with me, Greyjoy?

[ His voice cuts in above Theon's, hard and bitter, blue eyes narrowed and fingers digging hard into his palms, leaving marks even through the leather of his gloves. And of course Theon dares, he's always been defiant, even with Robb, as his king as his guide. He so rarely backed down from anything and he was always so terribly proud, always ready with a grin and some snide remark even when something goes wrong and far out of his own control.

Things were different, then. And Robb wants to believe that Theon's just -- changed, that this is not the Theon Greyjoy he once knew, that his brother meant his oaths and his vows, that their friendship meant as much to Theon as it did to him. He wants to believe that something else had changed him and driven him to this.

But Theon hasn't changed at all. Still the same man, the same boy. This -- all of this, he'd done it himself. ]

Even in chains before your king. [ So cold, now, and Robb hates how inwardly he feels so terribly distraught, wondering how he went wrong, what he could've done better. ] Maybe I should've ordered that the traitor be killed on sight.

[seamonster]

( saucy. )

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. )

[caninae]

[ Theon was never the type of person to feel any kind of regret, and Robb doesn't know why he expects that from it now. His voice is just as arrogant as ever, empty of remorse, and Robb just doesn't -- understand. Theon had been everything to him, his friend and his confidante, his brother, his sentinel, and more than all of that sometimes, and Robb had given him everything he could.

Maybe it just hadn't been enough. Or Theon had lied from the beginning.

( But he couldn't have, that stubborn voice at the back of his mind keeps saying. It couldn't have been a lie, he'd never hurt me, not after everything, not when it all felt so real. ) ]

You aren't here for me to show you mercy.

[ Theon is beyond that now. Beyond any kind of forgiveness that Robb could hope to give. And he shouldn't struggle with that, but he does, maybe a flicker of pain showing in his eyes. ]

You're here because I want you to tell me why.